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Regardless of Andy's objection, Zhang Weidong insisted on moving out of the dormitory.

He rented a single room on the second ring road. It was small in size. The door was covered by a shoe cabinet and could only be opened halfway. The inside of the room could be seen at a glance.

Zhang Weidong has no choice, the house price in Beijing is too expensive, continuing to live in the dormitory, firstly, the influence will be bad, and secondly, his self-esteem will be disturbed. He hopes that the relationship between himself and Andy can be simple and pure, without any monetary interests involved.

When moving, Zhang Weidong didn't have much luggage, and he could pack it in one box. Apart from his aunt and wheelchair, there were only two big piano boxes left.

The two piano boxes are filled with guitars, one of which is a gift brought back by Xiao Jungu from France, and the other is also related to Xiao Jungu, it was a summer job with Xiao Jungu when he was a teenager , the two saved money to buy it together.

This guitar has been with Zhang Weidong for more than ten years. Although it is cheap and the tone is not good, it has Wu Bai’s signature on it, Dragon Ball stickers, and graffiti of Big Tiger and Little Tiger. These memories are worth far more than the instrument itself.

After moving to the new residence, Zhang Weidong started to pack his things, while Andy opened the new piano case as he had nothing to do.

A piece of A4 paper floated out of the box, and Andy bent down to pick it up: "Brother Dong, what is this?"

Zhang Weidong glanced back and said in a low voice, "Song sheet."

"Song sheet? A new song you wrote?" Andy was very interested.

Zhang Weidong does not want to continue this topic. In the past, he wanted to sing and create crazily, but now, he is trying to suppress himself, ignoring the growing desire in his heart, forcing himself to face reality and forget about music.

Andy looked at the sheet music and hummed along with the notes.

Zhang Weidong tidied up the house and mopped the floor. Seeing that he was still humming, he said, "You can use it."

"Huh?" Andy looked up, staring at him blankly.

Zhang Weidong lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and said with vacant eyes: "Anyway, it's still left, take it."

Andy folded the sheet music carefully, pinched it in the palm of his hand, and bit his lips lightly: "Brother Dong, thank you."

Zhang Weidong smiled at him, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

Beijing not only has high housing prices, but also high commodity prices, so it puts pressure on Zhang Weidong's life, and he has to practice day and night.

And he has to take care of his aunt, so he has no time or energy to accompany Andy.The reality is like this, it is always filled with all kinds of trivial matters, romantic and romantic every day, which is only possible in the world of novels and movies.

In this regard, Andy has no complaints, because he has to work himself and has almost no leisure time.

They are all in the same city, but they haven't seen each other all week, but they talk on the phone every night.

Zhang Weidong is a person who doesn't talk much, usually Andy is talking and he is listening. Sometimes, Andy is too tired, so the two of them don't talk, silently looking at the same moon in the night sky, listening to each other. Breathing.

For Zhang Weidong, there was nothing bad about such a day, but there was nothing good either.

Just go by.

This morning, Zhang Weidong stayed up all night again. Seeing that his aunt was still awake, he was about to lie on the sofa to catch up on sleep, but Andy came.

Andy bought a lot of nutrition for his aunt, brought them up together, and said when he entered the door: "Brother Dong, help me."

Zhang Weidong removed the quilt from the sofa and made room for him to sit down: "What's wrong?"

But Andy stopped talking, lowered his head, and picked his fingers, looking very embarrassed.

Zhang Weidong rubbed his fluffy curly hair: "Say it, it's okay, I can help if I can."

Andy glanced at him, lowered his head again, and said softly: "I showed the sheet music you gave me last time, and I showed it to my manager, and then he asked me to write a few more songs and make it into an album and release it together. But I …But how can I write songs, so I made excuses to refuse. Later, the manager became unhappy. He said that the company was willing to sign me because the singer-songwriter had potential for development. Brother Dong, what should I do? ?”

Zhang Weidong didn't know what to do. Once he was positioned as a singer-songwriter, in order to save resources, the company would no longer collect songs for him, so usually most of the songs in the singer-songwriter albums were original, and then he sang a few classic songs to make up the number.

And even if he wanted to help Andy, he was helpless, because the creation required a lot of time and energy.

