plastic rose

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The man sitting opposite had his hair brushed back with matte pomade.A blue casual suit with a dark red narrow tie.A smooth wheat-colored face, a pair of eyes with slightly drooping tails, big and dark eyes with pupils a little closer to the corners of the eyes, although not drunk, they always seem to be three-point drunk, and they can see the part that people most want to hide in their hearts.

Zheng Yuan looked at this man across the huge solid wood desk, without blinking his eyelids.There is a complete set of purple sand tea sets on the coffee table not far away, and there is a set of MINI golf in the open space in front of the coffee table. A club is randomly placed beside the green fairway, and several golf balls are also casually thrown on the nearby beige carpet.

"The marketing director is amazing, I don't care about you." While thinking in his heart, he took the cigarette handed over by the other party and put it aside, Zheng Yuan guessed that the other party saw him in the same way.

On Monday afternoon, the editor-in-chief of Guangsha Weekly arranged a new task for Zheng Yuan... to interview the marketing director of Hengli Group.This company started in this city, and has a complete product line from just-needed projects to luxury houses. In addition, it is said that it also uses resources and relationships to do some industry investment and financing business.

However, this interview was arranged because Hengli recently launched a high-end real estate project. For publicity reasons, it is necessary to display the project information from the perspective of the regional real estate market or market conditions, coupled with the market information delivered by the management of the advertising cooperation company, and write it as news. Manuscripts...that is, "soft articles" as the saying goes.Real estate reporters often write soft articles, Zheng Yuan knew it before coming to Real Estate Weekly.I just didn't expect to arrange an interview with him so soon.

Zheng Yuan's marketing director for this interview is sitting in front of him at the moment, named Song Tianhao.He is less than 30 years old, but he has already become the marketing director at the group level.Before coming here, Zheng Yuan heard from colleagues that the identity of the son of the president of Hengli Group is the root of Song Tianhao's climb to this position.

The interview atmosphere can't be said to be bad, or the worst.After the interview started, Song Tianhao looked at Zheng Yuan with a sophisticated face and looked at Zheng Yuan with a hint of boredom.Zheng Yuan threw out the prepared questions one by one.After the two had finished their question and answer, Zheng Yuan put it away.

Recording pen and notebook, I want to leave after saying polite words.

"I've heard that song before, plastic roses." Song Tianhao had a mocking smile on his face.

Zheng Yuan was dumbfounded for 3 seconds before he could react.What a ghost.It's been 5 years since the band disbanded, did they meet fans here?And it's this super narcissistic young master in front of him?

But this can't improve Zheng Yuan's opinion of this person.He pretended not to understand, smirked at Song Tianhao, picked up his backpack, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!" Song Tianhao ran over from behind the desk, the smirk on his face had disappeared.He stretched out his hand to grab Zheng Yuan's arm, and stared at Zheng Yuan's face with his big black eyes for more than ten seconds.Said firmly: "That's right, it's you, Zheng Yuan, the lead singer of Qiu Chan!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape the entanglement, Zheng Yuan put his hands together in front of his chest, bowed deeply, and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Qiu Chan has been disbanded a long time ago. You are busy first, and I have to go back to write the manuscript."

Although Zheng Yuan said so, Song Tianhao still didn't let go, "You asked me so many questions, answer me one too."

Hengli Group is an important advertiser of the newspaper. In order to maintain customer relations, Zheng Yuan is inconvenient to refuse such questions: "Is it related to the band? It was disbanded several years ago."

"Who is that you in the plastic rose? I've always been curious." Song Tianhao resumed his indifferent face just now, as if he asked you a question as a gift to you.

"Marilyn Monroe." Zheng Yuan got angry when he saw his appearance, and replied casually.

"I thought it was Audrey Hepburn." Unexpectedly, Song Tianhao seemed convinced.

"Hehe." Zheng Yuan thought of "Breakfast at Tiffany's" that he had watched by chance before, and he didn't like Audrey Hepburn's performance in it the most.

Ha ha.Unexpectedly, the other party smiled heartily.

"You're still the same as before."

What was it like?Zheng Yuan touched the ends of his hair subconsciously.

"Are you going to buy a house? Or have you already bought it?" Zheng Yuan was confused, but Song Tianhao suddenly changed the subject and jumped to the topic of the house.

