distorted impression

With more people in the house, Jiang Chengyue felt that the air was getting thinner.

Especially Lu Xu has been frowning and staring at him since he finished speaking.

With a sullen face, looking from top to bottom, he stayed on the belt for a few more seconds, and even let out a dissatisfied "tsk".

Jiang Chengyue was almost starved of oxygen by him, and the tips of her ears were a little red: "Brother Lu?"

"Why do you wear a sweatshirt with jeans?" Lu Xu asked regretfully, "Blue and emerald green, isn't that a mess?"

A beautiful face was blinded in vain.

"Ah?" Jiang Chengyue froze for a moment, the heat on her cheeks dissipated a little.

Is this nonsense? He doesn't understand.

Everyone used to wear it like this when they were in the band. They said it was a contrasting color and it was very trendy.

"Forget it." Lu Xu raised his hand to stop the topic, "I won't talk about aesthetics with you."

Lu Xu: "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

The two of them had been lying on the same bed in an almost comatose state for the whole night. Although there was a tendency to dislike each other, they still tried their best to maintain the superficial peace.

but.

When Jiang Chengyue opened the refrigerator and took out three steamed buns from the refrigerator, Lu Xu's face completely turned from cloudy to cloudy.

"I'll give you two, and I'll keep one." Jiang Chengyue asked carefully, "Is that okay?"

"You eat this kind of thing for lunch?" Lu Xu asked in disbelief.

Jiang Chengyue's hands holding the steamed buns had no place to rest: "Not all of them."

It's the end of the month, and I only have enough money to eat steamed buns.

"There are other things." Jiang Chengyue took out two more bottles of Laoganma from the refrigerator, "Add this, it's not spicy."

Lu Xu: "..."

"Eat it yourself." Lu Xu stood up and left, "This house is not big, after my things move in, you remember to pack up the pile of things you put in the corner."

The original band was gone, and Jiang Chengyue became a wild drummer.

The established bands are more or less xenophobic. After thinking about it, he decided to form his own band.

For example, Meng Zhe's bass is pretty good.

When Jiang Chengyue found Meng Zhe in the first store at the intersection of Food Street with his drum stick in his pocket, Meng Zhe was selling crayfish with his father's apron on.

"It's coming, how about Mengyi?" Meng Zhe asked immediately when he turned his head and saw him, "Is it fragrant?"

"Not fragrant." Jiang Chengyue looked down at the crayfish spit bubbles, "He is my landlord, everyone has said that he is a straight man, only fierce."

"Isn't he a handsome mixed race guy?"

"Handsome is pretty handsome..." When Jiang Chengyue thinks of Lu Xu now, what he felt when he lifted the blanket back then is the feeling of unevenness. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture, "At least 1.9 meters tall, with special eyes Good-looking, very high-end, and a stupid science student like me can't describe her good-looking."

"But." Jiang Chengyue changed the subject, "I can feel that he doesn't like me."

"Ah? How do you feel?" Meng Zhe asked.

"I just feel... I'm not the same as him." Jiang Chengyue racked his brains to describe, "He's a bit like... yes, a fairy who descends to the mortal world, who doesn't eat the fireworks in the world, and can breathe out fairy energy with her mouth. Kind of."

"?" Meng Zhe tilted his head and thought for a while, but he really didn't want to understand the concept of a 1.9-meter fairy.

"In short." Jiang Chengyue concluded, "As long as I can pretend to be a grandson in front of him, he should not make things difficult for me."

"Boss! Where's the lobster I ordered half an hour ago!" the customer yelled, "Is it still in business!"

"Hey, come on." Meng Zhe apologized with a smile, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Chengyue swallowed, feeling that the freshly cooked crayfish were delicious.

There are two missed calls on the mobile phone, it is the campus band of D University, probably because he failed to get through, the school sent him a message——

[D major · lead singer]: Hi, junior.There's a recent college student music festival, can you do me a favor?

[Bamboo shoots]: Just say it.

[D Da·lead singer]: We need a drummer here, and we would like to invite you to come.

[Bamboo shoots]: No problem!I haven't played for a few days, and my hands are a little raw. I will find a place to practice my hands first.

Meng Zhe was too busy today to talk about forming a band. Jiang Chengyue stood up and wanted to go for a walk by himself.

"Go there." Meng Zhe shouted at him from a distance, "Xingcai Music Space, the largest livehouse in the city, is said to be built by a rich second generation. It covers an area of ​​about 1000 square meters. The lighting alone cost 200 million yuan. , the bands here like to drill there, you go to find the feeling, I will go to you when I sell out the lobsters."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Jiang Chengyue waved his hand.

Xingcai Music Space is located at the end of Wenchuang Street. A Maserati stopped, and the owner, Song Jun, opened the door for him.

"Designer Lu." Song Jun said, "It's really not easy for you to pay me a visit."

"Stop burying me! Just because of your drink yesterday, you almost killed me." Just as Lu Xu got out of the car, he took a look at what his friend Song Jun was wearing today, "Tear off your pretending bow tie, it really doesn't fit. The CANCLIN fabric of your clothes looks uncomfortable."

Song Jun got used to it, raised his hand and tore off his bow tie: "The alcohol content is not high."

"How is the person?" Song Jun asked, "The kid who wants to live with you?"