Zhang Weidong thought for a long time, and proposed a solution: "Why don't you tell the truth to your manager? Just say that this song was written by a friend?"

"No." Andy shook his head immediately: "I have already agreed to the agent, because I was forced to rush, so I agreed to him...Brother Dong, did I do something wrong? But I just joined the company and I haven't Stand firm, if you backtrack, I don't think I will have a place in the future..."

Zhang Weidong was helpless: "How can I have time to write songs for you?"

Andy's eyes lit up: "Are you willing to help me? As long as you are willing to help me!"

"But I want to..."

"I can ask someone to help you take care of my aunt." Andy interrupted him, and said eagerly: "Brother Dong, you don't have to worry about anything, leave all other things to me, I will help you change to a bigger house, and then ask Two servants, one to take care of your life and one to take care of your aunt, isn't that all right?"

Zhang Weidong was taken aback, and refused without thinking: "No."

Andy was frustrated, his head slumped, and he lowered his shoulders and sighed: "Forget it, I'd better go and confess to my manager."

Zhang Weidong was also very tangled in his heart: "Do you really want to do this?"

"Well." Andy tilted his neck and leaned his head on his shoulder: "I said I would treat you well, although I can't give you anything now, but I don't want to force you. Brother Dong, I know you are an upright person Big man, but seeing you working so hard, my heart still hurts..."

"It's not hard, it's good." Zhang Weidong raised his hand and rubbed the other person's hair again.

Andy turned around, threw herself into his arms and acted like a baby: "Brother Dong, give me a hug while you still have some time."

Zhang Weidong's body was stiff. He grabbed the edge of the sofa with one hand and tensed his muscles like a naked iron man.

Andy scratched Zhang Weidong's armpit, seeing that he still didn't respond, he was puzzled, lifted the clothes and touched inside: "Are my hands cold?"

Zhang Weidong couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed him away forcefully, and said harshly, "Don't touch me!"

Andy was pushed to the ground, startled, saw Zhang Weidong's face was ugly, and quickly explained: "Brother Dong, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I just wanted to make a joke with you, I'm sorry..."

Zhang Weidong also knew that he had overreacted, so he took two deep breaths and pulled him up: "I should be the one who said I'm sorry."

The two of them didn't speak any more, they looked at each other speechlessly, and remained silent in embarrassment.

After a while, Andy looked at his watch and kissed him on the cheek: "I have to go, don't stay up late, remember to call me."

Andy went all the way to the door, opened the door, and suddenly heard Zhang Weidong's voice.

"How many more songs do you have on your album?"

Andy looked happy, and said happily: "Four songs, four songs are enough! Thank you Dong Ge!"

Zhang Weidong forcefully forced a smile: "Maybe not too soon."

He agreed to help Andy write songs, but refused any help Andy offered.

This time it was not because of self-esteem, but because an outsider knew it and would think it was absurd reason-he loved his works deeply and thought they had souls, because every song was his belief and dream crystallization.Zhang Weidong can donate to Andy unconditionally, but he cannot exchange songs for other benefits. He is not a composer, he only writes songs because he wants to sing.

Zhang Weidong can be sloppy about everything, but he takes music as seriously as he takes life.

He's the kind of guy who, once he's into music, forgets himself and forgets everything else.Zhang Weidong only sleeps four hours a day, one-third of his time is creating, one-third of his time is taking care of his aunt, and one-third of his time is making money, but it is still not enough, because when he has less time to practice and less income not enough.

Under the heavy pressure of life, Zhang Weidong's songs are also depressive, and they are all based on sadness and darkness.

But this is a vicious circle, like when a person is physically and mentally exhausted, he forces himself to run. Running is very fun, but it is actually exhausting his mental and physical strength.

Zhang Weidong smokes two packs of cigarettes a day, and there is a tendency to increase. He often has headaches and lack of energy. The last second he obviously had to collect his clothes, but when he walked to the balcony, he forgot about it. Messy notes.

The creation went smoothly at the beginning, but later on it became more and more difficult, and there was always a feeling of being stuck at a bottleneck.

So he didn't even sleep, smoking desperately, and the last song was almost completed in a state of mental dissociation.

It has been a month since he finally finished writing all the songs.