"I didn't buy it, and I don't plan to buy it."

"You mean you're still single?"

What logic!Zheng Yuan didn't want to answer, so he nodded perfunctorily.

"Just now I saw that you paid so much attention to the property market in Changshan District, I thought you were going to buy a house." Song Tianhao explained, "But if you have a friend who plans to buy a house, feel free to ask me, and I will help you get a discount."

Knowing that it was a polite remark, Zheng Yuan had no choice but to accept his kindness and even say thank you.

"Don't thank me, just treat me to dinner." Song Tianhao unconsciously became warm again.

Zheng Yuan and him were polite, and walked to the elevator outside the company's front desk.When I said goodbye to Song Tianhao, I saw him put on that cold and conceited expression again, and nodded to the company subordinates who passed by.

This is simply a young master, really troublesome.When Zheng Yuan thought of dealing with him in the future, he had a headache.

Sitting in the subway, the noise of the train passing through the underground tunnel can be heard in the ears for a moment.Last night I made do with sleep on the sofa at my mother's house, and now I'm so sleepy.

"The city is full of plastic roses..." Zheng Yuan opened his eyes amidst the shaking of the subway, the turquoise lights on the ceiling of the carriage were rarely dazzling.Thanks to the young master, a melody was constantly playing in a loop in his mind without a stop button.

Zheng Yuan returned to his mother's home and quickly sorted out the content of the interview.While his mother was going out, he stood under the eaves and smoked a cigarette. His eyes finally fell on the storage room on the west side of the main house.

This storage room was originally his bedroom, but since he didn't live at home much after he went to college, it was changed into a storage room.Pushing open the door, cardboard boxes, old desks and chairs, storage boxes, broken electric fans and dust were randomly piled up in the room.But what he was looking for was in the locker in the corner of the room.

Zheng Yuan spent two hours tidying up the sundries in the stuffy storage room, even stacking the cardboard boxes on the bed.Open the drawer in the lower left corner of the locker and take out a DEMO tape from it.The tape was weighed in his hand, but was put aside.There is no device to play DEMO at home, so he can only rummage in the deep drawer, and finally find a burning CD with a hand-painted cover.

"Grey Soil"... Qiu Chan.The name of the album and the band are written in handsome black script on an abstract pattern of mixed colors.

On the back of the CD case, 7 song titles are written in the same font, and each song title is written in a different color.The last song is "Plastic Rose".

Zheng Yuan found the CD player from the drawer above the locker, blew off the dust inside and outside the machine, connected it to the power supply, and it seemed to be still working. The CD player is connected to a small speaker, and the singing voice with a little AC noise will flow out slowly.

"in the city

full

plastic roses

Me and you

under the sun

I can't say what I want to say

can only be seen at night

the bluest sky

The Thorn Bush of Neon Love

call me in the dark

call me in the dark

call me in the dark

cold and beautiful

plastic roses

under a frozen smile

How many hearts are struggling

Only at night can I put myself

relief from pain

……

come over come by my side

sit down

Do not talk

gently hug me again for the last

a bit

is it okay

come over come by my side

sit down

don't talk don't talk"

The useless Zheng Yuan has a specialty, singing.

When he was a freshman in college, away from his father's control, he formed a small band with three classmates.It was early autumn when the band was founded, and the cicadas outside the window were still shouting non-stop. A few members who wanted to sleep late decided to call the band "Autumn Cicada", and the style of music followed the hexagram of rock and roll.Zheng Yuan is in charge of singing, and occasionally gives ideas to write songs.

Unfortunately, reality is never as good as fiction.

As the name suggests, Ticada is half dead.When they are not in good shape, they bury their heads in practicing songs, rack their brains to create, and watch other bands perform in the audience.When I am in good shape, I will participate in that kind of platter-style performances and perform in bars.All the money I earned was used to buy equipment and record demos, but I never received a reply to the demos I sent out.

But reality is always better than fiction.

Qiu Chan survived for 3 years, and in the summer of their junior year, they entered the finals of the National Campus Rock Band Competition.Looking back now, Zheng Yuan still thinks it was a dream. "Thanks to your shit luck." That's what Gu Jun, the drummer and beater who was still a round head, said to him back then.

The finals are held in the adjacent University Auditorium.The audience watching the concert that night was definitely several times the usual performance.

