The correct posture to kill a rival

The "party" that Zhao Zhidong was talking about started in the evening, but it was the best way, Ye Qilu didn't want to delay his promise because of these incidents.

He promised Lao Fu that he would teach Fu Chuanxin homework.

Before arriving at the fried liver shop, Ye Qilu could hear old Fu talking about his days as a soldier at the door of the shop.The big golden retriever with its eyelids stretched out from time to time barks with the old Fu at the climax, which is called a perfect fit.

Besides the golden retriever, Fu Liwen, the youngest son of Old Fu, was also squatting at the door.

Fu Liwen was young, more than four years younger than Ye Qilu.In Zhushikou, he is considered a small celebrity, mainly because he squats at the door of the Fried Liver restaurant at every meal time, 360 days a year, [-] days a year, and every meal time, shoveling rice into his mouth.

What's even more exasperating is that every time he eats and runs on passers-by, for example——

"Hahaha, let you see Tian'er's blindness, you can't be angry."

"You kid is a bit promising, don't talk to girls all day long, don't you know that with just a light bulb?"

Anyway, things like this bring out the stink and poverty of old Beijing to the fullest.

In Zhushikou at that time, Ye Qilu was the most hated because of his excellent grades and the indifference and arrogance at the corners of his brows and eyes; and Fu Liwen was undoubtedly the most unpopular, his broken mouth sometimes makes people want to tear it apart Damn.

As soon as Ye Qilu approached, Fu Liwen stared at him with dark eyes, took another mouthful of rice with the bowl in his hand, and yelled angrily: "Oh, teacher Ye Qilu is here, hurry up and come into the room, your hello!" The daylilies that the students were waiting for were all cold...Don't say it, the more I look at it, the more I feel that you two are so compatible, how do you say that word... Oh yes, a nest of snakes and rats."

Ye Qilu's eyes wandered around Fu Liwen's body, and he said without emotion: "Can you chat?"

Fu Liwen gave Ye Qilu a sideways look, and just as he was about to fight back, Old Fu slapped him honestly on the head, "You little brat, you've only been eating for a few years? Can't you have a door for your bad mouth? You’re not playing anymore, do you say that about brothers? It’s better to write a few questions instead of playing tricks!”

Fu Liwen gritted his teeth and said: "I just don't like that sissy Fu Chuanxin, look at the way he asked you to take him to beg Ye Qilu to teach him his homework, sissy chirping, and Ye Qilu together, bah! You're so worthless! "

"Shut the fuck up for me!" Old Fu put his head on again, with a "bang" that even surprised Ye Qilu, while Fu Liwen just squatted there and cried in pain, holding his job bowl and crying drop.

Ye Qilu tactfully walked into the fried liver shop - Fu Chuanxin was hiding behind the kitchen door and looking out furtively.

Seeing Ye Qilu coming in, Fu Chuanxin tiptoed out.

I have to say that Fu Chuanxin looks really upright, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and awe-inspiring handsomeness, not at all what Fu Liwen called "sissy" - in Ye Qilu's view, Fu Chuanxin is at most timid.I don't know why, but I'm especially timid in front of him...

Ye Qilu found a seat in the corner of the Fried Liver shop and motioned for Fu Chuanxin to sit opposite him, then he spread out the tutorial book he was reading when he came here before, and placed it in front of Fu Chuanxin, "Tell me I have read all these questions, and this is not the most difficult type of question in algebra—" He took Fu Chuanxin's pen, calculated on a piece of white paper for 5 minutes, and handed the problem-solving process to Fu Chuanxin, "You first see if you can understand."

Fu Chuanxin took the answer and studied it seriously.

During this period, Ye Qilu focused all his attention on that "rockstar", he suddenly asked: "Rock? Do you like rock?"

Fu Chuanxin nodded.

"Rock, rock..." Ye Qilu chewed between his lips and teeth a few times, this feeling was strange yet familiar, "Do we really have rock in China?"

"Of course!" Fu Chuanxin was a little excited, and said happily, "Brother Qilu, don't you usually pay attention? Fang Xiao! Last year he became super famous, and he is still from Beijing."

Ye Qilu frowned.

It seems... I have heard...

It seems that I have never heard of it...

A few hours later, Zhao Zhigang came from Lao He's side to look for Ye Qilu.

Coincidentally, Di Fei also came out to look for Ye Qilu, and the three of them met at the Fried Liver Restaurant as a matter of course.

