Hanqing Japanese Words

First of all, this is a basement with an iron bed; second, there are two guitars wrapped in cloth against the wall, and a leather box that looks like two guitars with handles exposed; A plastic stool, and all three stools are in short supply, with strange shapes and missing arms and legs.

Cheng Han and Guan Qing were sitting on two of the stools. On the iron bed opposite was a monkey-like wretched man with his head dyed like a basketball and prominent cheekbones.

"Eh?" The wretched man raised his chin towards Cheng Han, "Where are you from?"

"northeastern."

"Oh," the wretched man asked again: "What kind of song do you usually sing?"

"Sing everything except what you can't sing."

The wretched man frowned: "Aren't you talking nonsense! What can you sing?"

Cheng Han thinks he is talking nonsense, and he can sing too many songs, so why not report them to you one by one? "What do you want to hear?"

The wretched man was a little looking forward to it, "Will Dou Wei's meeting?"

Cheng Han also frowned: "Who is Dou Wei?"

The wretched man opened his mouth wide in an instant, as if he had heard something important. He was astonished like a frog whose neck had been strangled. He tentatively asked, "Tang Dynasty, you should know about it, right?"

"Tang Dynasty? Dynasty?"

The wretched man looks like a frog whose breath has been suffocated, his eyes, mouth, and nostrils are all rounded. "You don't even know the Tang Dynasty? You should know about the black panther, right?"

Cheng Han was impatient: "I don't know them, I know they are good for nothing! You just say the title of the song!"

"Then...then you, you, you can sing a song that makes you feel ashamed, this song is for practicing your voice."

The wretched man's expression was already trembling as if facing an enemy, but Cheng Han still shook his head at the next moment, "You sing the first sentence first, I'll listen to it, I can't remember what you said."

The wretched man closed his mouth, stared at Cheng Han with a bit of luck on his face, and asked, "Aren't you a returnee?"

Cheng Han simply vetoed: "No."

"Shao Che!" The wretched man straightened his neck and shouted out the door: "Where did you get this country bumpkin? You don't even know how to be ashamed! He doesn't even know what rock and roll is! What a fucking ass lead singer!"

Cheng Han immediately stood up and was about to go up and beat him, but Guan Qing hugged him, "Calm down, it's against the law to hit someone!"

"Hit me?" The wretched man also stood up and walked up to Cheng Han arrogantly, but he was a little short in height and could only reach Cheng Han's chin, so the two of them had a bit of arrogance, but that The wretched man stretched his neck and raised his head, almost biting Cheng Han's chin, "You don't want to hear that you are a country bumpkin, do you? You look like a fucking boy! Do you think we are a duck shop? Look at your looks and not your strength? Don’t take on porcelain jobs without diamonds! You can be your father in the world if you are handsome, and you can go wherever you want! Beat me up if you have the ability, come here, here, if you don’t You are a fucking grandson!"

Well, since he is determined to fight, then Cheng Han must not be a grandson, so don't talk cheaply when the two armies confront each other!If you don't talk cheap, you can generally calm things down.Immediately, the two fought hard on the single small iron bed. The iron bed creaked and his fists were pounding. Guan Qing was hesitating. Let him beat others up, that person deserves it!

As a result, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the corridor at this moment, and three people came in after pushing the door open. When they saw the scene on the bed, they rushed forward in a swarm, aiming at Cheng Han and beating them up.

Guan Qing saw that it was all right!Singled out Cheng Han, no one is his mother's opponent!What kind of a hero are you if you can't pick a fucking pick?He immediately rolled up his sleeves and joined the battle.

Facts have proved that fighting really depends on talent, just being desperately ruthless is not enough. Cheng Han received more than a dozen kicks, and several of them came from Guan Qing.It's not easy for him to pick four, and there is a pig teammate who is always a disservice, and his nose is bruised and his face is swollen in less than 3 minutes.

This is the scene where Cheng Han and the band meet for the first time, and the wretched man is the old man who will "beg for wretchedness" in the future.

To sum up, Cheng Han really doesn't know anything about rock and roll. He is the lead singer, but he can't even understand staff, and he has nothing but a good voice!No one in the band thought highly of him except Shao Che. Asking him to show his strength with a loud voice, not only Cheng Han was not happy, but even Shao Che didn't want to do it: "Give me a week, after a week, you will understand."

That week was hell. Shao Che shut him up in the basement from morning to night, learning to read staff, learn to play the guitar, and learned to define and distinguish various categories of rock and roll. Cheng Han's hands were blistered and stuffed. An ear of music theory knowledge.Later Cheng Han surrendered,

"Don't tell me what is hard rock, what is heavy metal, and punk blues. I really can't tell the difference! Just let me listen to it, and I'll be done after learning how to sing?"

Shao Che tied his ponytail, and Qingjun's face was full of chilling coldness: "Okay, then you might as well go back to your hometown and continue singing your "Good Sister". There are so many people in Beijing's underground rock circle, and everyone sincerely regards music as a Dreams, everyone is working hard. Do you think that we are forced to be helpless and do not know how to make progress, so we are reduced to this circle, enjoying a life where our pockets are cleaner than our faces? Do you know what a dream is? Do you have a dream? "

Cheng Han sneered disdainfully, "I do. My dream is to be a girl who carries a handle, walks sideways wherever she goes, opens her mouth when she wears her clothes, and pats the bed. Think of music as a dream? Heck, every draft singer on TV says that you can’t live without music, and you all talk about your dreams and music, thinking that you are seeking to be superior to others, so what can you do? In the end you pursue It’s nothing more than fame and money! Don’t always think that everything is noble if it has the word dream. Is it a dream for the lady sitting on the stage to buy clothes and houses to make money? Since everyone is doing it for money in the end, don’t be arrogant. shelf!"