In fact, the level of my own music these days, not to mention professional musicians, even the members of Qiu Chan know it well.Maybe it's not that the songs they create are not good.It's just that it's hard for someone to take the time to choose the music they like with their own ears.If they persist in this way, they are destined to die.And this final may be the pinnacle of Qiu Chan's life.

Zheng Yuan performed hard on the stage, looking around at the audience, beauties, handsome men, GIC, nerds... Even if they have fanaticism on their faces now, what will happen in the future?Even if he handles the next true and false sound, so what?People want entertainment, not unsold music.

He was singing familiar lyrics, but only a sentence he had read in a book flashed in his head: "...At that time, I thought, these are all hypocrites. And complacent. Let the new girls admire you, but in fact, you only think about putting your hand into the girl's skirt. When you are in senior year, you will cut your hair short and plan to enter a big company after graduation and marry a A beautiful wife who hasn't read Marx, and an elegant and elegant name for the child..."

At the end of this show, he will also enter his senior year and start preparing to make a living.Thinking of this, I lost the strength to continue singing.

In the old auditorium, Zheng Yuan's eyes were full of faces, none of which he wanted to see.There was only one person, sitting on the seat near the aisle at the back of the auditorium, although his face was calm, he looked at Zheng Yuan very seriously.This person was Ouyang Wensi who was in the first grade at the same school as Zheng Yuan at that time.He was not encouraged by the surrounding atmosphere, but he was also the one who listened most carefully.

Ouyang would not use grandiose words to attract girls' attention in college, and he would not only think of marrying a beautiful wife after graduation, and marrying his child with an elegant and elegant name.Zheng Yuan thought so at the time.

In the three years of high school, Ouyang no longer came to Zheng Yuan's house every year like he did when he was a child.Whenever Zheng Yuan asked, in the words of Zheng Yuan's father: "If you don't study hard yourself, you can't see Ouyang studying hard?"

Little children change quickly.Zheng Yuan put aside the trouble of not seeing Ouyang, and instead made a bunch of new friends.

During the winter vacation of the sophomore year, when the end of the new year was approaching, Ouyang suddenly called and said that he wanted to talk to Zheng Yuan.

"I'm going to take the exam for the university you're studying in." Ouyang's voice on the phone became stranger every year.I don't know where he is, the regular rhythm of the train wheels hitting the rails can be heard in the background.

"You will definitely be able to pass the exam." Although Zheng Yuan said so, but candidates from other provinces want to be admitted to the university where Zheng Yuan is, it is really not a simple sentence.

However, in September of that year, Ouyang really became a student of this school.And it is the trump card major of the trump card academy.

In the year since we met again, he just quietly listened to each of Zheng Yuan's songs, and then told him what the color of each song was.

Ouyang is Ouyang.

When the top three bands made their encore performance, Zheng Yuan sang the song "Plastic Rose", which was adapted from an old song by Zheng Jun.The European modern indoor music style is doomed to be mediocre.

The small celebration dinner after the game is nothing more than a group of friends getting together to drink.Ouyang also came, sitting on the side smoking quietly, listening to their gags, and ordering things without omissions.

Zheng Yuan drank too much wine, saw Ouyang sitting at the table, obviously surrounded by people, but still looking lonely, so he couldn't help suggesting to go out together to get some air.

On the side of the street late at night in early summer, there was silence.The late-blooming Sophora japonica in the north conveys a lingering fragrance of pity from afar.

When Zheng Yuan asked Ouyang how the song was after the game, he just said, very good.

well.

He just said it was good, but it outweighed all compliments.

When Ouyang reached out to straighten his loose hair, he kissed his hand, fingers and palm.That hand smelled of tobacco and sweat, and the slender fingers were either making exquisite model devices or drawing pictures, all of which were patterns that Zheng Yuan could understand and could not understand, one by one, slipped from this hand Pass.

Whether it's a hothead, or being influenced by the atmosphere and following the trend, now even Zheng Yuan himself can't tell the difference.In short, at that time, he grabbed Ouyang's hand, pulled him closer to him, and then leaned forward and kissed Ouyang's lips.

Ouyang didn't dodge.Zheng Yuan raised his head and saw that there was no panic or embarrassment in his eyes, but more confusion.

did you drink too much?Ouyang still asked the question calmly, so Zheng Yuan could only nod in agreement.

