Wu Xie, see you!

After a day of anxiety, I ushered in an even more anxious day-Friday.The reason for this is even more uneasy. Apart from the fact that I am going to watch Live today and the petals in my heart have not yet been picked, I also found out later that on the day when Boyouping robbed the taxi, not only my mobile phone was left in his car Yes, the clothes and shoes I changed after getting wet also fell into the trunk of others.The incident was completely forgotten!

Panda, shorts, and flip-flops, you are quite comfortable, aren't you, Wu Xie?Damn, I said why I was in a hurry to go to work yesterday morning and didn't find my shoes... If it wasn't for a moment when my mind suddenly cleared up and I remembered this, I'm afraid he wouldn't remember it either, leaving the clothes of the two of us in the trunk desolately Being covered until moldy and smelly, MSN hurriedly reminded him kindly, I didn't know that he could be so bored to this level, it really refreshed my understanding of him.Even the clothes are washed and dried, and the mother doesn't know how to squeak, and the bottle won't explode after farting!

Besides, what are you washing, why are you doing this to me... But think about it, it's all wet, and everyone has to wash and dry it... Wait!Did he wash and dry his clothes?Doesn't that mean that my blind brother still saw the clues!Fuck, you idiot, you sent your phone all the way for nothing!I was also molested by crooked nuts in vain!

Thinking of this, I lay down on the table, feeling like I was going crazy, as if I was boiling a pot of eight-treasure porridge in my head, and the bottom of the pot was sticky.Suddenly, the eight-treasure porridge bubbled "gulu" and began to recall.The black glasses only came here yesterday afternoon. After coming here, I was in a trance and listless, just like me, nothing unusual.I moved my head and looked in his direction. I couldn't see what he was doing on the computer, but whatever he was doing, it would be great if he could laugh.So maybe the black glasses don't know yet, didn't see my clothes?In other words, maybe Pokerfoil washed his clothes that night and hung them out to dry. After getting up, the blind brother felt uncomfortable and confused. He didn't notice that his man and another man were hanging out in a certain corner of the house or on the balcony. clothes, and the Boyouping company is close to home, and he arrives home earlier than the black glasses after work, destroying the evidence?

Well, very likely.I still prefer to believe in this possibility, and Poker Bottle can occasionally rely on it.

The closer it was to closing time, the more restless I became.The reasons for restlessness are basically the same as the reasons for my anxiety, and now I have added the "blind brother may find me".Oh yes, besides these, there are also my own reasons.Even if I analyze some things with a reasonable explanation, find evidence for myself, and deny some hypotheses, I still can't completely let go of it. From time to time, they will come out to toss me, which makes me think of watching Poker Bottle at night. Live is a little nervous.

In addition to the trembling of the liver, there is also a little heart pounding.Maybe one is because I haven’t seen a rock scene, and the other is that I have always been very happy with him.In Beijing, I don’t have any close friends except Fatty, so I just... In short, this “dong dong gong” is different from “liver trembling”, it is nervous, expectant, and somewhat happy.

In the afternoon, I secretly ran to the stairwell to smoke a cigarette, trying to calm down the steamed rice pudding and see if it was still alive.But what is backfired?My porridge was all muddy, and I couldn't turn off the fire, but someone came to "send firewood in the fire"!As soon as the cigarette was lit, the black glasses opened the door and came in. He asked me to rub the cigarette and the fire, and added two sticks of firewood to my "fire", wishing me a happy high tonight.At that time, there was only one thought left in my eight-treasure porridge - I must not let the black glasses know, I used the ticket he gave me to invite Poker-Face.

If I remember correctly, the off-duty time of Poker Bottle is 05:30.Although he was half an hour earlier than us, he couldn't fly even if he had small wings inserted in the perverted evening rush hour on weekends.So that's what I thought, I went there first, and cut off the idea that he might ask me to wait for him to pick him up.Anyway, we haven't agreed on the details yet.I planned to tell him at five o'clock, but I waited until 04:30, but he sent me a text message first.

"The company has a temporary meeting, and I'm afraid it will be late."

