Roaming in the world of film and television

Nine o'clock that night.

The stars are dotted, and the autumn wind is bleak.

The fence on the roof of the car repair shop is covered with colorful LED light strings. The five-story building opposite has been transformed into a chess and card room. Mahjong tile-shaped advertising boxes are fixed on the outer wall. The traditional Chinese character "fa" in the middle is not only large, but also very green. .

Hu Liang, Lao Yang, Xixi, Ding Jianguo, and Sun Tong sat on the ponytail and surrounded the round table, listening to the singing from the speaker of the mobile phone.

There is a rectangular iron box on the round table, inside is a glowing red charcoal fire, and the meat skewers on the rack are roasting with heat, making creaking noises from time to time.

"Hu Liang, I think this song should be sung by Lin Yuelai. The climax part means that you are a bit weak in follow-up." Yang Shuangshu seriously discussed the problems that occurred during the practice just now.

The little beauty Xixi held the grilled ham sausage in one hand and the grilled horse step fish in the other, and nodded vigorously, because the cumin powder stuck to the corner of her mouth fell off a little because of her movements.

"I told him when we went to the bathroom together just now, but he disagreed, and he insisted on letting me sing, so what can I do?" Hu Liang complained for himself. From evening practice to nightfall, he did not enter the state In the words of Manager Lin, there is a loss of the confused energy of a literary youth.

Speaking of Lin Yue, Ding Jianguo suddenly found that there was only a one-eyed black cat left on the saddle behind him. The person who single-handedly revived the broken sewing machine band was gone.

She got up silently, took a bottle of Harbin beer, walked around the sheets and quilts on the clothes rack, walked to the edge of the roof, leaned on the fence and said: "I was not good a few days ago, I blamed you, and I did it for that time." Apologies for what you said. Also, thank you for everything you did for us."

Lin Yue looked at the bright lights extending to Jiangkou: "It's okay, I just did what I thought was right."

"You think the right thing is to lose millions of commissions for a performance?"

"I think dreams are priceless, what do you think? Whether it's long or short in a lifetime, there must always be a few moments of being desperate for dreams, right? I just don't want to be a coward forever."

"Lonely people don't grieve... No wonder you wrote this song."

"If you have ever tried to float in a city without family and warmth, you might be able to write such a song." Lin Yue held a beer bottle and touched her lightly, then took a big gulp: "The beginning of this year When leading a band, I was studying hip-hop and fell in love with a song.”

"What song is it?"

Lin Yue took another sip of wine, watched the smoke rising from the barbecue truck downstairs, and hummed softly.

After a few breaths, Ding Jianguo sang a few lines to the beat.

"I'm flying to the north. Is my family safe? The heavy bags on my shoulders are full of melancholy... The air is too dirty and turbid. He said he doesn't like it. The car is too chaotic and too hurried. He is not used to it. There are pairs of pairs on the sidewalk. Squinting indifferent eyes, he often gets himself drunk and forces himself to blend into this big dye vat..."

Lin Yue turned around: "Do you know this song?"

Ding Jianguo nodded slightly: "Then why did you come here from BJ? As a music manager, you feel sad and worthless about the disbandment of the sewing machine band?"

Lin Yue put down the wine bottle, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He squinted his eyes at the south and said, "A small town with a population of only 200,000 can produce a band that works hard to protect its dreams, but the one in the south is populated by thousands of people. What about a metropolis with 10,000 people? It seems that the only thing we are willing to protect is money. I am a music manager, and I have come into contact with many people who make music, bar resident bands, street singers, music artists...the purpose of their efforts is either It is for fame and fortune, either for the appreciation of others, or for interest, but no one sings for protection. I sincerely hope that there will be more people like Hu Liang in the world, who have no money, no power, no fame, no The important thing is that he can convey a correct outlook on life to everyone."

"So, we guard the big guitar, and you guard the sewing machine?"

Ding Jianguo gulped a few gulps of beer into his mouth: "I think of someone."

"Who? Cheng Gong?"

