[Gao] One hundred things about liking

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Da Zhangwei took over a variety show show, played with his phone during the break of the show, and was quite surprised to see pictures and links sent by Wang Jiaer.After clicking on the website, it was found that a rock band from abroad was coming to the opening concert. Da Zhang Wei repeatedly confirmed that it was indeed the name of his favorite rock band.

Their early cassettes and records were neatly stacked under the TV cabinet in the living room at home. Last time Wang Jiaer accidentally found them when he was flipping through movie discs. He asked him why he likes such an old band. He rolled his eyes and was too lazy to scold him, saying This is called classic.

The phone vibrated slightly, and then jumped out of the ticket seat, followed by a message: Go together?

After all the tickets are booked, I asked me, this kid is really good.Da Zhangwei typed a large list, thought about it and deleted them one by one, and finally replied with a good one.

He doesn't go to many concerts, and the chances of him singing on stage are far greater than the former.In the past, due to lack of money, I couldn't enter the concert hall, so I had to squat by the corner outside the hall, looking forward to the crowded and lively inside the wall.After he became famous, his wallet was rich, but he took the time to go there a few times, but unfortunately he didn't leave any pleasant memories for him.

The children who played music in that era were extreme and arrogant, and closed rock and roll on the underground stage like a lunatic.To release an album is to betray rock and punk.Zhang Wei, who became famous at a young age and secretly went to listen to rock music, unfortunately became a victim at that time.How many people showed off on the Internet and beat Zhang Wei, calling him a fake punk and not worthy of rock and roll.The movement was so loud that the manager came over to ask, but he was noncommittal, turned around and went to practice piano again.

A good memory is useless at this point, even bringing every detail to life.This is not a happy thing, on the contrary it is painful enough.Da Zhangwei does not reject these.

The textbook taught him that life force, tension, and pain that drives action are the essence of all things.They are what make up his life and the source of his songwriting.

The venue for the concert is huge, and you can see the sky when you look up.Wang Jiaer waited until Da Zhangwei was approaching the opening, and the two spent a lot of effort to stand out from the crowd pushing and shouting, becoming the two sardines who survived.

Wang Jiaer was sweating profusely. He took off his coat to reveal the black vest inside. The smooth lines on his arms made it impossible to move his eyes away.He straightened the baseball cap on his head, turned around and asked Da Zhangwei why he was wearing so many.

Da Zhangwei was uncharacteristically dressed tightly, with a mask hanging on his face, and the hood of his hoodie was originally worn on his head, but he was squeezed in the crowd and fell behind.Wang Jiaer reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead and asked again.Da Zhangwei recovered his senses and glanced at him, whispering that he was afraid of being beaten.

Wang Jiaer didn't understand, so he didn't ask any questions, he just took off his baseball cap and put it on the head of the person next to him, held his hand tightly, and stopped talking.

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The timelines converged at some point in the future, creating a little space for them.

As soon as Da Zhangwei's plane landed, he was notified to have a day off. He wandered around the hotel and sent a message to Wang Jiaer.After 2 minutes, a call came in, and the background sound was loud and noisy. He listened carefully for a long time before he understood that Wang Jiaer was at the work site, and at night he went to the hotel to find him after work.

Young people are no better than him, and they can be full of energy after work.They drove all the way, from the bustling lights to the secluded mountains.Da Zhangwei watched the number of houses on the roadside outside the car window decrease, and then asked him where he was going.Wang Jiaer enthusiastically introduced a donkey named Michael.The two chatted and made trouble, but they didn't feel lonely during the long drive.It's a pity that the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes.Wang Jiaer looked for the farmer back then, but he never saw the little donkey who walked him on a hunchback.

On the way back, the car was much quieter, and Da Zhangwei jumped with his eyelids on the turntable.He heard a small sobbing sound in the air, and he pulled over to the side of the road, opened the window and lit a cigarette.

Wang Jiaer was very sad, Da Zhangwei hooked his hand to comfort him, don't you still have me with you.

Then will you always be with me?Wang Jiaer asked back, but he was choked and speechless.The child was even more sad, he firmly grabbed Da Zhangwei's hand, and said angrily, if you can't stay with me, you can leave now.

Da Zhangwei lowered his head and pressed the smoke-extinguishing star, smiled back and held his hand.

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They kissed on a mountain peak at five o'clock in the morning.

The morning sun shimmered through the clouds and fell softly on the cotton coat.Birds fluttered overhead, hitting Wang Jiaer's neck with the clear dew on the fallen branches and leaves, causing him to scream strangely.Scarlet shadows faintly rise from the white dividing line of the sky, and the mountains are scattered one after another, slowly extending to the invisible distance.Zhang Wei stared at everything in front of him, as if in a dream.

The journey stems from one person's whim, from one person's tolerance and compromise.They crossed a sea area and sat at the foot of the mountain, carrying a full travel bag.At night, the two huddled together head to head to see the stars dotted in the night, half awake and bitten by buzzing mosquitoes.When the sky was slightly white, they walked straight all the way, and finally saw the stone monument standing on the top of the mountain symbolizing the end before the sun rose.The two sat on the boulder slope that was bumpy but unexpectedly suitable for seating, quietly waiting for the dawn.

The thin sky light leaked obliquely through the thick clouds, floating slowly from the gaps in the white clouds.His eyes followed the slender and scattered light, and fell on the scattered terraced fields in the valley, on the verdant trees, forests and streams, on the gray sneakers on his feet, on Wang Jiaer's well-behaved on the soft ends of her hair.Zhang Wei suddenly couldn't help himself.

Like a lonely soul who has lived through the world for a long time, and finally found a burning bond with the world.

It was so hot it almost made him cry.

He kissed the smile on this man's brow, kissed his eyes carrying the rising sun, kissed his lips with a silly smile, kissed the freshness and brightness that permeated his life, and kissed his redemption.

They kissed on a mountain peak at five o'clock in the morning.

It stems from the ups and downs of a person half his life, stumbling and walking alone on the thorny road of blood and tears, and from a person burning himself with sincerity and burning without reservation.It comes from the lingering attachment to life, from the heat and lingering between the fingers.

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He remembered that day when Wang Jiaer was sweating and stopped him in the studio, saying that he liked him sincerely.But he was terrified and ignorant, his fingertips trembling faintly.Dare not move forward, dare not move.