And these songs, Zhang Weidong himself is reluctant to play and sing - because they are too dark, and the style cannot be separated from death, destruction, loneliness, grief, helplessness... Even if their tunes are pleasant.

When Andy learned that the song had been written, he said happily, "Brother Dong, you have worked hard, and I will reward you well."

Zhang Weidong's reaction was that he fell headfirst on the bed, unable to wake up from thunder, and slept for a full thirty hours.

When he woke up, Andy reheated the meals that had already been prepared, brought them over in a big bowl, and muttered: "You lazy pig, you sleep like a vegetable, I can't wake you up by scratching your feet. Are you hungry? Eat quickly. I asked Auntie Xiaohong to go for a walk in the park. Let’s go out for a walk later, Brother Dong, where do you want to go?"

Zhang Weidong was as hungry as a refugee, and he just buried himself in eating.

At this time, Andy answered a phone call, and said to Zhang Weidong: "A colleague in the company won an award, and we will be celebrating at ktv tonight. Let's go to play too, shall we?"

Zhang Weidong took time out of his busy schedule to ask, "Is that bad? I'm not from your company."

"It's okay, that colleague and I are considered friends, and all the people we invite are acquaintances."

Zhang Weidong thought for a while and nodded.He is addicted to alcohol. Due to financial reasons, he hasn't had a drink for a long time, so it's good to have a free drink.

Andy was afraid that he would regret it, so he immediately picked up the phone and replied to his colleague that two of them had passed.

At 09:30 in the evening, after arriving at the KTV, Zhang Weidong didn't know anyone, so he sat alone in the corner of the box drinking.

On the other hand, Andy had a heated fight with the others, laughing and cursing, and he could strike up a conversation with anyone he met.

Although Zhang Weidong didn't attract attention, he still felt uncomfortable all over, because most of the people attending the celebration party were entertainers, all of them were well-dressed, and this was a high-end club.Zhang Weidong was wearing a pair of jeans and a round neck T-shirt, which was a bit too casual.

When he fled Guangzhou in a hurry, the things he could take away were very limited. Those grand formal clothes, he never thought that he would use them in the future.

Zhang Weidong is not afraid of embarrassment, but he is afraid of embarrassing Andy, so try to stay away from him as much as possible.

After several glasses of Chivas Regal, Zhang Weidong was taken aback when he heard the familiar melody.

Someone raised the microphone and shouted: "Andy, your song."

It turned out that the music that just played was just the prelude to the song. Zhang Weidong didn't even know when the MV was filmed for this song.

Andy glanced at Zhang Weidong from a distance, but didn't pick up the microphone, saying that his throat was uncomfortable.

He picked up the remote control and wanted to cut the song, but others were not happy, so they stopped him and insisted on letting him sing for everyone.

Andy looked embarrassed, at this moment, Zhang Weidong stood up and said: "Andy has a cold, let's play the original song, it's the same."

Andy quickly fake coughed a few times, and pointed to his own throat: "You scoundrels, do you want me to cough up your throat?"

I don't know why, but he just has a guilty conscience and dare not sing this song in front of Zhang Weidong.

Seeing that he had said that, the person at the nearest karaoke station tapped the original song on the screen.

Zhang Weidong sat back to his original position, leaned forward slightly, put his elbows on his knees, and watched the screen seriously.

After all, it's a song I wrote myself. Although it's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to sing it, it's good to have the opportunity to listen to others sing it.And the person who sang was Andy. To a certain extent, they have established a relationship with each other, and they can be regarded as lovers.

But Zhang Weidong only listened halfway, and left the private room in silence.

He can't stand it!

This song has been tampered with, and it’s a big change. It’s changed to a style similar to popular songs. Some of the beats that are difficult to control are cut off. In order to fill this gap, two of the repeated lines are sung as the chorus. .The problem is that this song originally didn't have a chorus, not even a repeating melody.

When Zhang Weidong gave the song to Andy, he had already said that it was not a pop song, but he did not expect that it would be changed beyond recognition.

Andy chased him out, chasing all the way, and kept calling: "Brother Dong, Brother Dong, where are you going?"

Zhang Weidong didn't look back, and strode forward.

He felt very uncomfortable, unspeakably uncomfortable.