Flames

When Leng Leng went back with the record in his hands, Dawei had already returned, bringing two stylishly dressed girls with him.

"Are you back?" There was a girl there, and Dawei hurriedly got up in a hurdling vest and greeted coldly, "Come... let me introduce you..."

Leng Leng has almost zero close male friends, let alone female friends.Suddenly seeing the two girls in the family having fun with Dawei, I have nowhere to go.

"Come on, little brother," the blonde short-haired girl waved and called Leng Lie, "Let's get to know each other, my name is Lulu."

The other jumped over directly, opened his arms, hugged Leng Lie's neck and kissed: "My name is Xixi!"

Frightened by the sudden kiss, Leng Lie instinctively clamped his arms, fearing that the record would fall to the ground.He took a step back and scanned the house, it was neat when he left, but now it is dirty and messy.

He smiled stiffly with an ugly face, rubbed the place where Xixi had kissed, helped the limp girl into the sofa, looked at the various wine bottles piled up on the small tea table, and felt quite cold sweat for the two girls , turned to Dawei and said, "It's getting late...do you want to send them off..."

Dawei was also drunk, but his consciousness was still clear. He knew that Leng Lie meant that he could help send the two girls home, so he quickly waved his hand: "Don't, I came here just to play, so what's the point of sending them back?" thing."

The two girls also yelled with the strength of alcohol: "Don't come back! Don't chase people away!"

Sighed coldly, nodded: "Alright then, drink less."

He was thankful that he went to the real estate agency early to start looking for a house, otherwise the smoky atmosphere would be unbearable.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

He turned coldly and opened the door, and suddenly a strong sense of oppression hit him. A bald man with a black beard and a tattooed man with two tattooed arms, who was a little bigger than Dawei, was standing at the door like a black society collecting protection money.

"Excuse me..." Blackbeard turned around and glanced at the house number again, and asked, "Is Dawei's family right?"

Cold: "..."

"Brother Liang!" Dawei turned up from the sofa, half sober, quickly pulled Leng Lie behind him, and invited Liang Zi and the two behind him into the door with a silly smile.

"Brother Liang!" The two little girls also laughed and surrounded him, they seemed to be acquaintances.

"Friend!" The cold nerves were slightly relieved, and he almost thought it was a usury to collect debts.He followed his mother and Leng Dashacang to change rented places a few times before, all because of debt collection by usury. Fortunately, he didn't know what kind of shit luck he had in the past two years. It's been a few days of quiet life.

"If you're not feeling well, go into the room and rest?" Dawei was completely awake from the wine at the moment, pulled Leng Lie to the entrance, and said in a raised voice on purpose.

"Ah?" Leng Lie really doesn't like this kind of noisy occasion, it's okay for acquaintances in the shed to get together once in a while, and it's really stressful to drink and play games with strangers, "OK?"

"It's okay, buddies, you go to rest!" Seeing that Leng Leng was still hesitating, Dawei simply pushed his back shoulder, turned around and shouted to those in the living room, "My little brother is a little nervous today. I'm not feeling well, go to rest first, let's just have fun!"

"Hey... Let's play together..."

"Don't make trouble..."

Leng Lie suddenly felt that Dawei didn't want to get too close to his friends, but this was very much in line with his wish, so as to avoid the trouble of socializing with others.

He said hello and said sorry, and went back to the hut where he was temporarily staying, and ignored the people outside no matter how noisy they were.

He was sitting by the bed, there was a small yellow light in the room, the loud noises outside the door, and the occasional speeding cars downstairs outside the window, all these once again brought him back to the time when he was strolling alone in the small alley. The days of life - in prosperity but still lonely.Fortunately, as I grow older, I gradually adapt to this mode of getting along with myself, which is actually not too bad.

He lit a cigarette, opened the cowhide bag again, took out the records inside, held them carefully between his fingers to watch, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Coincidentally, Dawei's mother worked in a provincial theater troupe before starting a business, so she was a fan of the theater.Back then, as soon as record players became popular, they quickly spent a lot of money to buy one for listening to operas.

Looking coldly at the machine that was sitting on the chest of drawers and collecting dust, he walked over to pick it up with a sneaky smile.

1969 is written on the black label in the lower left corner of the record, which is half a century ago.Looking at the degree of wear and tear on the cover, it is estimated that many people have played with it.After time has passed, the contents inside the cover are very heavy.

He carefully put the record on the record player, eyes fixed on the turntable, ears slightly tilted, and after the slight noise at the beginning, a sudden burst of powerful guitar downpick and crisp cymbal sound made him feel refreshed.

In an instant, a warm current penetrated into my heart through half a century, and my body, which was still tense just now, slowly began to stretch.

Leng Lie was pushed down by the sound waves, lying on the bed, squinting his eyes and listening carefully.At this moment, as if he was the only one left in the world, all the unhappiness turned into a cloud of mist, and with the increasingly dense drumbeats and increasingly exciting guitar solo, it was washed away and disappeared...