This... what do you mean, you can't go?I could hear a "click" in my heart. So?It's as if he's said half of what he said... Could it be that he felt embarrassed to miss the appointment temporarily and asked me to give him a step down?Although being released as a pigeon made me feel like a piece of plum candy, but it was still important business, and when I gave him the ticket, I said that I didn't have to ask him to go, I just watched him, so I hurriedly replied to the text message. "It's okay, the meeting is important." As a result, I just typed these six words, and before I finished typing, another new text message came.If it weren't for the newly bought mobile phone, I would really fucking want to stand up and throw it on the ground hard, and then curse: "I'll fuck you!"

"You go there first after get off work, have something to eat, and I'll come to the scene to find you."

Uncle Zhang, take care of your nephew, text messages are not played like MSN!Also send it sentence by sentence, trouble me!I closed my eyes and pondered for a while, thinking that his "playing" like this must not be intentional.Poker-finger is not such a bad person, he probably has something to worry about, maybe his hands are shaking.Besides, the "instructions" he gave were exactly what I wanted to tell him, which was exactly what I wanted, and it saved me from having to figure out how to tell him at five o'clock.So I deleted the six words in the text message again, and happily typed: "Understood, you don't have to worry." After pressing send, I gloated, no, it was a pity for him, I found out that there is a special pizza shop over there, He can't eat it.

When it was time to get off work at six o'clock, in order to avoid complications, I slipped away rather low-key.After all, the painful lesson of saying hello to someone and calling for an urgent job if it doesn't work out still happens from time to time.

The performance location is in an old street in Dongcheng.I checked the Internet yesterday, and the LiveHouse seems to be very famous, it often holds performances, and it's quite close to the alley where Poker Bottle took me to the bar.It's just that the traffic is not very convenient, and you have to walk for a while to get out of the subway station.Although the weather is relatively hot and the distance is not close, the evening rush hour on weekends is not normal. Seeing what kind of traffic jam this narrow street looks like, I am still very glad that I am walking.

The performance time is 08:30, and it is not yet seven o'clock, so it is time-consuming to find a place to eat.It's just that they can't eat together, and I'm not in the mood to eat at that pizza shop, after all, it's weird to eat alone.Fortunately, there are many small restaurants on both sides of the street, so I entered a fried belly restaurant with the mentality of trying something new.There are not many tables and chairs in the store, and the sanitary conditions are slightly poor. I chose a place facing the door, watching the crowded street outside... Then I took these two comparison pictures quite badly, put them together, and sent I gave it to the stuffy oil bottle who might still be in a meeting hungry.Unexpectedly, after a while, he replied a text message, the content turned out to be: "The company ordered pizza, just finished eating, and the meeting will end soon."

I wipe!He actually ate pizza!Doesn't the company have a cafeteria, and it's too extravagant and corrupt to order pizza specially!I was suddenly a little unbalanced, there is nothing to show off when I have a belly... I curled my lips and replied: "My focus is to burst, not to burst! Waiting for you to go in together?" Thinking that this boring oil bottle will adjourn the meeting now, 08: 30 is enough to rush over.After all, there is a traffic jam in the city, and it's not easy to park here. He probably has to park somewhere else and walk in like me.

"You go in first, I will as soon as possible."

Actually, I'm just saying this politely, and I'm not sure how long it will take for him to arrive. It's still so hot outside, so why make yourself suffer, listen to music, and drink a bottle of small beer.So, I replied to him with a peaceful mind, "Yes", thinking that the more traffic jams and scrapes, the more minor accidents, so I sent another message "Driving carefully".

After eating my belly, I strolled slowly to LiveHouse.In addition to shops, there are many indigenous houses here, so there are many old men and old ladies walking their dogs and children. The dogs who urinate while walking walk faster than me. look at me.After being overtaken by the Nth dog, I received a text message from Poker Bottle: "On the way, traffic jam."

It's already on the way, and it's pretty fast.But, why do you think his reflex arc is quite long?My point is that my belly is bursting with white hair? "It was written at 08:30, but it is estimated that this kind of event will not start on time, so don't worry." I wrote back to him, but he didn't reply, probably driving.