Drink too much, short circuit.Zheng Yuan laughed and laughed, and patted Ouyang's shoulder casually, indicating that it was time for him to go back.

In the subsequent wine game, Ouyang was as usual.Zheng Yuan knew that Ouyang saw his confusion, but couldn't understand his feelings.In his emotionally distinct world, Zheng Yuan is a family member, a "brother-in-law", a childhood playmate reunited after a long absence, nothing more.

Zheng Yuan clearly remembered that that night, he didn't know what time it was in the morning, just when he was telling himself to forget what happened that night, Ouyang suddenly called.

Where shall we go together?

Ouyang's voice on the other end of the phone was very clear, and it knocked on Zheng Yuan's heart.He realized that Ouyang didn't refuse before.And he doesn't want to delete his and Ouyang's memory.

So they made an appointment to meet at the train station the next day and take the evening train.

The time is set, but where to go?

"Go wherever you can buy tickets." Ouyang rarely suggested on the other end of the phone.

In the end, Zheng Yuan did not go to the train station.

At first, joy, luck, emotion, pain... Countless emotions entangled in my heart, but in the end it turned into only one emotion: fear.

What he's really afraid of is that he won't be able to take on the responsibilities that this relationship requires.He was even more afraid that Ouyang would leave him if he knew the real him.

A few days after that, even on the day of the scheduled departure, Ouyang didn't call, ask or complain.Maybe he forgot the agreement?Maybe he went to the train station and didn't see Zheng Yuan, so he understood everything?

Zheng Yuan hid at Gu Jun's house, and the result of repeated thinking was that once he took a step, his life would turn from one fork into another.The complicated and maze-like questions made him reluctant to think about it.Until the second week when he was absent from class, Ouyang called, but he still didn't answer.Once I answered, I had to answer in a calm voice: "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fucking fine."

During the final exam, Zheng Yuan still saw Ouyang.Looking at his expression that nothing had happened, Zheng Yuan realized that there was nothing between them.But it was himself who flinched. He owed Ouyang, but he couldn't make up for it.

Later, a girl in the same grade confessed to Zheng Yuan, and he accepted it.Later, a cutting-edge record company that was small at the time approached Zheng Yuan and wanted to sign a contract with him, and he was the only one.Zheng Yuan refused.Later, facing the infinitely long summer vacation, he was finally overwhelmed by his frustration and chose to drop out of school.

When he left, he didn't want to tell Ouyang, but he couldn't help but report to Ouyang.Ouyang handed him a passbook of 5000 yuan, which he carried with him, but he never spent a penny.He didn't want to pay this debt, he was reluctant to pay it back.Up to now, it's just a debt, that's all.

"In the end, I'm just a coward." Sitting on the dusty mattress, Zheng Yuan mocked.

At that time, even if it was one of them, it would be extremely remarkable if it persisted.

If this is the case, now Zheng Yuan may be a singer, a hit or a downfall.

Now he may also be married and have children, and he has a headache about which kindergarten the children will go to in the future.

Or, he will have nothing to do with Ouyang, you and me, or even die forever.

And now, none of those assumptions have come true.The band, if it is a personal hobby, is more of a resistance.Girlfriend, if it is a personal hobby, it is more of a temptation.Ouyang, the only existence that still gave him a headache, walked on the road he planned, and gradually drifted away.But only this person who doesn't want to give up and doesn't know what to do is right.

After the CD was played, it automatically paused, and Zheng Yuan took off the power, and put this set of things back into the drawer.Looking around the storage room, he decided to clean up the room as soon as possible so that he wouldn't have to sleep on the sofa at night.

Walking out of the storage room, the mother is decocting medicine on the simple coal stove at the door of the kitchen.I haven't seen her take traditional Chinese medicine in the past few months. Could it be that her stomach problem has worsened recently?

Zheng Yuan walked over to take the fan from his mother, and slowly fanned it at the air inlet of the stove.I don't know what ingredients are added to this medicine, it is more choking than before.

"If you have an upset stomach, you should go to the hospital for a good checkup." He said holding his breath.

"If there is any problem, it's still an old problem." The mother said indifferently, walked into the kitchen and brought out two dishes, and put them on the table under the eaves, "If you don't need anything in the storage room, just throw it away." , take up all the space."