A Legacy Inherited by the Licking Dogs

It was the first time for Lin Yue'an to sit in the first row when Wen Yizhou performed.

When he came here by himself, he always deliberately chose a place that was not so conspicuous, pretending that he was an ordinary music lover—but in fact, before he met Wen Yizhou, he just listened casually with his headphones on while running. To the extent of singing, it can neither be called understanding nor love.

But when he saw Wen Yizhou on the stage for the first time, he immediately fell in love with the tone of the viola—Wen Yizhou was born in classical music, and the arrangement and structure retained the classic and elegant framework, but in The expression and content are very avant-garde.During his school days, he never objected to working with all kinds of instruments - rock, electronic, ethnic, world music, and did a lot of things that were not always "pleasing" to the listener His experimental works are immature, sharp, and reveal a pioneering spirit that doesn't care.Everyone who knew his music first could never imagine that he himself is so neat and bland.

Lin Yue'an, who has no knowledge of music theory at all, can always find some interpretations from it every time.That is the closest thing to Wen Yizhou's soul and heart. If you can understand his songs, can you understand this person?

Later, Wen Yizhou gradually took over some music projects, and also produced some more commercial or service-oriented works.However, the singles and EPs he released in the name of the orchestra or as an individual still have a distinctive style, and the concerts are still unique, and each time it is different, it seems that there are endless themes and ideas that he wants to try. desire to express.He is taciturn in daily life, but eloquent in music.

He has a small group of very loyal fans, and some listeners who like him to show his own aesthetic superiority, and there has never been a lack of critical and disdainful voices.But Wen Yizhou is not a celebrity after all, he has no public relations and has not been continuously exposed, and some are just natural traffic in the niche circle. After nearly a year, this performance, Lin Yue'an actually pinched for him in his heart Khan: Do you still remember him? How many people like me never forget him?

Wen Yizhou never mentioned ticket sales, probably he didn't care that much, or maybe he didn't want to be distracted before the performance, but as far as Lin Yue'an himself was concerned, when he saw the long ticket checking line outside the performance hall, he was pleasantly surprised. There is still a pride that cannot be concealed.

The crimson velvet curtain completely covered the stage, and Lin Yu'an was seated in the front row nervously and excitedly. He glanced around and saw that they were all holding VIP tickets, feeling a little proud in his heart.Although he had heard the complete rehearsal yesterday, he still had a little bit of expectation for the official performance.

The performance time is approaching, the overhead light is turned off, the auxiliary light is dimming, and the performance instructions are repeated twice: mute the phone, do not answer the phone, and force the flash of the phone to turn off.

Finally, the performance hall fell into complete darkness, only the emergency light on the exit was glowing green.There were sporadic and whispered conversations in the auditorium, but it gradually became quiet, and it seemed that everyone was holding their breath.

The curtain opened silently in the darkness, and suddenly, a beam of light shone down. Wen Yizhou was sitting on a small platform, and upon closer inspection, he could find that it was a rectangular stone brick.With his hair combed back, wearing a white T-shirt, black leather jacket, and leather boots on bricks, he looked more like a rock musician than a violinist.His slender fingers were slender and bright under the light, the bow gently kissed the strings, and a thin wave of rosin ash was played, flying in the only vertically falling beam of light.

The sound of the piano kicked off the prologue.

This is the most common piece of waste brick in the world.There are a few scattered around every low-walled earth building, and there are thousands of them in every construction site. It is rough, cheap, and full of potholes. It is not enough to be the material of any handicraft, and no grass, trees and flowers can grow on it.It was born in an earthen kiln or brick factory with low technical content, and then rolled down into this world without fear of bumps or bumps, making a dull sound with the weight of life-the drumming strongly intensified the moment of hatching.

The cry of the baby scraped from the left channel to the right channel, and an ordinary but independent entity descended.

Wen Yizhou's back gradually lit up, and the lights showed the whole band and the whole stage.

nature.Behind the band is a huge projection screen. The bricks are placed on a wasteland on a river beach, and the grass grows and flies around. Pianos, electronic keyboards, guitars and bass bass are added one by one.The reeds swayed in the shallows, the wetlands were overgrown with weeds, and ants and reptiles were busy drilling around.A white cabbage butterfly landed on a brick—a small puddle of rainwater had accumulated in a shallow depression in the stone brick, and the sun evaporated the water immediately.

educate.The bricks were held up by huge human hands, and one after another similar bricks were slowly lifted into the air, then fell down, and were neatly stacked together.The walls were piled up, regular in shape, square and round.The glue is some deformed family affection, labeled love, immature and selfish friendship, and persuasion with malicious intentions.The process of building the wall is full of slogan-like enthusiasm and slogan-like enthusiasm, and the extravagance of orchestral music involuntarily promotes this process.Nature is isolated from the wall, weeds and wild flowers are no longer visible, the wall is getting higher and higher, and only the wall and the small world before the wall can be seen gradually.