She was silent for a long time before she said: "I was very sad at first, but then I figured it out. Big guitars always have to be dismantled, even if they don't dismantle this year, they will be dismantled next year. The company came to dismantle it. Today, many people have forgotten the significance of the big guitar to Ji'an. It was the appearance of Hu Liang and the sewing machine band that made some people realize that rock and roll used to be the blood of this border town, and now this land What flows is money. But fortunately, one person left and another came, and our band also got together and broke up, and we got together again.”

Lin Yue said: "This is called good things take a long time."

Ding Jianguo raised the wine bottle: "Well, good things will take a long time."

Lin Yue touched her: "Regard that good things take time."

After speaking, he raised his head violently and gulped down the beer in the bottle.

"Brother Yue, Brother Yue..." At this moment, Hu Liang's voice came from behind.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yue put down the wine bottle, took a few steps forward, and lifted the quilt to look across.

Hu Liang shook his mobile phone on the table: "There is your phone."

Lin Yue walked over quickly, looked at the screen, saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and pressed the answer button after a little hesitation.

"Hi, hello, who are you looking for?"

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"Yes, I am."

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"interested in."

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"OK, no problem."

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"Thank you, thank you very much."

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"OK, bye."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, called up the system menu again, and pulled down the menu to the task list.

Main task (first stage): Reorganize the sewing machine band (already completed).

Main task (second stage): Fame in China (in progress).

Before Ding Jianguo returned to the team, when the system reminded him that the main task (the first stage) had been successfully completed, he was really taken aback. You must know that there are five members of the sewing machine band, namely Yang Shuangshu, Hu Liang, Ding Jianguo, Dynamite and Xixi. When Ding Jianguo returned to the team, the five became four, and to be honest, he was one less.

He is very serious, and has been worrying about how to get back the explosives, but the system is good, so he just let him pass. Seems like positioning him as a replacement for dynamite.

Dynamite Drummer, he's also a drummer now.

Sun Tong...

Uh, does it have something to do with her?

All in all, all in all, the main task of the first stage is thus completed.

What to do now is the main task of the second stage, leading the sewing machine band to become famous in China.

Old and old, small and small, big tongue and big tongue, to be honest, the main task of the second stage is no easier than the main task of the first stage.

However, I was lucky, new tasks were only issued in the evening, and someone moved the ladder in the evening.

He walked back to his seat and sat down.

Hu Liang handed over a skewer of roast mutton, and Lin Yue waved his hand to signal that he would not eat it.

"Brother Yue, who called just now?"

Lin Yue made a fool of himself and didn't answer the question: "Now that Jianguo has returned to the team, it's time to continue to advance my promise to you. Ji'an's big guitar is gone, but the sewing machine band is still there."

Yang Shuangshu took out a handkerchief and wiped the grease from his mouth: "Well said."

He stood up and stretched out his right hand. Hu Liang stood up and put his right hand on Yang Shuangshu's hand with age spots, then Ding Jianguo, and behind him was a small hand with well-manicured nails.

Lin Yue glanced at them and folded his hands.

The last is Sun Tong, she took off the ring used for decoration, her fingers are thin, long and white, very beautiful.

"Wait." Hu Liang stopped suddenly: "Shouldn't we shout a louder slogan at this time?"

Twenty-seven and still suffering from the second disease?

Lin Yue gave him a hard look: "Why are you so busy."

"Brother Yue, among these people, you are the one who is highly educated. You know astronomy first, geography second, and you know how to build an atomic bomb among them. Let me just say one."

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"I really can't do anything about you, dreams will never die, rock and roll will never die, how about it?"

"Okay, let's keep dreaming and rock and roll! Come on, one, two, three..."

Letting go of his hand, Lin Yue was touched by the scene and thought of a problem that he had left behind a few days ago.

"Jianguo, I asked them to contact you when I first came to Ji'an, but you neither responded to WeChat nor answered the phone. How did Hu Liang persuade you to meet me?"

After asking this sentence, he found that the expressions of the people around him changed, including Sun Tong, they all looked at him with very confused eyes.

Hey, look at this posture, it seems that only I am kept in the dark.

Hu Liang stopped Ding Jianguo, Yang Shuangshu and Sun Tong from answering questions with winks, but ignored the little beauty Xixi because of her height.