whale killer

The bar is located in a winding alley near Gulou West Street, next to two cafes and a small theater, surrounded by residential buildings, quiet and inconspicuous.

Xiang Qifei was dragged here by Qian Huilai. To be honest, only people like him can find this kind of place, and he doesn't even drive in the taxi. It's hard not to think about how the nearby shops survive. At the end of December, it was dry and cold, and Xiang Qifei had already had a round of drinking. He didn't hold a lot of alcohol, and he became dizzy when he drank casually.He was freezing to death, unwilling to take his hands out of his pockets, and relying on Qian Huilai to turn the navigation three times left and right, he finally found the overly concealed entrance.The alley is very narrow, and a car with cobwebs is parked beside the wall, and there are stretching stone walls on the left and right.A yellow light box stands outside the small door, and it is also responsible for attracting almost non-existent guests and flying insects that are still frozen to death.

Xiang Qifei looked at the box and counted for a while, there were three worms, and the two of them were the only ones at the door.

"The bug won," he concluded.

Qian Huilai asked, "How much did you drink?"

The letters "Deborah" were hollowed out and engraved on the plastic shell of the light box. In the taxi, Xiang Qifei talked with Qian Huilai whether the name came from Jennifer Connelly in "Once Upon a Time in America".After entering the door, there is second-hand smoke floating around. There are more people than imagined, but it is also simpler than imagined.Some were sitting and some were standing, or they were choosing what to drink at the bar, and a few people wearing thick glasses gathered to chat about Mallarme and Verlaine.In addition to the smoke and wine barrels, there is a gamboge veil hanging from the ceiling to the ground, which divides the space into two pieces.The outside is filled with tables and chairs for guests, with a projector behind it, and a connecting cable quietly protruding into the curtain. Inside, there is a maroon wooden table, almost waist-high, on which a laptop computer and a glass ashtray are placed.

The background music denied the two people's previous conjectures. Deborah actually came from "Disco2000" which was playing quietly.

Standing on the stereo behind the bar, Jarvis Cocker was singing to his Deborah, and I said, let's meet in 2000.Although it is 17 springs, summers, autumns and winters faster than the time of the lyrics, this is really a very suitable song for New Year's Eve. Both the promise and the new century are pretended to be expected in the music.

I don't know if Jarvis and his Deborah saw it later, Xiang Qifei was distracted, I hope I saw it.

Not long after I entered the freshman year the year before last, Xiang Qifei bought this single at the record store mentioned by his brother in the guitar club.A small, seven-inch vinyl record is placed on the shelf with "recommended by the boss".Although Xiang Qifei's piano was abandoned after only playing for a month or so, and the fire sticks were given to the freshmen in the second year, he still goes to this store. Since then, he has almost only relied on this shelf to listen to music. The replacement records are always very tasteful. If you have spare money, you can buy them, and if you don’t have spare money, you can copy them down. For him, it is much more reliable than the algorithms of various music software.

The room is well heated, and the aroma of hops can be faintly smelled through the second-hand smoke.Xiang Qifei pulled off his woolen hat, scratched his deformed hair, took off his cotton coat and scarf and hung it on his arm, and carried his bag back.Qian Huilai ordered beer, and what Xiang Qi insisted on was hot lemon black tea. He found a seat in the last row and sat down, leaning against the wall, and he wanted to close his eyes.At that time, when Qian Huilai mentioned it, he was puzzled by the event and didn't want to come at all.New Year’s Eve is a regular option, lights and fireworks are set off, and the urban area is not allowed to do so. Then you can go to Xiaoxitian and watch a few movies until the dawn. If you don’t want to invite friends to eat, drink and chat for a night, I don’t know who would make a special trip Go around [-] times to watch people write poems on the spot.But Qian Huilai's needs are likely to be placed at the top of Xiang Qifei, after all, he only has this one as a child.So, Xiang Qifei changed his ticket home from tonight to tomorrow morning, and was invited to sing at KTV with his roommate all afternoon, taking a taxi on time to pick up Qian Huilai at the gate of the school.

In this regard, Qian Huilai said: "If you make fewer friends, you won't be so busy."

Xiang Qifei yawned in the car, holding his bag in his arms, resting his head on the glass to catch his sleep, and casually replied, "You don't have to force me to make more friends."

Qian Huilai didn't answer the call, and played with her mobile phone, noncommittal.

The seats were already full at some point, and those who came late would look for a place to stand with their wine glasses in hand.The lights dimmed slowly, and the projection buzzed and began to work. On the opposite white wall, there was a blank word document.

The projection range is large, but the wall is slightly smaller, and the picture falls on the square pillar at the corner, which has a zigzag aesthetic.Then two people stepped into the veil, one sat down in front of the computer, and the other was holding a box piano and tuning it against the wall.The LCD screen is shining brightly, and the musicians have to sit outside that round of light.Xiang Qifei cheered up a little and took a few more glances, but through layers of obstacles and a not sober mind, he could only see a vague outline.