After a round of listening, it's like returning to the purity and transparency of a newborn baby, with no distractions.

He likes every record of Led Zeppelin, especially the first self-titled album, because this work means a lot to him.

Ten years ago, when he was riding on Leng Muyang, trying to wake up his fallen father with his immature palm, the half-dream and half-awake old Leng twisted his body and pulled out a wooden box from under the sofa, which was full of LP ( vinyl record) and cd.

He said: "Dad has nothing left, only these and that piano, you take them away, let me have a good sleep!"

The first CD that Leng Lie got was this album, and it was the first time he put on headphones to listen to music in a serious way, and it was what he listened to!At that moment, he thought of why his father would travel all over the world with a guitar on his back when he was younger and was never at home.He seemed to understand why the group of demons and ghosts who always came to the house in the past always acted frivolously but had firm eyes.

As if, at that moment, he remembered that when he was very young, his mother took him, Dasha and her little sisters to a strange place to watch a group of people go crazy on the stage.The man with disheveled hair, ferocious face, and fingers quickly sliding on the strings seems to be the Leng Muyang who was sleeping on the sofa!

The noise in the living room outside was doubled again.Leng Leng lowered the sound of the music, pulling himself back from memory to reality.

Suddenly, he felt the noise of play getting closer and closer to his door, and he seemed to be able to hear the heavy footsteps in the play.

"Don't, don't, don't...don't call him, let's play with us..." Dawei stood at the door first and blocked the hand that was about to knock on the door.

"Why are you so protective? Let's play together... Hahaha!" Brother Liang's thick bass voice was mixed with drunkenness.

"Isn't he sick today, let's play with us, ignore him."

Dawei's repeated obstruction made Leng Lie a little puzzled, but hearing his tone, he really didn't want to associate with this group of people, so he didn't bother to answer, and continued to lie back on the bed with his coat on.

……

Early the next morning, Leng Lie was still woken up by Dawei's muffled electronic drum beating.When he opened his eyes, the record player had stopped and the record was still lying on it.It was sunny outside the window, and the sound of traffic on the road was endless.

Leng Lie went to the bathroom to drain the water as usual before walking to the living room.Surprisingly, the living room was spotless, as if the night before was a dream and never really existed.

Dawei took off his earphones, turned his head to look at Leng Leng, his voice was tired and hoarse: "Are you awake?"

"This?" Leng Lie drew circles in mid-air with his fingers and asked, "Is everyone gone?"

Dawei blinked his panda eyes, got up and stretched his waist, his face was dull: "Those are all office workers, and they all left after two o'clock."

Sniffing coldly, even though the windows in the living room are open, you can still smell the smell of air freshener.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with friends having crazy fun together. Although he had never participated in it, his father and mother in his memory were the ones who would bring a group of people to their house for parties from time to time.He smiled and rubbed his nose: "It's great to have a group of friends who can play together!"

"Hehe..." Dawei stretched his arms again wearily, rubbed the two drumsticks together and put them into the bag next to him, and went back to the room to catch up on sleep without saying anything.

……

Cold and unprecedented, I went to the recording studio early in the morning. The song "Little Flower" that I had been playing for several days was still unable to satisfy the producer of the other party. I guess I will have to play for another day today.

Still standing in the familiar position in the subway, earphones are still hanging on the ears and the volume is turned to the maximum.The billboard in the underground tunnel seems to have been replaced with a new one. It was the travel company that made a blue-green summer resort recommendation in order to match the summer.

Leng Lie listened to the blaring music in his ears, and his eyes were filled with blue and green.Suddenly the music stopped and a message came in.

He originally ignored the information, but thought he would leave a phone number with the agency and plan to open it.

I didn't expect it to be from Suo Yan: "Are you awake? Remember to check WeChat when you wake up."

Leng Lie really needs such a reminder, he doesn't have the habit of swiping Moments all the time, because there are less than 10 people added to WeChat, and they are all colleagues in the studio.It's not interesting to talk about working overtime or showing off new equipment.

Open WeChat, click on the golden retriever, and the voice with the red dot can't be seen. The time is from 1:2 to 59:60 in the morning. It is estimated that there are forty or fifty messages.Each one is 10 seconds, [-] seconds, so calculated, that idiot actually babbled on the phone for four, five, [-] minutes by himself?

"Heh..." He smiled coldly and sighed.

The signal in the subway is not good. After leaving the station, when I was buying pancakes at the stall outside the station entrance, Leng Lie started listening from the first little red dot.

"Are you asleep? Uh... haven't you slept yet? Have you listened to that disc? I'm listening to it. It's the same as the one I gave you, haha, but it's not signed..."

"I suddenly thought of a very interesting thing..."

Standing coldly under the big sign at the entrance of Zhanpeng Recording Workshop early in the morning, listening to Suo Yan's rambling words, holding a pancake in his hand, he gnawed a mouthful and giggled.He just waited for the big sun to come out, and listened to all the messages properly before going in.

While walking, he pulled the microphone on the earphone to his mouth, suppressed his smile and said, "You are so funny."

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