She took a look, and a smile slowly appeared on her cold face. She put down her phone with a smile, put on her seat belt, started the car, and drove out of the community.
Jiang Yang also put down his cell phone.
He continued to write screenplays.
The third brother called the waiter, ordered a glass of lemonade, and placed it in front of Jiang Yang.
He sat next to him and looked at the dense notebook, "What script did you write?"
"A road movie about a divorced man walking away accompanied by his friends."
Jiang Yang said
"movie script?"
After the third brother got the affirmative answer, he didn't bother Jiang Yang anymore and sat back down. One after another, Hong Shan and Zhuang Qi came, and Wen Nier also followed. Tonight is the band's first performance.
They need to see it.
Jiang Yang stopped watching.
Li Qingning called him. The car couldn't drive in here, so Li Qingning was waiting for him outside.
Jiang Yang packed up his things, put away the written script, and returned the notebook and pen to his boss. The boss was watching a movie and reached out to take it. Jiang Yang glanced at it. He was watching "Waiting Alone" and he was quite fascinated.
.
"I go first."
Jiang Yang greeted Hong Shan and others who were chatting.
Zhuang Qi: "Aren't you going to stay here to watch the show?"
Jiang Yang: "I made an appointment with my wife to have dinner."
Jiang Yang waved to them and walked out the door.
Hong Shan told him: "Slow down."
"knew!"
Jiang Yang's figure disappeared into the crowd of people outside.
Wen Nier suddenly remembered: "Jiang Yang didn't drink?"
Third brother: "No."
Wen Nier sat down calmly, and just as she was about to speak, the boss who had been looking at his cell phone next to him put down his cell phone.
Wenner asked him: "How is this movie?"
"fine."
The boss touched his pocket and asked Hong Shan: "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Hong Shan was about to say yes, but thinking of his wife by his side, he said, "No, no."
The boss looked at the third brother, who took out the cigarette case and handed him one, "Can I smoke if I have a bad heart?"
Boss: "My heart is not good, but my lungs are not bad."
After that, he picked up the cigarette case and went out.
The third brother just took out the lighter and said, "You don't want to light it?"
The boss turned his back and waved, "I have."
The third brother held up the lighter and couldn't put it down, "Good guy, there is fire but no smoke."
Wen Nier asked Hong Shan: "Gangzi doesn't look right."
The boss's name is Gangzi.
When Hongshan used to play with Shitou, he also played with Gangzi for a while.
Hong Shan didn't notice: "Really?"
He turned his head and looked outside. There were quite a few tourists outside, including many couples. He passed through the crowd of couples and saw Gangzi walking to the opposite side, under a tree on the water side, standing by the white railing, smoking, with a shabby figure.
The boss watched "Waiting Alone" and felt very emotional. It's not that someone slipped away from him and he regrets it now. It's that he was the one who ran away and the girl he liked never noticed him from the beginning to the end.
like her.
The girl likes his buddy.
His buddy does have a brush, plays a good guitar, and has long flowing hair, which makes him particularly attractive.
The three of them grew up together.
The girl and her buddy, one beautiful and the other talented, are like the protagonists in an idol drama. And he seems to be a supporting role born to be the protagonist. The buddy and the girl come from well-off families, and they have been roaming the alleys with bars since they were young, fighting and watching movies.
, buying beat ’em ups, or even chasing stars and playing guitar for the first time, it was his buddies and girls who took him along.…
They are colorful, and Gangzi is like a colorless person, staying silently by his side, soaked in some of their refracted light, and seems to appear much more dazzling.
But he really likes girls.
On the night when the girl and her buddy slept together, Gangzi didn't sleep all night, and his body was bent together like a shrimp.
Later, Gangzi tried hard to make himself more colorful, so he fell in love with being controversial and pursued being unique. He liked heavy metal rock and niche music, just to give himself a little more color, even if it could make the other party look at him.
There's a little more light inside.
Gangzi took a puff of the cigarette, but the smoke had reached the end.
He smoked half of it, and Feng smoked half of it.
Later.
The girl broke up with her buddy.
Gangzi felt sorry for them and was very happy. But soon, the girl left the city with a backpack and a guitar, and the brother also left the alley and slowly became a singer.
but--
My luck is quite bad, I debuted two years ago, I just became famous, and then I debuted as a king.
Then, the Big Devil took away the King's first Newcomer Award.
Since then, the entire music world has entered the era of two kings running wild.
At that time, it was not the staff around the Double Kings who suffered, nor the fans who cheered for them.
The hard thing is that if other singers don’t want to fall behind, they must learn and work hard to improve themselves, even if they imitate. Otherwise, the trend will become popular, the audience’s taste will improve, and the singer will still sing the songs of the previous style. Who will buy it.
His friend dropped out of the band at that time and is now a music studio owner.
The two friends each ran off into the distance, leaving Bangzi still where he was, like a chicken watching the pigeons admiring their freedom.
but--
Last year, Gangzi got the news by chance that she was back.
She works as a resident singer on this street.
Gangzi hurried over to take a look, and it was indeed her, with her long hair still flowing.
She was dragging a particularly large suitcase, which was no longer a backpack. Gangzi stood there and looked at her, sighing for no reason, no one likes heavy luggage. But the luggage became heavier unknowingly.
This is life.
Gangzi lit another cigarette and walked slowly towards the bar where the girl was singing.
For some reason, Gangzi suddenly thought of Jiang Yang.
He felt that Jiang Yang looked very similar to him.
Of course, this is to put money on his own face. He is a senior licker and bully, and if he speaks out, he will be despised by others.
There is a big devil in Jiangyang.
They are not the same people at all.
Gangzi just felt that their personalities were somewhat similar.
In the afternoon, when they were talking about Big Devil's music, the way Jiang Yang listened silently was particularly similar to the way he used to go out with his buddies and girls.
Listening nearby, some are introverted and unconfident, and some -
That is, when many people sit together, many people have colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, but people like them seem to have no color, sitting there silently, no one cares, no one leads the conversation to you
Here, I ask for your opinion.
Then--
Gangzi felt that he was putting gold on his face again.
Jiang Yang is different from him.
Sitting there today, Shitou, the focus of the crowd, naturally led the conversation to Jiang Yang.
The third brother will pour Jiang Yang a glass of lemonade.
Hong Shan would tell Jiang Yang to slow down.
Wen Nier would ask Jiang Yang concernedly if he had drank alcohol, fearing that he might accidentally fall into the water.
why?
Gangzi blew out a smoke ring. He really felt that he was the same kind of colorless person like Jiang Yang.
He stopped.
Sitting on a chair by the roadside by the water, he looked through the crowd and through the glass, and saw the girl he had longed for, holding a microphone in her hand, wearing a plaid shirt, sitting lazily on a bar stool, singing a song
A ballad.
Maybe because of the big devil.
Gangzi suddenly understood.
He and Jiang Yang were originally the same kind of people, but because of the Great Demon King, Jiang Yang's colorless person shined incomparably magnificently.
Just like a dream Gangzi had when he was a child, he wanted to marry the girl who was singing in the bar. Then everyone would be envious, jealous, and their eyes would fall on him, as if that was the embodiment of his life value.