When we arrived at the door of LiveHouse, it was about 8:15, and there were many people at the door.Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the organizer is a trendy magazine. I can't tell the difference between the internal staff and the readers. They are both trendy. It seems that I am so serious and well-behaved.I couldn't help but think about it, even if there is no dress code on Friday, Poker Face doesn't seem to be able to wear a T-shirt to work. The last time I saw him on Friday, it was still a shirt.Well, that's good, at least there are people who are more modestly dressed than me, no, there are people who are more serious and well-behaved than me, and they are at the bottom.Thinking about it, I handed the ticket to the ticket inspector, and that person gave me an extra look... What are you looking at, have you never seen anyone want to laugh?

I quickly pretended to be calm and took the ticket stub to pass by people, but I was a little dumbfounded when I entered it, because I saw...people, many people...a lot of hipsters crowded there.The bar can only be seen through the crowd. The area is not large, so it is quite visually impactful.Each ticket comes with a free drink, I hesitated for a moment, forced myself to squeeze over, and changed to a bottle of Heineken.

After all, it was the first time I came to this kind of place, so my curiosity drove me to look around first.There is a staircase next to the bar, and following the principle of proximity, I first went to the second floor for "observation".The area on the second floor is not large, the lighting is dim and ambiguous, and there are several rows of red double sofas facing each other.There were also handsome men and beautiful women sitting on the sofa. As soon as I came up, they all looked at me, but they only took a look, and then continued to play with their mobile phones and chat with each other.The atmosphere here is quite quiet compared to downstairs, but it’s a pity that there are no vacancies. Otherwise, after walking for a long time, if you can sit down and have a drink and smoke a cigarette, that would be great.

Downstairs, I followed a few people into a narrow, dim aisle, and watched them walk to the end with ease, pushed open the door on the left, and entered a place completely unknown to me.Behind him, many people are also walking this way.I guess that's where the show is.

The door is an inconspicuous double-sliding wooden door. It is really old and old. It seems to have springs and squeaky. But the moment I pushed it open, I was a little dumbfounded. It was really a sudden enlightenment.Sure enough, it is a live venue. Compared with the small space outside, the space looks very tall and large, and there is even a second floor!Large empty space, no seats, can accommodate... It's not clear, but it can stand a lot of people.

Everything was so fresh, I drilled through the crowd, and unknowingly got into the first row.The stage is not gorgeous, simple and simple, the lights are bright, the background is the LOGO of LiveHouse and fashion magazines, and there is a circle of iron guard poles in front of the stage, probably because people are afraid of getting too close to the stage?I leaned on the railing and looked, and there was a drum kit on the stage. As for the other speaker machines, I didn’t know much about it. There were many black wires criss-crossing on the ground around each device.

I took out my phone and checked the time. It was almost 8:40. As I thought, the opening will not be too punctual.At this time, a few people who looked full of rock and roll came up with electric guitars and basses, plugged them in, tested the sound, and adjusted the equipment, making weird and harsh sounds.There was some commotion in the crowd behind me. I don’t know which girl called out her name, and the guitarist on the stage raised his head and followed the sound with a smile and raised his chin. It made me feel like I was the only one in the world who didn’t know the people on the stage. Feel.Well, I have to admit, I can't even tell the difference between a guitar and a bass.

As the harsh tuning sounds continued to appear, it gradually became noisy behind me. I looked back and saw that the venue was almost full of people, and people kept coming in from outside the door.It's just that everyone is crowded in this empty field, and there is no one on the second floor.

This kind of atmosphere made me a little unable to restrain myself, and wanted to ask where Poker Bottle was.But he was driving, and he was already irritable in traffic jams. I told him not to rush, so I endured it.Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a cool tattooed girl next to me who was also smoking a bottle of Heineken. Only then did I realize that smoking is not allowed here, so I took out a cigarette from the side pocket of my backpack with my hands behind my back and lit one.The palm of my hand holding the beer bottle was full of water. It was really uncomfortable. I was holding a cigarette in my mouth. I dropped my hand and tried to dry my pants, but my elbow touched the tattooed girl.I quickly said sorry, but she just looked at me, as if she was used to it and didn't care.At this time, several people passed behind me and kept rubbing against my backpack. Immediately, there was only one feeling left in my heart——crowded.

You don't need to look back to know that the venue must be full.Suddenly I was very glad that I came in earlier and occupied a terrain that was conducive to watching the performance. Otherwise, wouldn't standing behind the crowd be full of people looking at the head?Although I'm such a big person, it's a bit unkind to take the first place...