After explaining where to go, of course Difei has to take part—his broken bicycle is still thrown in Xiangshan, but these problems are nothing to them here. Isn’t it easy to steal a bicycle from home?

As for whether he will be beaten again when he goes home, that is tomorrow's business.

When they arrived at their destination in Wudaokou by bicycle, the sky was filled with stars.

And the arrival of night is the beginning of igniting everything.

After they locked the bicycles, they walked for another ten minutes, when Zhao Zhigang stopped.

Ye Qilu took a look at the store next to him, and there were a few careless letters hanging on the top, "ut", the classic disco nightclub decoration, although the decoration on the surface is quite avant-garde, but it can't resist the aura emanating from the inside out. A taste of drunkenness and dreams.

To be honest, at this moment, Ye Qilu didn't feel anything special, everything was within the acceptable range, and as for madness, it was even worse.

"Go—" Zhao Zhigang made a forward gesture.

However, when they first stepped into the store, Ye Qilu realized that he had made a big mistake!

Although there is only a thin door, it forcibly separates this world into two time-spaces!

The suffocating drumbeat pierced the eardrums mercilessly - although they still seemed to be far away.

The ut stairs are going down.This is the first time Ye Qilu has seen a disco design like this, but then again, this is a veritable underworlds, an underground world!

The stairs are not too long, but not too short. The wall next to it is covered with incomprehensible graffiti and ghost-like signatures-apparently most musicians or fans have their own minds when they leave their names on this wall. Chaotic.

When Ye Qilu saw this underground world for the first time, it was like meeting the first love of his life, the throbbing feeling of hesitating to speak and his heart beating——

This place is so big!

Moreover, there are not a small number of guests, and it is almost crowded.

Ye Qilu roughly estimated that there were at least 100 people.

Next he noticed another thing that was different from the average disco: there was no traditional bar or seating, not even one!The makers seem to know that people don't want those things here, they're just a hindrance.

The previous splendid stage has come to an end.

Ye Qilu and the others only heard the end.But it was just the end, it was already difficult for Ye Qilu to distinguish those dazzling things on the stage.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qilu felt that everyone around him had gone crazy, and several lesbians seemed to be on the verge of collapse, crying loudly——Ye Qilu could only see their movements and expressions, their crying All drowned in crazy drums, crazy guitar sounds and crazy roars.

"Come on, let's squeeze forward." Zhao Zhidong said, and then squeezed Ye Qilu and Difei's arms.

At this time, the lights suddenly went out, and in the darkness, there was a crazier shout.

Boom, boom, boom——

First came the drums.

People are looking forward to it.

dong dong dong-

Still drums.

The longer the drum beats, the more it can penetrate into people's hearts-every time it beats, it sinks in one more point.

Just when people even thought that only the drummer was on stage in this band, the vocalist's shout pierced the sky and tore through the last defense.

line.

In the next second, the guitar and bass were aggressively pouring into people's ears together.

And the lead singer lost his voice at this time, leaving only the guitar soloing selflessly with the assistance of bass and drums, which was so gorgeous that it couldn't be more gorgeous, stacked so that people's scalps exploded.

"Black Windmill!" Zhao Zhidong raised his voice and shouted to Ye Qilu, "The guitar of this band is not human! Most of the guitar solos are in the interludes or climaxes to vent emotions, but Yang Pingke is a fucking psycho! Show off his skills To be insane! He should be the best electric guitar player in China!"

Zhao Zhidong's voice was about to fall, and the lights suddenly turned on!

There is no transition from black to white, just like the black windmill band, extreme and sharp.

At the same time, the lead singer standing behind the microphone stand counted the last beat with his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly, and roared.

Yes, that's a roar!It was the voice of hell - everyone is receiving the final judgment.

Under the gorgeous melody, the heart-piercing roar-the two extremes fit together seamlessly, as if they were born to be fairy companions, and as if they were born to have the hatred of killing their father-they entangled , kiss, pull, fight!

And the most common action of the lead singer on the stage is to point to the audience questioningly.

Every time he points down, the audience will set off a sound wave that is twice as high as before.

It was a shock wave!

Ye Qilu couldn't control the rapid heartbeat.

Is even God going crazy?

Finally, the lead singer with long hair yelled as if swearing to the world:

"We'll have a whole world!"

Then, they made their grand exit.

What was left was a room of crazy fans.

Even the service staff were dancing.

Ye Qilu took several deep breaths.

Difei was also shouting selflessly.

This is rock!

To vent!To indulge!To question!Be crazy!