Roaming in the world of film and television

Lin Yue took out a promotional poster that was faded by the wind and rain. On it was a hand-painted figure with a big head, a big belly and a big tongue, shouting "September 30th, see you at Rock Park".

"Isn't there a big guitar concert on September 30th? Why didn't it happen as scheduled? Do you know how many people's hearts were broken?"

Hu Liang paused, shook his head, sighed, and continued to walk upstairs.

Lin Yue patted the black cat on the shoulder, followed him up the stairs and into the living room.

It's messy and dirty.

Tank tops, sneakers, socks, towels are thrown everywhere, and there is not even a place to put a buttock on the sofa. The cups in the tea tray on the table have not been brushed for many days, and they are covered with a layer of dust. Under the table is a vacuum bag containing chicken feet with pickled peppers and marinated eggs, and there are peanut skins beside it. cleaned up.

Hu Liang opened the refrigerator and found that there were only two cans of Snow Beer left. He took out one and handed it over: "This is the only one at home."

Lin Yue glanced at the soda cans piled up behind the door, said thank you, took it in his hand, broke off the ring, and took a sip from his mouth.

There is an iron cage hanging on the north wall. A block of cement is placed in the cage. Below is an incense burner offering tributes. There is a tablet in the middle with the words "Rock and Roll is Dead".

"You have seen it too." Hu Liang said, "The purpose of my band to perform is to protect the soul of our Ji'an, the symbol of rock and roll, that is, the big guitar sculpture. Now it is destroyed, and this is the only piece left. I Moving it home, thinking about paying homage to it during festivals and offering a few sticks of incense to it, is worthy of my lost ideal.”

"Oh, that's right." Lin Yue pretended to be stunned, and his heart moved when he was young.

"You must be very sad."

"What can I do if I'm sad? The big guitar won't come back."

"As soon as the big guitar is dismantled, your concert will not be held? Is this worthy of the eagerly awaited audience and fans all over the world who help you promote?"

"What fans?"

Lin Yue turned on his mobile phone and looked through a live broadcast software that people in Northeast China like to play. He found videos of their concerts at construction sites, kindergartens, and nursing homes. Compared with singers and bands, the number of likes is tens of thousands. After all, when it comes to ideals, no one will be stingy with attention.

"Oh, so we are so popular." Hu Liang grabbed his mobile phone and played it back and forth many times. Since the big guitar was dismantled and the band disbanded, he didn't pay attention to the number of online views of the video. He didn't expect it to be almost a month Over time, videos of their concerts at construction sites, kindergartens, nursing homes and other places have accumulated tens of thousands of likes and thousands of comments.

"Don't just look at the likes, there are also a lot of dislikes."

Sure enough, as Lin Yue said, tens of thousands of likes and tens of thousands of dislikes.

"Among the thousands of messages, one third scolded you for breaking your word. Although many people can't get to Ji'an and attend the concert on September 30th, everyone is waiting to watch your video. , but you failed everyone’s expectations, without a concert or explanation, you just disappeared without a sound.”

Hu Liang slowly put the phone on the table: "So, you came here?"

Just as Lin Yue expected, Hu Liang was in a complicated state of depression, guilt, and joy. As long as he could stir up his emotions, the matter would be half successful.

"Yes, I came with the idea of ​​reorganizing the sewing machine band and responding to everyone's expectations, although it is a bit late."

"Brother Yue, thank you." Hu Liang changed his address.

"But...but I don't want to sing anymore. It's not that I can't sing, but I don't know why. The big guitar is gone, and my persistence for so many years has also disappeared with it. Now I just want to repair the car."

Lin Yue got up from the chair, patted the table, and took two steps around the room.

"The big guitars in the city are gone. As long as the big guitars in your heart are not lost, the souls of Ji'an musicians will not be lost. Have you ever thought that the big guitars in the city are for the people of Ji'an, and a successful The band is for the whole province, the whole country, and even the whole world. As long as you can win the approval of the audience, the big guitar will come back, because the band itself is the big guitar dedicated to the times in Ji'an. The ideal extension of the broken guitar band When it comes to the big guitar, the big guitar has given many Ji'an people a rock and roll dream, now that the big guitar is gone, do you want to pass on this rock and roll heart as the inheritor of the dream?"

Hu Liang stared at him blankly, and it would be a lie to say that he was not touched, and it would be a lie to say that he was not moved, after all, there is no rock person who does not want others to hear his singing.

Lin Yue picked up the guitar next to the TV cabinet, pulled the chair and sat down, tightened the knob, hugged it in front of him, and plucked the strings lightly with his fingers.

