Her name was Xiao Meng, the only girl in the band. Zou Cegang claimed to be a girl from the northeast, a petite girl.
Hong Guan felt that she was very rebellious, but Cheng Yiran liked her uniqueness … It could be said that from the beginning, he was attracted by the wildness of this petite girl.
But in fact, regardless of whether she was rebellious or unique, everyone should be grateful to be able to meet each other in the vast sea of people.
This girl came to the capital even earlier than Hong Guan and Cheng Yiran — their meeting began on the streets.
That year, it snowed. Cheng Yiran and Hong Guan were performing on the street behind a university. The two of them shouted, but they didn't earn much applause, let alone much money … because the passers-by had too many choices, and they were surrounded by people like them.
Because there were too many people like them in this place.
There were really a lot, a lot, a lot.
Before it snowed, in the rented small rental house, Hong Guan was gnawing on bread, and Cheng Yiran was eating braised beef instant noodles that almost numbed his taste buds. The two of them were still warming themselves by the charcoal fire.
Hong Guan suddenly said that they had no money, and only had 83 yuan left.
Cheng Yiran said, "Let's go to the street and have a look."
It was that kind of day, on a snowy day, that they met this petite girl.
Her hair was dyed purple, and it was almost as short as a board cut.
Cheng Yiran remembered the thin earring on the girl's left ear, and there was nothing on the other side. He felt that she might have been born as a weirdo.
And the facts seemed to prove this point.
"I like your music."
That was the first sentence that Xiao Meng said to them.
"Do you want to join my band? I will provide food and accommodation, and you will take care of yourself."
And this was the second sentence that Xiao Meng said to the two of them.
…
Including herself, there were only three people in Xiao Meng's band. Including Cheng Yiran and Hong Guan, it suddenly became five people.
Cheng Yiran later found out that the other two members of the band were also 'picked up' by Xiao Meng on the street … This girl had more vitality than men.
Later, Cheng Yiran found out that Xiaomeng was not a girl born and raised in the northeast.
She was born in Beijing, and her father was an authentic northeastern man. Like Cheng Yiran and Hong Guan, he was one of the first generation of rock musicians who came to Beijing to make a living when he was young.
Xiao Meng was very proud when she talked about her father, but she smiled and said that it was a pity that he died early and left her, a scourge.
She asked everyone, including Cheng Yiran. Weren't they afraid of being harmed by her if they followed her without thinking?
The masters of the band pondered for a long time, and then they all said with a smile, "Why don't we line up and harm her one by one? Otherwise, I'm afraid that she won't be able to handle it all at once."
Xiao Meng picked up the guitar and hit them one by one. Later, she scratched the guitar, and there was a small scratch, which made her feel distressed for a long time.
It was Cheng Yiran who came up with an idea later. She carved the word 'Tian' on this scratch, and then carved 'Hai', 'Kuang', 'Kong', and 'Fei' on the instruments of the other members.
Well, because 'Fei' was unnecessary, Xiao Meng smiled through tears.
…
Every day, they had an unprecedented drive and vision, talking about all the possibilities from day to afternoon to night. When they turned around, it was already late at night, just to argue about the adaptation of a song.
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One day, Hong Guan took out a box.
Xiao Meng asked curiously, "What is this?"
Hong Guan said with a smile, "I bought it from an old man at a roadside stall. There are exactly five of them."
It looked like a brand made of copper or iron, tied with a black rope, and simply turned into a necklace … Cheng Yiran didn't like it. She said that it was like a dog tag. The other two wondered whether it was better to wear it on their hands or hands, because it did look like a dog tag.
Only Xiaomeng drove everyone out of the yard and sat down in a row. They were like customers sitting in front of Old Hu Tong's barber shop.
Xiao Meng put on the things that were later named 'dog tag' on them one by one.
Xiao Meng finally put it on herself. She turned around in front of them, like a fairy who specialized in doing bad things in fairy tales. She put her hands on her waist and said, "Let's think of the name of the band in the future. It's called … Dog Tag!"
"F * ck!"
"F * ck you!!"
"Get out of here!!"
"Hahahahaha!!" Xiao Meng covered her stomach and squatted on the ground. After a long time, she wiped her eyes that were about to squeeze out tears from laughing and stood up again.
They had never seen Xiao Meng at this moment … It was like a fairy who had done bad things suddenly turned into a beautiful elf.
In the afternoon in the yard, she whispered, "Then let's call it 'Again'."
Again。
So they officially had the name of their own band.
…
After the beginning of spring, the name was written on a small blackboard in front of a bar in the old alley of Beijing.
"Again — 50 yuan!!!!"
"Why are there so many exclamation marks?"
Xiao Meng then added a few more exclamation marks at the back. Then, she counted the number of exclamation marks with satisfaction as she said with a matter-of-fact smile, "Just to cheat the word count! To take up space! "
In the end, only five tickets were sold, but everyone almost shouted themselves hoarse.
…
…
Xiao Meng was gone. Suddenly, she was gone. Very suddenly, she was gone … Very suddenly, everyone felt like it was a dream.
Because of a car accident, the driver was not found at the scene, but the car was still there.
However, one week after the car accident, an old man turned himself in … As for the car owner, the young car owner drove a new sports car again.
One month later, Cheng Yiran, Hong Guan and another band member were arrested for endangering other people's lives.
Again was established for nearly a year.
The exact time was 11 months and 7 days, and then it was disbanded.
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"Again."
Cheng Yiran seemed to be telling a story, a story that made everyone sad.
What were the lyrics? No one cared, or it could be said that because they were almost immersed in the rhythm, they forgot everything in the outside world.
How could he do this?
To be able to make almost all the people on the scene cry … Even those famous singers in the waiting room who were waiting for the next performance also stared at the live broadcast screen in a daze?
There were no extra shots. It was as if the cameraman had disappeared. The lenses of several different cameras were all locked onto the man who was playing and singing on the stage. They never moved for a moment, nor did they insert any frame of footage of the live audience.
"It's too abnormal …"
Lizi frowned, looking at Ren Ziling beside her. She found that she was crying silently without knowing it, as if she was bewitched. Almost all the audience, including the professional commentators, were bewitched.
As a monster, she had an innate intuition … Her intuition told her that there was something strange about the man on the stage.
She could also feel that something was stirring her heart … But even so, she was far from being addicted like ordinary people.
So Lizi tore open a bag of beef jerky silently, as an onlooker … This kind of stirring was harmless to people — at least, she didn't feel any harm for the time being.
…
"He really did it."
Zhong Luochen looked at everyone's reaction, at the fixed live broadcast screen, at Cheng Yun and Zhang Qingrui.
Looking at everyone's absent-mindedness — So far, he was sure that the man on the stage had an incredible 'magic', an abnormal 'magic'.
But he didn't panic or fear, because this kind of 'magic' had no effect on him, who had almost no emotions and six desires.
A bold idea began to slowly emerge in Zhong Luochen's mind.
Probably.
Could he find a large number of these people with strange abilities?
Could he gather them together?
That place had always existed, and had always been trading … There was a dark side of the world that ordinary people couldn't understand.
Maybe it was feasible … For example, he met Cheng Yiran, an excellent person overnight.
Then, of those outstanding people in the world, how many of them were actually … not born that way?
"If I can change an era …"
Zhong Luochen's eyes flashed with unknown brilliance, muttering to himself, "Would it be a great achievement?"
Ou Yangming realized that his heart was already beating wildly when he thought about it. An illusory and unreal sense of satisfaction made him feel the excitement that had not appeared in his spiritual world for a long time!
Like … the climax.
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