Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Tang Mufan didn't make a sound, and Milk poked his head over.

“He said he was upset when he saw a dog licking—in his eyes, sending messages to someone who didn’t reply for three days was tantamount to licking a dog.”

This counts as licking the dog?

The standards are too low.

Tang Mufan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, he lowered his head to find something in his backpack.

"Aren't you afraid of being photographed?"

Just as Jiang Qiao was about to say 'not afraid', a pair of sunglasses came towards his face. Tang Mufan pressed the frame with his fingertips and pushed gently, and his cool fingertips just brushed the bridge of his nose.

Probably because he hadn't had physical contact with anyone for a long time, Jiang Qiao only felt that the skin he touched was slightly numb.

The sunglasses gave him courage. He looked at Tang Mufan's face through the lenses. His hair was still crisp and straight, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and delicate like a painting, and he looked like a handsome young man.

He laughed and said, "What am I afraid of? I don't drink or drive after drinking."

Milk and others are naturally not the first time to perform in this livehouse. Of course, they know that the 'ticket' of this place is calculated according to the wine.

"You didn't drink it, so what about the wine you ordered, did your friend drink it?"

"No, I came alone."

So they logically got a bunch of beers, as well as fruit platters and snacks that cost thousands of dollars.

The deck on the second floor.

Several people threw themselves on the leather sofa, and took several mouthfuls on their backs.

"Brother, the threshold is only 580 yuan, why do you order so much?"

Jiang Qiao took the menu and turned to the last page: "Here it says that you still have a commission."

"The fart's commission is just a meal. Besides, we are temporary workers who came to rescue the scene, and we don't even have meals." Speaking of temporary workers, there is an even more temporary temporary worker in their team.

Milk took out 100 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the boy in white T sitting next to him.

"Come, pay for your hard work."

The white T boy quickly pushed away: "Brother, I'm just here to help."

"Helping doesn't make you help in vain, it's all agreed."

Tang Mufan gave the boy a cold look when he wanted to say more.

"Take it."

Although he didn't say it, Jiang Qiao clearly saw the word 'scroll' in his eyes.

The white T-man had no choice but to hold the money, put down the beer bottle, stood up, and said dryly, 'Then I'll go first'.

Jiang Qiao scratched his knee with his hand, not hiding the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Although you are about the same age, his professional ability is really too bad."

Tang Mufan put on an expression of 'you're bored to death', and began to pack all the drinks and snacks on the booth, and handed them to the people around him.

Milk went downstairs carrying things with great skill, while the others moved their instruments.

"Let's go pack up and go home."

The deck soon filled Jiang Qiao and Tang Mufan.

"When did you return home?"

"Seven days ago, the rent was raised."

Concise and concise, without waiting to ask, I said the reason together.

"It's too miserable." The sincere sympathy came from Mr. Jiang who just moved from one villa to another. He thought for a while and said, "My villa is empty most of the time. Why don't you move here? live?"

Tang Mufan looked up at him, as if he heard something serious.

Jiang Qiao took off his sunglasses: "Why, you still don't want to?"

Tang Mufan stretched out his hand and pushed him back.

"Need not."

got rejected?

Jiang Qiao was a little confused, and was rejected after being blocked.

He sat lazily on the sofa, wondering what went wrong.

Milk came back, and seeing that the atmosphere between them was not right, he asked what was wrong.

Jiang Qiao explained the situation truthfully, and Milk's expression was similar to Tang Mufan's, shocked but not surprised at all.

He took Jiang Qiao's arm and whispered: "Brother Qiao, to be honest, who do you want to sleep with? As far as I know, I am the only one in the team for the time being. Although I want to be zero, if you really don't mind If so, I can do my best to be 1 for my brothers. But before that, let's go to the hospital for an AIDS test."

Biting his lower lip with white teeth, Jiang Qiao kicked his calf.

"roll."

There is not a single word in this whole sentence that is not out of line.

"Then what are you trying to figure out!" Milk hopped on one leg, with a puzzled expression, "Could it be... that you are at the end of your talents and fell in love with our boss's words, or songs?"

"..."

There is really no point in saying this.

If you haven't seen their live performance, Jiang Qiao will put the earphones playing their songs in your ears unless you have a knife on your neck.

Jiang Qiao said: "Can't I panic simply because I have too much money?"

Tang Mufan stood up and said, "Then you burn it somewhere else."

Hold.

Jiang Qiao felt embarrassed and aggrieved that a hot face was attached to a cold butt.