The venue suddenly went dark, only the stage in front of me was lit, and then whistles and screams sounded from behind.The drummer must be the one playing the drumsticks on stage. Behind the drummer is a man in a green T-shirt, big shorts and skate shoes, waving to the audience as he walks. His legs and arms are covered with colorful tattoos.I can’t help but feel that the same person, the same ordinary T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, are different from each other. When they wear it, they have such a domineering rock style. If it is me, it will definitely become serious and well-behaved immediately. Could it be that my arms and legs are too white?It suddenly occurred to me that Poker-Face also seemed to have a tattoo on his body. He was usually well-dressed and prudent, so I really couldn't tell... Could it be that Poker-Face was unruly and indulgent in his second period and loved freedom?Curious.

There was no transition, and the guitar sounded suddenly. I thought it would be a very explosive song at the beginning, but I didn't expect the prelude to be a bit leisurely.The green T-shirt held up the microphone and swayed his body to the rhythm. It turned out that he was the lead singer.This song is really quiet. Unfortunately, when he opened his mouth, I couldn't quite hear what he was singing. I only heard "lake water", "breeze" and "connected from time to time", but the audience almost all sang along.The green T-shirt was walking on the stage while singing, and suddenly, I heard him singing "Broken Bridge, how have you ever stepped on the remnant snow", and I was shocked immediately.

"There is no more setting sun of love, no more moon reflecting.

"There is no more intoxicating warm wind, and it dissipates in the clouds and smoke in a blink of an eye."

Damn, this isn't about the West Lake, is it?The performance entered the solo stage at this time. I never knew that the electric guitar could be so melodious.The green T-shirt stretched out its arms, closed its eyes, swayed with the melody, and had a devoted expression. It looked as if rowing a boat in the lake and felt the breeze blowing on the face.

It's about my hometown.This without any precautions brought back many memories in me, and pictures appeared in my mind.For example, my father took my little hand and took me for a walk by the lake; for example, my mother cooked her specialty dishes in the kitchen in order to reward me who was admitted to college.

"Cycling across the long embankment, singing and laughing, but seeing the scenery by mistake along the way."

This is simply too graphic!Listen, I forgot to smoke again.Thinking that I used to ride a bike to go out with my classmates. There was a girl I liked in a group of people. I always pretended to look at her casually. I looked at her, and before I knew it, the broken bridge was behind me.

"That day and that night, I didn't realize it, and I went away."

Although he was alone in Beijing, he was still an old man. He didn't expect to feel homesick after listening to the song.No, I'm not alone, my colleagues in the company are very kind to me, and there is Poker Bottle, who took me to such a beautiful restaurant last time to eat hometown food, which was delicious.I want him to listen too... I immediately threw away the cigarette butt and took out my phone to check the time.It was nine o'clock, and I sent him a text message: "Let me know when we arrive." Afraid that he would not be able to hear the noise in his trouser pocket, he held his phone in his hand.

"That day and that night, walk away from my story."

After the whole song was over, the band almost didn't rest and went straight to the next one.The prelude is very interesting, and the drums are also very strong.As soon as the prelude sounded, the crowd became much more heated than before, as if I was the only one left unaware.I looked back, and many people raised one hand high, making fists and some special gestures, and waving rhythmically with the drumbeat.The guitar or bass suddenly cut in, and I felt it instantly, and forcibly pulled me out of the nostalgic mood just now.The scene was really different, it really had the power to make people excited, and suddenly thought of the phrase "Sound wave, too strong, if you don't shake it, you will be hit to the ground..."

The green T-shirt was no longer as leisurely as before. He jumped up and down on the stage manically, then stretched out a finger, shook it three times with the rhythm, and said "no" as soon as he opened his mouth.And the word "no" is amazing, it was almost yelled out by the whole audience!

"No, you have to trust the rules, no, you have to trust the order, no, you have to trust the experience, no, you have to trust the lessons..."

A series of "don't believe anything", every word "no" was yelled out by the audience. For me, who has never even seen a singer's concert, it was quite shocking.Just when I was so shocked that I didn't know whether to look back at the manic audience or the manic green T-shirts in the stands, I felt the phone vibrate in my hand. "It's here." Poker Bottle's text message.Is it here, or is it at the door of the store?No matter where I go, I have to report the location, otherwise how can he find so many people?I quickly replied "I am in the first row" amidst the angry shouts of "no, no, no".