Shao Che closed his notebook, stood up and picked up the jacket on the back of the chair, "Come with me, I will show you what dreams look like."

What does the dream look like?Is it a dream to make money desperately for the sake of material life?Cheng Han couldn't tell the difference. He felt that all the things he wanted to have but didn't have could be called dreams.

That day Shao Che took him to Shucun for a walk, where he saw many people singing alone with their guitars in their hands without an audience. Their living conditions were similar to Shao Che’s, with no money, no cars, Not to mention the house.Life is poor and hard, and many people eat their last meal without their next meal.Cheng Han never understood, since he has no money, why not just go to work?

In the evening, Shao Che took him to the bar in Sanlitun again, and pointed out to him who was waiting to be on stage, who was unable to be on stage, and who was waiting for someone who could be on stage to suddenly have a small problem and might win the chance to be on stage. There are many who don't even have a chance, but just sit in the audience and listen to the singers on the stage.

These young people are of all shapes and colors, and it is difficult to tell where they come from in this circle. Some are decadent, some are full of hope, some are vicissitudes of life, and some are still young, but they all have the same two characteristics, poverty and poverty. wait.

"This is the best music bar in Sanlitun. Later you will see an old man named Zhao Jiran. What he sings is not rock and roll, but folk songs. There is a saying: If you don't listen to Zhao Jiran, it's useless to listen to folk songs .I hope you can listen to his singing well. Boss Zhao’s performance in Beijing is very rare. Today, all the people who come here are insiders. Well, anyway, you will know after listening to it later.”

He brought Cheng Han to the old table, which was very close to the stage.This is the quietest bar Cheng Han has ever seen. Everyone talks in a low voice, and there are many faces that Cheng Han has seen.

Not long after, a disheveled man with a guitar on his back walked in from the door. As soon as that man appeared, the audience burst into cheers and applause. The old man who usually looked down on this one stood up and applauded excitedly.

"Boss Zhao! How is Boss Zhao doing?" the old man shouted at the top of his voice.

Boss Zhao sat on a chair on the stage. He had fluffy, shoulder-length curly hair, and his hairline was too high to reveal his forehead covered with forehead lines. His eyes were so small that it was hard to tell whether they were squinted or opened. A little upside down.

This is already an old man, and a not very respectable old man.

He hugged the guitar in front of him, and smiled kindly to the audience: "It's been like that recently," he let out a shy laugh, and then said: "I don't know if I can't sing. , I will try my best to sing!"

"Boss Zhao can sing whatever you want! Boss Zhao is amazing!" Sitting next to Cheng Han, the old man cheered vigorously.

Then Cheng Han saw him being plucked with smoky yellow fingers on the strings. Under the influence of Shao Che for a week, Cheng Han could already tell the difference between good and bad guitar skills.

The old man played very well, and the melody he inadvertently played was precise and sophisticated, and then the old man spoke:

"Looking back..." He played a string of fragmented notes, and said, "Wrong?"

Well, I can play the songs I chose wrong, Cheng Han thinks this old man is so casual!

"Looking back, the cloud blocked the way back. Looking back, the thorns are densely covered. There will be no more tonight... The old dream that I can't let go of, the dream I once had with you, who do I want to tell now... Looking back, the back is gone. Looking back, the tears are hazy, leaving Give me your blessing, warm me in the cold night, no matter how much pain and confusion I have to face tomorrow..."

Not knowing what to say, Cheng Han felt a sudden soreness in his heart. Amidst this unseemly old man's procrastinating drunken singing, he suddenly remembered his too rough first half of his life, as if a scene had lasted forever. Years of nightmares turned into a puff of smoke in Zhao Weiran's long and endless coda, and drifted past his eyes with the notes, evoking countless melancholy, and finally turned into an untouchable illusion and powerless futility.

He seldom thought of Cheng Jianjun, but he suddenly remembered in Zhao Jiran's singing, "The cloud blocks the way home", "The back is gone", "No matter how much pain and confusion I will face tomorrow".

Cheng Han couldn't sit still anymore, he walked out of the bar during the conversation between Zhao Jiran and the audience, and then walked into the shadow of the dark corner where there was no one, gritted his teeth and cried.

He has grown up and is about to be thirty. Maybe when he stands in front of his father, his father is no longer the tall man he can look up to, and their life as a father and son is so short, so short that Cheng Han can't remember when he was a child. I thought it was fake, and they disappeared from each other's lives for a short time without even saying goodbye.

But why no one loves me?Why is no one with me?Why no one watched me grow up?You should be proud, I am an upright man just like the name you gave me.But why is it so natural that I don't have you in my life!It seems that I should have no father and no mother, as if your existence is just a non-existent dream created by myself.

Cheng Han propped himself against the wall, the pain made him grit his teeth, it was so difficult to stand upright!Growing up is so hard!The separation from his father made his suffering in these years seem so abrupt, as if he had two lives, one was the carefree boy when his father was still there, and the other was the boy who killed someone and went to prison. , the sudden stop of youthful happiness in life, and the sudden gray and dark fate were all forcibly linked together with his father's departure, making him look so awkward and so unwilling to be tall.

Even though he has grown up stumblingly, his father will always be his unattainable dream.