He walked faster, broke free from Milk's hand, and brushed Tang Mufan's shoulder.

He walked towards the stairs quickly, but because of the dim light, he was forced to put on a pair of sunglasses, and his feet suddenly tilted.

"Brother Bridge!"

The voice was milk's, but the hand that grabbed his arm in time belonged to Tang Mufan.

The boy's hand was bigger and hotter than he imagined, holding his arm, wrapping him down the stairs, without letting go.

Jiang Qiao pursed his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't dare to eat the pie handed to his mouth by someone whose total time with him is less than ten days.

He thought of the guitar in its trunk, which was probably going to continue to fall into dust.

Tang Mufan held his arm and didn't let go until they walked to the first floor, until they left Moon Bay, came to the underground garage, and found Jiang Qiao's car.

"Let's go, I'll take you off."

"Thank you, Brother Qiao."

Milk and others carried the instrument to the trunk, and then got into Jiang Qiao's car.

The co-driver was Tang Mufan, fastened his seat belt, and then gave the address.

It's not far from here, and it takes less than 10 minutes to drive to Jiangqiao.

He looked out through the car window, and saw that it was an old community. Aside from the dilapidated environment, the gate of the community didn’t even have a guard room, and there was only a street lamp that couldn’t be extinguished. Anyone and any car could come in and out at will.

"Isn't it safe here?"

Tang Mufan pushed the door and got out of the car to get the musical instrument.

Milk also chattered to Jiang Qiao: "Brother Qiao, what you said is like saying that takeout is not clean, you can only order takeout, who cares if it's not clean."

"..." There is no need to live in such a rough way.

Jiang Qiao was sitting in the car, the window was lowered slowly, before it was halfway down, it was blocked by Tang Mufan's hand.

"Thanks."

"……Row."

At first, Jiang Qiao thought that blacklisting was just a means of "playing hard to get", but now he realized that people really didn't like him, and didn't care about his kindness, and rejected him thoroughly from the beginning to the end.

His gaze moved away from Tang Mufan's palm and landed firmly in front of him.

Tang Mufan looked at a group of young girls passing by behind him, and after making sure that they were far away, he turned around and found that Jiang Qiao's car had already driven forward.

He stood still.

Milk touched his shoulder.

"Boss, what are you doing, let's go."

Tang Mufan's eyebrows twitched.

"he's gone?"

Milk looked puzzled: "That's right, that big Mulsanne drove away, don't tell me you didn't see it."

Tang Mufan withdrew his hand, and habitually extended it to the back of his head.

"Let's go."

"Would you like to have a midnight snack with the good wine from Brother Qiao?"

"Row."

Tang Mufan handed over the piano bag, walked in the opposite direction from where Jiang Qiao left, walked through a dark alley, and found a barbecue restaurant that was open.

The sliced ​​lotus root and potatoes were soaked in the water. The water looked very clean. I don’t know if it was soaked for a day or two. The enoki mushrooms were wilted and turned yellow to the naked eye. All the meat was frozen. He picked and picked. , Selected and handed to the boss.

"197, count you 190, handsome guy."

"Ah."

Tang Mufan sat aside and waited, one of them wiped the oil on the table without paying attention, he pulled a few paper towels, and wiped it silently.

After wiping, I took out my phone.

He saved a picture in his mobile phone, which was the notification page that popped up when Jiang Qiao followed the band's Weibo. Coffee can't understand, their Weibo, which hasn't gained fans once in 800 years, suddenly has new followers, and it doesn't take a guess to know that he has changed the trumpet again.

Instead of looking at the trumpet, he clicked on Jiang Qiao's tuba.

With 4000 million fans and 3000 followers, they are stars who like to follow people casually, but they can't become one of the 3000.

Jiang Qiao has a lot of microblogs, one third of them are advertisements, the remaining third are lyrics notes that come to mind at any time, and the rest are reposting other people's microblogs, and have not shared much about their own lives.

What should his life be like?

Tang Mufan couldn't imagine, poverty limited his imagination.

He locked the phone screen.

He looked up at the dim yellow street lamp above his head.

The moths flew around the lamp, flying and flying, one after another.

There was a pungent and choking smell of oily smoke in his nostrils, but he felt a little hungry.

A little orange milk cat meowed and passed by. Tang Mufan looked at it for a while, picked it up with one hand, and rubbed it on his knee.

The boss asked him: "I like cats, if you like cats, you can take them home and raise them."