"Not good." Lu Xu said, "The face is beautiful, but the taste in clothes is too bad."

Jiang Chengyue's eyes are like a young deer, and there is a small mole under the left eye near the bridge of the nose. When she looks at people, she smiles before saying anything, timidly, but quite vividly.

It's the taste in dressing, the random matching of colors and styles, and it's like playing wildly on Lu Xu's ugly point.

Due to professional habits, in the eyes of designers, appearance precedes personality.

Lu Xu: "Looks dumb too."

"And." Lu Xu said, "I can see that he doesn't like me."

"Okay, you, do you feel it?" Song Jun asked.

"It's not from the same road." Lu Xu said, "The aura is not harmonious."

Lu Xu: "Anyway, he is young, as long as he can pretend to be a grandson in front of me, I will not make things difficult for him."

Having said that, he looked at the door of the livehouse and was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Song Jun asked.

"It's okay." Lu Xu withdrew his gaze, "I seem to have seen Jiang Chengyue just now."

But Jiang Chengyue's kind of honest native child should be unlikely to appear on such an occasion.

Xingcai has three floors, and the first floor is used for the live scene. Today, there is no well-known band performing here, and an unknown small band is playing on the stage.

"Would you like something to drink?" asked Jiang Chengyue at the bar, "Today the boss is celebrating his friend's return to China, and drinks are half price."

"Then have a glass of water." Jiang Chengyue said.

There are only three people in the small band, keyboard, bass and guitar, playing listlessly, almost meaningless.

Everyone in the booth was drinking and chatting, not enjoying themselves very much.

"Can I try it?" Jiang Chengyue asked the bar.

"You?" The waiter at the bar looked at his innocent face, and didn't have the heart to fight, "It's quite difficult. You can play drums if you don't want to. You need a little foundation, but there are no people now, so go if you want to play. .”

Jiang Chengyue got on the stage during the interval of the music, and just sat down on the drum stool when someone started booing not far away.

"Can you play? This is not a toy." The long-haired man said.

"Do you know how to hold drum sticks, kid, do you want me to teach you?" Another person said.

"If you don't, don't be ashamed." A man in his 30s in a black shirt said coldly.

The drum players refused to accept anyone, and Jiang Chengyue ignored everyone.

The lead singer was very friendly to him and asked him, "What song is there?"

"Let's play some rock and roll." The drumstick spun twice on Jiang Chengyue's right hand, trying a short rhythm.

The bass drum made a dense drum beat, and the originally sluggish guitar played a smooth electronic sound. The audience was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly boiled.

The lead singer turned his head and whistled at Jiang Chengyue: "The drums are good."

Drums are the soul of a band. If the rhythm is fast, the atmosphere of the whole band will be better.

At the end of the song, Jiang Chengyue twirled his drum stick in his hand, his cheeks showed a kind of lustrous porcelain white under the light, and someone from the audience shouted: "There is something, come again."

Lu Xu stood by the booth and answered a call from the domestic brand assistant——

"Mr. Lu." The assistant reported the name of a traffic star, "His team wants to cooperate with us and borrow our NancyDeer's high-end gown at the red carpet event tomorrow night. His assistant has arrived and said that there are fans of the artist. More than 1000 million, can bring us traffic."

Assistant: "Also... said let's hurry up and don't delay the event, let me ask what you mean first?"

"It's not a fast-selling brand, what do you need that little traffic for?" The surrounding voices were too loud, and Lu Xu had to raise his voice, "Then who disrespected women on a variety show last month, Still refuse to apologize, don't you have any points in your heart, don't borrow it."

Lu Xu was about to hang up the phone when he thought of Jiang Chengyue's eyes.

"Wait." He said to his assistant, "Help me deliver dinner to the old house, no white steamed buns."

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask you." Seeing him hang up the phone, Song Jun asked, "You said yesterday that you lacked design inspiration, what's wrong? Andy said you again?"

Andy was one of the designers who couldn't understand Lush's work.

When Lu Xu produces a piece of work, he can spray ten sentences.

"Andy's a fart, he's the kind of buyer designer who specializes in modifying popular styles, and deserves to comment on me." Lu Xu sneered, "It's the spring and summer show in the coming year, I want to do something different. Find some ideas."

"That's not easy." Song Jun pointed to the inside proudly, "Look where I am! The birthplace of music and dreams, every active band needs inspiration, you can find a band chat."

Lu Xu looked in the direction he pointed, the drum shield was blocked by the translucent acrylic material, and the dark flaxen hair looked familiar.

There is a small group of people in the audience, and the voices of shouting are mixed together.

Lu Xu only discerned a few words from it——

"Drummer diving!"

"Swing a drum stick!"

"It's too noisy." Lu Xu didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"What you need to look for, whether you are inspired or not, put it in a more down-to-earth manner." Song Jun objected, "I have everything here."

The sound of the guitar and keyboard stopped, Jiang Chengyue played a solo, and the double drumsticks turned in a beautiful arc in his hands.

At the same time, the voices of the audience were heard.

"I can't explain clearly to you." Lu Xu was in the rehabilitation period of Chinese, he said a lot and made mistakes, and he was too lazy to explain to others.

Lu Xu: "Inspiration is a kind of surprise, a surprise encounter."

A drumstick flew over from the air and hit Lu Xu on the head.