Foam.Seen from a distance, the flat and tall wall does not stretch straight into the distance, but has a subtle arc.All the walls are round and round, and the places where the circles meet and intersect are rigidly joined together. The gaps between them are so narrow that even the light cannot come in directly, and the shadows of the walls overlap in the square inches.

self.The original brick has been lost in the majesty of the project, and it is so similar to the other bricks that even if you look carefully, you can't find it.It is oppressed by the walls of class and circle and is an insignificant part of it.Surrounded by the information bubble of the Internet, it builds this barrier even higher.

net.The texture of the wall tiles is also a fine net, and protection and self-protection are also a dilemma, blocking inward and outward exploration.The net has been continuously tightened, and the soul feels that it is difficult to breathe. The cabbage butterfly cannot fly through the size of the mesh, and the existence of the wall blocks the sky and the sun.

self.The walls are labeled with different labels, including IPO for financing, school district housing for age, household registration and school district housing, car brand and wealth freedom, art space and social circle.One window after another was opened on the wall, the incandescent lamps in the office were lit in the middle of the night, the colorful laser lights flickered in the middle of the night, and the background lights of the mobile phone screen were stubbornly turned off before dawn.Brick didn't know what all this had to do with him, it longed for something else, and it also enjoyed the comforting numbness and silence.

choose.Choose life, choose IKEA furniture, choose an electric toothbrush, choose a coffee shop with a high number of likes, and choose a Matisse painting.Choose a faux anniversary and choose a bouquet of oil painted peonies.Choose a seaside trip, choose a consumption carnival, choose a dispensable relationship.Choose a gym membership, choose a nutritious meal, choose a stranger on a variety show, choose life.

Lonely.This is the loneliness of each brick, but also the loneliness of the group.It's the one who doesn't belong in the urban forest, even though all the identical bricks are closely connected to each other, but each brick is facing the same direction, and they can't see each other at all.Loneliness is the screw parts in a big factory, the insignificance suffocated in a certain grand cause or high-profile vision, and the loneliness in the huge torrent of information.

anyone there?Is there anyone else beyond the walls?

crazy.A self-destructive urge, a pre-apocalyptic delusion, an indulgence that shatters everything.The willfulness of the young and the stubbornness of the old collide with each other, everything is just a grand show, a coincidence but carefully arranged performance, bricks and bricks struggle together to achieve a kind of scalp tingling, soles tingling Trembling resonance, the wall began to crack.

You'd better run away now, or join us.

carnival.This is a carnival for the body of a small group of people, and a carnival of the spirit for the majority of people.This is a desperate pursuit of the tiniest stimulus in a numb age, and a sincere pursuit of the simplest emotion amidst excess information and entertainment.Under the impact of the sound wave of this revolutionary party, the bricks loosened and turned into flying chips, the dust was overwhelming, and the walls collapsed.

Rubbish.On the ruins in the early morning of the next day, all the bricks were stacked together, fragmented, peaceful and peaceful.The sun rises beyond the walls, illuminating the living junkyard.

There were thunderous applause and whistles in the auditorium, Wen Yizhou squinted his eyes at the light, the last note was still echoing in his head and ears.He also had such a wall covered with moss, mud and algae in his heart, full of cracks but stubborn.But at this moment, he was out of breath, but relaxed - no matter how long the rainy season is, there will always be a sunny day.

He lowered his eyes and subconsciously looked for Lin Yue'an in the auditorium, who was indeed looking up at him as well.The opponent's hands were clapping, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, but for some reason, Wen Yizhou felt that his eyes looked very sad.

Wen Yizhou hadn't turned his head around, and his emotions hadn't completely left the performance, the band members had already come up to pull him to take the curtain call.

The audience was very enthusiastic. After stepping off the stage, they were called back by cheers and thanked them three times.At the third curtain call, they bowed for a long time, and when they looked up, Wen Yizhou suddenly found that the seat was empty.

He couldn't help being dazed for a moment, but Sun Yanqi tugged him and said, "It's been a while."

Wen Yizhou walked towards the sidelines, looking back frequently, but there was only a tide of joy and excitement during the banquet.He returned backstage, drenched in sweat, surrounded by the crew and the band, hugging and laughing excitedly.Then more people poured into the backstage, most of them were old acquaintances and fans of the band, some friends and some people with VIP tickets in their hands.Wen Yizhou was pestered to deliver flowers, dragged left and right, and finally came to his senses: the show was a success, they did it, and he didn't mess it up.He became happy belatedly, and the corners of his straight mouth finally raised an arc of sincerity.

Then Wen Yizhou realized one thing, among these eager voices, the person he most wanted to share his excited and complicated mood at this moment was actually Lin Yue'an.He stood on tiptoe, looked around the water-tight lounge, looked for familiar figures above people's heads, and watched the backstage door being opened again and again.But there were more and more people around, and Lin Yue'an was not inside.

The trumpet player came over and patted him on the shoulder, Wen Yizhou turned around in shock, and the other party said, "What's wrong? Let's celebrate."

Wen Yizhou swallowed, and said, "You guys go first, I'll wait."

"What are you waiting for, pack up and go together."

Wen Yizhou found an excuse, and went back to the stage to look at the auditorium from behind the curtain—the audience had basically left, the performance hall was empty, and the cleaning lady had already started to pick up the trash.

Sun Yanqi turned back and found him: "Yizhou, what are you looking for?"

Wen Yizhou looked back at him, Sun Yanqi said: "Let's go celebrate together, everyone is leaving."

Wen Yizhou was still a little dazed, he asked softly, "Everyone, are you leaving?"

"Yes," Sun Yanqi replied, "They're all gone."

The author says:

Dongshi imitates a low-profile version of "The Wall Live-Roger Waters"