Tang Mufan looked at the palm-sized kitten lying on his lap, and rubbed its soft ears with his fingertips.

The boss continued to persuade: "The cats in the house are too fast to keep, so they have to be given away."

Tang Mufan wanted to ask why he didn't use birth control, but immediately thought of the answer - he couldn't bear to spend money.

And now he can't even afford a cat.

"Handsome guy, all right, the QR code is on the table."

Tang Mufan put the little milk cat on the ground, picked up his mobile phone to scan the QR code, said thank you, got up, took his barbecue and left.

He turned on the flash of his mobile phone and walked into the alley, returning to the rental house of the four of them.

The rental house is a group rental house, similar to a student dormitory. There are two iron frame beds with bunk beds in one room, rented out according to the bunk, plus other rooms, and more than [-] people share a bathroom and a kitchen. There is no balcony, and the balcony is also Put a bed.

The four of them live in one room, and the monthly rent is [-]. It is convenient to move in and out, but I also heard that there are tenants who have lived here for more than half a year.

They had just moved in, and the room hadn't been messed up yet.

Milk spread an old bed sheet on the floor, put the packed wine and snacks on the floor, and the others sat down in a circle.

Tang Mufan handed over the barbecue, bent over to change his slippers, and walked out.

"I'll take a shower first."

The door lock of the bathroom was broken a long time ago, and when he was taking a shower, there were people coming in and out all the time, people doing laundry, and people going to the bathroom.

7 minutes was the limit of patience, and he didn't want to stay for a second longer. He didn't have time to put on any clothes, so he put on a pair of underpants and came back with his dripping wet hair.

Milk saw it and threw him a set of clean towels.

Tang Mufan stood by the window and wiped his hair, listening to them chatting behind them.

Talk about tonight's performance, about the good wine Jiang Qiao sent, and about...the future.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

When Tang Mufan heard these words, the first thing he thought of was the past year.

Finding an intermediary to get a visa almost used up all their savings, and the big dreams they had when they went out were shattered at this time. Not only did they not become famous, but they didn't even have love.And the return to China this time was not only because of the increase in rent, but because of Luo Ye's provocation.When they left, they couldn't take all the instruments with them, and sold Xiaojiu's drums cheaply, but all the money was spent on medical treatment.

Then after they returned to China, they were at a loss in the face of skyrocketing rents. They couldn’t afford the three-month deposit, so they could only choose this group rental house that only pays one month’s rent to live in and go with.

The last image that flashed through Jiang Qiao's mind was Jiang Qiao's Mulsanne, which was quoted on the Internet at 500W, probably a relatively low-key car in his garage.

Before meeting Jiang Qiao, Tang Mufan never felt that anything was wrong in his life.

He always felt that as long as his hands were there, he would not die of hunger.

As long as you don't starve to death, ideals don't die.

But the problem now is that his hand is injured, and the band can't find a suitable guitarist. He dislikes the cheap ones, and he can't afford the good ones.

Jiang Qiao's words have always been like a needle, sticking to his heart with a dull pain.

'If there is no way, then go back to school, and it is not impossible to take a graduation photo. '

He also wished him a bright future, but he still disappeared halfway.

"Go back to school, Baboon."

As soon as he said this, all the voices in the room stopped.

Milk turned off the music on the phone, and looked over in disbelief. As soon as the questioning words came to his lips, when he saw the scar on Tang Mufan's back, he held back abruptly.

"Okay," said the baboon.

Milk was so angry that he dropped the wine bottle on the ground and slapped him hard on the leg, the word 'traitor' was about to come out.

The baboon patted the back of his hand, and gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I will complete all the credits as soon as possible, and I will set aside weekends and holidays to accompany you to practice the piano. At other times, if there are performances, you can also ask for leave."

Milk's anger sucked back.

"Isn't it just that I won't be able to perform for a month or two? We'll take care of you when you recover from your injuries. I'll find a job tomorrow."

"I'll go too." Xiaojiu agreed.

Tang Mufan only felt a breath in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

He said hoarsely, "As you like."

Throwing aside the towel, he picked up his gig bag.

The colors were all black, but when he touched it, he felt something was wrong, so he unzipped it and opened it.

The middle wing fell off in Milk's mouth.

"Fuck, Gibson black card!"

"..."

The corner of Tang Mufan's mouth twitched. He hadn't seen him for a few hours. His [-] second-hand goods actually learned to raise their own value?