"I can't remember where I came from."

"Forget why, but exist..."

"I don't want to turn into dust just yet."

"Because my hometown is called the future."

"Nothing will change for me."

"Put yourself in a flying posture..."

The more Hu Liang listened, the more complicated his expression became, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was afraid of disturbing his singing.

"Take me to fly..."

"Too lonely."

"Take me to fly..."

"Painful."

"Take me to fly..."

"Be happy."

"Fly me over."

"your heart……"

Lin Yue plucked the strings slowly and put the guitar on the table. Xia Hou walked over to rub his hand and meowed twice.

Hu Liang said excitedly, "How can you sing this song?"

"How can I sing?" Lin Yue went to the cabinet where the records were placed, and pulled out a crumpled white paper with not-so-beautiful staves and lyrics.

"And you said you just want to fix the car now?"

This song became the last straw that overwhelmed Hu Liang's hesitation and confusion.

As Lin Yue said, if he only wanted to fix the car, why did he finish writing the song "Plastic Bag"? Yes, he was sad that the big guitar was gone, but the desire to sing, or the urge, wasn't completely gone.

"I...I want to sing."

Lin Yue said, "Speak louder, I didn't hear clearly."

Hu Liang said loudly: "I said I want to sing, I want to reorganize the sewing machine band."

"now it's right."

What Lin Yuexin wanted was your words. Thinking that I have been a military commander and a master, I still fool you, a hot-blooded young man?

Hu Liang took a deep breath and patted his hot head: "Brother Yue, where do you think we should start?"

Lin Yue stroked the hair on Xiahou's neck and said, "What we need to do now is to reunite the disbanded team first, and we'll talk about the rest when the time comes."

"Yes, we have to find Jianguo, Dynamite, Xixi, and Teacher Yang first, and form a band. I'm definitely not the commander."

Lin Yue stared.

Hu Liang laughed and said, "Two, you are not the bare-bones commander, but the second general Huo Ha."

"Who's talking to you, Second General." Lin Yue handed out the beer in his hand: "You have to listen to me."

"Yes, yes, yes, you are the manager, how the band develops is up to you." Hu Liang picked up the beer on the table and touched him, smiling like a fool.

"By the way, Brother Yue, since you are a senior manager from BJ, have you ever brought that kind of..." Hu Liang gestured: "A super awesome musician?"

"No." Lin Yue denied it.

"I don't believe it. You play the guitar so well. You can learn the music score at a glance. You must have learned from a master."

Lin Yue didn't bother to pay attention to him, got up and walked outside. He had been studying music with people from the guitar club during the years when he was in college in the world of "To Our Dying Youth". The world of "Ip Man" has lived to be 90 years old. Even if it is just a hobby, he has reached professional standards after playing for many years. What's more, his learning ability, physical coordination ability and flexibility are far higher than ordinary people.

"Brother Yue, what are you doing?"

"Go back to the hotel and sleep."

"So early?"

"Try driving for six or seven hours and see if you are tired?"

"Why don't you move here and let's sleep together, and you can save money." Hu Liang patted the end of the double bed.

Lin Yue shook his head, very resolutely, this f*ck just said seriously that he lost his way, then turned his head and made a fuss, it really was enough for Qiao Shan.

...

The next day, Lin Yue was woken up by the ringing of his mobile phone before he had slept for four hours.

"Brother Yue, where are you now? Didn't you have breakfast, I bought you auspicious wontons, stuffed with shepherd's purse and pork."

He glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's not yet 7 o'clock, why don't you be so active."

"I'm not too excited, I can't sleep."

"You can't sleep, I can sleep."

Lin Yuete was speechless. He felt Cheng Gong's helplessness. Last night, he searched the information on the Internet and stayed up until three or four o'clock before going to bed. He thought it was just right to wake up around eight o'clock in the morning. Who knew that this guy would come to make trouble before seven o'clock. .

"This ancient man said that the best plan for a day lies in the morning..."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm at the Hanting Hotel on Yunshui Road."

"Okay, wait for me, at most 5 minutes, be sure to arrive."

Twenty minutes later, Lin Yue finished eating the large stuffed wontons brought by Hu Liang, and took a sip of water from the cup next to him.

Hu Liang laughed and leaned over, and sat next to him: "Brother Yue, after you left yesterday, I sent a message to Lao Yang, Jianguo, and Dynamite, telling them about reorganizing the band."

Lin Yue raised his eyebrows: "What did they say?"