After another restless interlude, I suddenly entered a nice solo. I looked up at the stage, and the green T-shirt was really "enjoying" twisting and dancing.At the same time, there was a strange scream behind him.Before I had time to look back, I was hit hard from behind by someone, and my hips hit the guardrail in front of me. The pain made me tear up. I didn’t even hold the wine bottle and threw it away. Now, the phone is not thrown away.However, before I could turn around to see what was going on, someone bumped into me again and held me down.After that, there was another impact, as if someone was constantly bumping into me, and the person behind me couldn't leave for a while, and kept pressing me.Damn, you're just using me as a meat pad!Hip bone gentleman is really about to cry!

I managed to glance back, not knowing how to express my feelings, but thinking everyone was crazy.Moreover, I don't know when, such a large field suddenly opened up behind me, and many people held hands in circles, ran wildly, jumped and collided with each other in the open space.

I hurriedly stuffed my phone into my fart pocket and put my hands on the railing, trying to see the right time to push away the person "attached" to me.As a result, just as he pushed this person away, another person was bumped over by someone else.I quickly analyzed it in my head, and felt that it was too late to escape. After all, I was surrounded by people who were enjoying this kind of atmosphere, and I was the only one who was surrounded by an unaware alien, so I had to quickly turn half of my body and hold onto the railing pad He stood, ready to protect his hip bones, and stretched out his other hand to protect his body, ready to push him away in case he was hit again.

As soon as I stretched out my arm, someone grabbed my upper arm before I could speak, and before I could react, I was already pulled away from there until the whole person and bag hit me. Only then stopped on that person.Because of the limited space, I was not pulled far away. The person who was about to hit me just now flew past my eyes, and I saw him hit the railing on which I left!

I'm going, it's too thrilling!Everything is in the blink of an eye!I was still in shock, but at the same time I breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly turned to look at my savior...it turned out to be Poker Bottle.He frowned, glanced at me, and said nothing.But in this case, even if we say something, we can't hear each other, it's too noisy.

Poker bottle turned me over to face him, held my shoulders to look up and down, then said something, then took my hand, turned around and led me out of the crowd.I thought about it, his mouth shape seemed to be saying: "Don't be in front."

In fact, my hips really hurt. I was a little angry and aggrieved when I saw "relatives" and "benefactors" say this.Still "not in front"? "No" or something, why are you joining in the fun... How the hell do I know? !Obviously the atmosphere was very good just now... I know that I am not really angry with him, but I just feel ashamed, I am too ignorant, let the ignorant be fearless, and I am stupidly complacent.

It may be because I was too nervous just now, my adrenaline was a little bit high, my hands and body were shaking slightly, and Pokerfing's hand was clenched so hard that my palms were sweating.He led me out without looking back, and I just watched his back and followed.Sure enough, he was wearing a white shirt, but strangely, he didn't feel "earthy".This person didn't seem to need any additional modifications. Even wearing such simple clothes, he was particularly conspicuous among these hipsters, and there was nothing out of place at all.

Porky Bottle kept pulling me against the wall, didn't let go, and looked at the stage.On stage and off stage, they were still shouting "No, believe..." and so on.I suddenly couldn't tell whether the meaning of the expression was "don't believe it" or "no! Believe it", it ended in my daze.

Poker bottle was in the stands, but I was looking down at my hands.This is different from the time I was "touched" by a foreigner...Of course, the reason for "touching" is also different. Poker Bottle is to take me away from the crowd as soon as possible, so now I have left the "dangerous zone", how can he Still not letting go?Why haven't I felt disgusted and resisted yet?Is the song "Don't believe it" or "No! Believe it"?Suddenly want to know the answer.

The music sounded on the stage again, at a slow pace.I quickly forcibly diverted my attention and looked up.The green T-shirt had already plugged the microphone back into the microphone stand, and stood there obediently, panting a little, and the manic audience also calmed down, probably tired.He opened his mouth and sang only one sentence, but he didn't expect the whole chorus to sing after that.

"The end of a dangerous journey."

"I want to live peacefully with you and go see the sunset in the sky."

"Maybe happiness is holding hands tightly, smiling sweetly, and hugging when we cry."