But the heart beat violently for some reason.

The words are knocked on the wall one by one, the black characters are like tadpoles, sometimes they piece together some grand themes, life or the universe, sometimes they are small and trivial, talking about the smelly ginkgo biloba that rots in the leaves in autumn As a result, talk about the soap bubbles you squeezed out when you woke up with a hangover and washed your face.Qian Hui looked at it seriously, and the images on the wall reflected him brightly.Xiang Qifei is distracted, always turning his head to look inside the veil.He didn't pay attention to those elegant poems, and devoted all his energy to listening to the accompaniment.I have been in the club for two years. Although I have not learned any musical instruments, I have listened to many songs. I can still hear some tricks. For the fret, the dissonant sound is properly turned into a certain sense of percussion in the solo, a common trick in the torrential early prelude.

The poet has rotated three or four times before and after, and there is only one musician, which has never changed.The tune actively fits the atmosphere of the poem, the speed is not fast, but there are many details, and each ornament is beautiful.It's not playing all the time. When it's the hour, the ancient clock in the store will ring and the music will stop. After the bell is heard, the musicians will light up their cigarettes and take a break.A spark rises and falls with his breathing, and Xiang Qifei takes a few sips of his drink, taking the opportunity to stare more closely, thinking that the little orange can be brighter, so that he can see clearly whether it is the person he wants.

At this time, the bar was surprisingly quiet, and one could hear the typing of the keyboard, the vibration of the projector, the burning cigarettes, and the constant bursting of beer bubbles in the cups.

Could it be Chi Yan?

This is not the first time that this happens. When you buy tickets blindly to go to a show, or when you meet a new band you have never heard of at a music festival, from time to time you will feel that there is a guitarist like Chi Yan, but it is completely different when you look carefully.Afterwards, Xiang Qifei sat on the floor or the turf to be annoyed, thinking how could someone be like Chi Yan so easily?

He texted Qian Huilai, and Qian Huilai said, if it weren't for being able to find it online, I would suspect that this band was made by you.At the beginning, I quarreled because of this, and I doubted myself as the number of times increased.

Xiang Qifei patted his face, pressed down his restless heart, and forced himself to turn his head and continue to look at the ginkgoes and life on the wall. After reading a few sentences, he couldn't help thinking, in such an environment, hiding a What are the odds of a vanishing rocker?

A latecomer pushed the door open and let in a gust of cold wind.Xiang Qifei shivered, and then he heard the heels of his shoes tapping on the floor. He asked the bar for a plate of peanuts without any politeness, and threw them into his mouth and chewed them.Someone frowned and looked in the direction of the noise source. The girl in the leather jacket leaning on her head hurriedly threw back a small handful of peanuts in her hand, clapped her hands and apologized, and the venue became quiet again.

Xiang Qifei also looked at it, and sobered up at a glance.

The noise source himself had his hair cut short, and he was thinner than the previous two years, but Xiang Qifei felt that he was right.

What is Ah Nao doing here?He couldn't figure out how a cheerful and willful bass player could become interested in sour literary activities.

Unless she comes to wait for someone.

Doubts are cleared up.Xiang Qifei covered his mouth with both hands to secretly be happy, to prevent himself from laughing out loud, or directly put his arms around Qian Huilai's head and kissed him.

So in such an environment, what are the chances of hiding a vanished rocker?

Maybe close to [-]%.

The event lasted about three hours.

The bell struck twelve times, completely breaking the previous calm.The last line of the poem hit a full stop at the same time, Qian Hui looked at it with tears in his eyes, Xiang Qifei didn't keep a single word in his mind.The lights that had been turned off before were turned on one by one, and the strange friends seemed to wake up from a dream, reunited in the bright new world, and wished each other a happy new year.Xiang Qifei didn't pay attention to anyone, and immediately rushed behind the curtain, and the musicians had disappeared.Looking at the bar again, Ah Nao is gone.

Qian Huilai got dressed and was about to call a car.Xiang Qifei drooped his head and slowly put on the padded jacket, then rubbed his temples with his fingertips, and said dejectedly, "How much did I drink?"

"What?" Qian Huilai concentrated on entering the destination.

"I'm hallucinating." Xiang Qifei adjusted his hat to the window, "I just saw the bass player who was pouring."

Qian Huilai had long been accustomed to this and didn't take it seriously, "Where are you going at night?"

Xiang Qifei yawned: "Go and open a room near the station, my ticket for 06:30 in the morning."

After Qian Huilai called for a taxi, she was worried: "I'm going back to school, we're going to miss the road, can you take a taxi by yourself? Otherwise, we'll go together and see you off first."

Xiang Qifei wrapped the scarf around his neck twice, tucked it tightly, and was about to nod in agreement, when he saw the bartender put away half a plate of unfinished peanuts from the walnut table at the bar, and was about to dump them into the trash can .

Barrett

I made up the bar, but this kind of activity really exists