They fit really neatly together... After that, they began to sing a foreign name repeatedly, which sounded like a girl's name, Safina or something.I retracted my gaze and looked at Poker Bottle. He was lowering his head, looking down at... his hand?As if he noticed that I was looking back, he looked up at me, and I realized that this is not the time to think about what is there and what is not, this is the time to let go.But as soon as I moved my hand, Poker-Face raised his chin towards the stage, motioning for me to look.

It turned out that the green T-shirt took out a harmonica or something from somewhere, and it sounded pretty good.Then, I suddenly felt my hand being pinched, I turned my head, Poker-Face glanced at me, then turned my head to look around the field, looked back at me again, did not speak, but squeezed my hand again, pulled He tugged and turned to leave, as if he wanted to take me somewhere.

"A kaleidoscope adorns your dazzling pupils, and a rainbow will appear in the blue sky because of you."

"The colorful world has lingered for too long, only I know how precious you are."

I was dragged by Poker Bottle and walked against the wall until I reached the end of the field and stopped before a stone step.He turned around and said something, while pointing at the top.Although I can't hear it, there is no need to guess at all, it must be something like "Let's go up there".

"Just let me dance for you, let me sing for you, let me sing for you."

The stone steps were not wide, and some people sat sporadically, some against the wall and some against the railing.Porky Bottle took me around them and walked up section by section in an S-shape.Those sitting people did not pay attention to us at all. Some of them only glanced at us distractedly when we passed by, and some didn't even bother to look at them. They just tilted their heads and moved their bodies, thinking that we were blocking them. Sight.So it's okay... Otherwise, it would be embarrassing for us to hold hands like this.I was so nervous that I seriously suspected that the sweat in my palms was about to flow out from between our palms.I also thought about withdrawing my hand halfway, but just as I moved it, I was suddenly clenched. Poker-Face looked back at me with a questioning look. After thinking about it, I could only say "I'm sweating".He seemed to understand my mouth shape, so he let go, but I just rubbed my hand on my trousers twice, and he grabbed it again, and then led me forward, cutting off my thoughts.

The petals in my heart have never been finished.I don’t know if he knows about those words and “10086” in the bar, but I can’t let him think that I “dislike” him anymore, right?In this way, I also cut off my own thoughts, and was dragged here by his hand all the way as if resigned to fate.

The space on the second floor is not big, there are no people, and it is relatively quiet.We walked to the place facing the stage and stopped in front of the fence.Below is a dark mass of people moving around.Although it is not close enough to see the sweat and tattoos on the green T-shirt like the first row, it seems to have entered a new world, with a feeling of "everyone is drunk and I am alone" feeling out of the way. Instead, you can concentrate on listening to the music.

"Safina, Safina, only I know how precious you are."

Does this girl named Safina really exist?If so, if this song is written for her, doesn't every performance seem like a collective confession?How would she feel if she heard that?Even if they died without a problem in the end, at least there is still such a song to commemorate this relationship and prove the sincerity of the past.Decades later, when Safina hears it again when she is very old, will she burst into tears or smile knowingly?I can't help but feel that people who can express their feelings in this way are really strong, much more high-end than love letters and love words.Why can't I know how to write songs and play musical instruments, or would I leave the group early?

"Just let me dance for you, let me sing for you, let me sing for you."

Poker-flask and I were listening quietly, neither of us spoke.Soon, the song is over.At the same time, he suddenly let go of my hand.The hot and humid sweat in the palm of my hand suddenly lost its "protective layer", and it was suddenly exposed to the turbid air in the room. I suddenly felt a slight coolness penetrate into the palm of my hand. I quickly wiped the sweat on my pants to get better.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Poker Fing's hands resting on the fence in front of him naturally, and his eyes looked in the direction of the stage below.

Didn't he just want to take me away from the crowd as soon as possible and find a place with few people... I think why there are so many and nothing?I can't help but feel that I'm crazy, too damn sensitive, and my thoughts are so delicate that I can catch up with adolescent girls.But this unprepared, the hand is empty, it is really different from the feeling of wanting to let go, I can't tell what it feels like.

Suddenly a simple guitar melody and harmonica sounded on the stage, and I also held on to the railing like an oil bottle, clenched it tightly, and forced myself to watch.The green T-shirt played the harmonica twice, put it down again, and finally said a few words to Mai, but he couldn't hear clearly, it was probably the last song...the road song...don't give up your dreams or something.After finishing speaking, he then picked up the harmonica and played to the microphone. The audience in the arena were very excited and began to clap rhythmically with the simple melody.Except for me and Poker-Face—two people who don't know what's going on.

The drum kit suddenly hit a few points, and the guitar and bass cut in together, and the atmosphere in the venue became hot immediately.The green T-shirt danced a few times on the stage, and when he opened his mouth to sing, it turned out to be the whole chorus again.

"Dream, where is it? It is always so desirable."

"I walked on the road regardless of everything, just to come to your side."

It was so lively.I glanced at Poker Bottle, but he still looked like that, which made you feel like "you can feel that he is listening quietly, or you can feel that he is just looking out of focus and thinking about something, and you don't know that he is thinking about it." Thinking about something" feeling.

Everyone kept repeating the phrase "keep going south, keep going south, keep going south, keep going south..." The green T-shirt seems to like all kinds of twists and turns when it comes to the solo stage, and this time it even turns the steering wheel action.So it was really a song about the road?

"Dream, where is it? The rolling wheel, rolling the years."

"I don't want to be intoxicated anymore, I can't fall asleep, should I continue or face it?"

Highway... I suddenly remembered something.The pictures are like old-fashioned slides, which are constantly shown in the mind.I was completely lost in the repetition of "going all the way to the south", trying very hard to distinguish the front and rear of those pictures and string them together.A dream about a road, a dream about a waterfall.

Poker Bottle is standing on my left, looks like driving in normal times, and the scenes in those pictures are very similar.Suddenly I had an urge to reach up and touch his arm.Poker bottle withdrew his gaze and looked at me with a questioning look. I opened my mouth and wanted to tell him that I had some strange dreams, and the person in it was very similar to you.

But... when the words came to my lips, I forcefully said: "Are you thirsty?"

Poker bottle thought for a while, then slowly shook his head at me.I nodded and turned my gaze back to the stage.Fingers scratching at the mottled paint leather on the railing, she couldn't concentrate at all, her mind wandered, but she wasn't thinking about anything specifically, she was simply wandering.

I don't know how long it took, Poker Bottle also touched my arm.I hurried back to my senses: "Huh?"

He poked his head over and asked me, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing……"

He looked at me for a while, then pointed to the stage.I looked in the direction he pointed, only to realize how much my mind wandered.There was a new band on the stage, and they were all singing, and I didn't realize it!

This band is more than a little restless than the green T-shirt in terms of appearance and singing style, and the lead singer is completely yelling.The audience was so crazy, it was even more exaggerated than when it hit me. Some people even kept climbing over the railing and ran to the stage, making gestures, turning their backs to the audience and falling backwards, free falling, like "trust training", And the strangers below will really catch them, and carry them on their backs and pass them on from person to person outside.After a while, even the lead singer of the band started playing like this, and was carried around by the audience and passed back to the stage.

I still feel like an outlier and don't understand why they are so crazy and what they want to express in this way.emotion?Feeling?Or is it simply for fun and venting?Can't feel it.I suddenly feel that sometimes being too silent is the same, but it is just using a different way to cover up the heart. The effect is actually the same as being too exaggerated, and it is unpredictable.

It's like a stuffed oil bottle.

The venue is getting hotter and hotter, and the air is getting more and more cloudy, making it uncomfortable.I don't know the band, I haven't heard the song, and I can't get into the atmosphere.I don't think it's interesting, and I don't want to listen to it, but I didn't see it for long after thinking that it took me so long to get here... But didn't he also say that he doesn't like noisy environments?I made a decision without asking him. I touched his arm and said, "Brother, let's go."

He seemed to understand my words and frowned.I didn't bother to explain. Talking so loudly was too exhausting. I planned to replace it with actions like him. I stretched out my hand, but hesitated for a moment. I just grabbed his arm and led him downstairs.The stairs were empty, and the people who sat on it just now didn't know where they went. They probably went to the venue to join in the fun.I also dragged him to the wall, and amidst the deafening music and roars, I pushed open the dilapidated double door.

The door closed behind us, and our ears seemed to be covered by someone, and we couldn't hear anything.I