The father and son arrived at the steps of the railway culvert one after the other.
Gu Chen knelt down and patted the long-haired man directly, but the man just frowned, turned his body to the other side, and continued to sleep soundly.
Gu Chen tried to continue slapping, but the man still had no response.
Gu Baichuan smiled lightly and said, "I guess he's too drunk and won't be able to wake up for a while."
"But looking at him holding a guitar, he must be a wandering singer, right?"
"He is the one who sings." Gu Chen nodded silently, echoing his father's words and said, "I heard him singing last night, but then he left midway and disappeared."
"I just didn't expect that I would meet him here."
After thinking about it, Gu Chen suddenly discovered that although the long-haired man was drunk and sleeping soundly, his hands were tightly hugging his guitar.
Perhaps the guitar is the soul support of a singer, so Gu Chen grabbed the guitar with both hands and tried to snatch it from the long-haired man.
But by coincidence, the man seemed to have been touched. Subconsciously, he realized that his guitar had been taken away. He instinctively pulled the guitar back, then slowly narrowed his eyes and asked with a breath of alcohol:
"You...who are you? What...why are you taking my guitar?"
"You finally woke up?" Seeing that the method worked, Gu Chen also came to his side and reminded: "It's dawn, it's time to get up, why are you sleeping here?"
"I...why did I sleep here?" The man was reminded by Gu Chen, and he also raised his head and looked around.
Only then did he realize that he was sitting under a railway culvert.
People coming and going around me seemed to be in a hurry.
Various electric vehicles are also flowing in front of me.
The long-haired man rubbed his eyes and looked to the left and right with a confused look on his face. Then he held his forehead, as if it was alcohol.
"Where do you live? Do you want me to take you back?" Gu Chen asked.
The man waved his hands, held onto the corner of the wall, and tried to stand up.
But just after taking two steps, his center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
Gu Chen held him up and reminded him: "I think you drank a lot last night? How can you go home in this state?"
"It's okay, my home is not far from here." The long-haired man rubbed his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up from his drunken state.
Gu Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned to look at Gu Baichuan and said, "Dad, why don't you go to the market to buy vegetables first? I'll take him back."
"That's okay." Gu Baichuan knew that this long-haired man was quite staggering when he walked. Without Gu Chen to see him off, it would probably be difficult for him to get home.
Without saying anything, he just put his hands behind his back and continued walking towards the market.
Gu Chen put the long-haired man's right hand on his shoulder and reminded him, "Where is your home? I'll take you there."
"Go...go straight here, and then at that intersection, go...left."
"I'm familiar with this area, you just need to tell me where it is." Gu Chen saw that the long-haired man was incoherent and couldn't explain clearly, so he directly asked him about his destination.
The long-haired man hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and said: "There are two big trees in front of my house, one is a banyan tree, and the other..."
"Another one?" Gu Chen asked.
"The other...another tree is also a banyan tree." The man said.
Gu Chen thought about it for a moment and nodded silently: "I know where it is. Your family lives over there on Osmanthus Alley."
"Yes, it's Osmanthus Alley. There are many osmanthus trees planted there, but there are only two big banyan trees in front of my house."
"That's right." Seeing that the long-haired man had determined his location, Gu Chen held him up and started walking towards Osmanthus Alley.
Osmanthus Alley is not too far from Happy Garden and belongs to an old community.
Because the surrounding houses are old and some have cultural relic value, and the alley is surrounded by osmanthus trees, it is named Osmanthus Alley.
The population living in this area is relatively mixed. Because the rent is cheap, many migrant workers from all over the country choose to settle here.
Gu Chen supported the long-haired man and slowly walked him towards Osmanthus Alley.
Until I saw the two big banyan trees.
Gu Chen turned to look at the man and explained: "When I was a child, I often came to Osmanthus Alley and played under these two big banyan trees. At that time, these two big trees were not as tall as they are now, but they were about the same size.
"
"Are you from here?" After hearing what Gu Chen said, the long-haired man also asked curiously.
Gu Chen nodded silently: "Yes, I am a local and live nearby. We met yesterday."
"Have you... met?" After hearing Gu Chen's words, the long-haired man's eyes were blank, and he was also curious, and asked Gu Chen:
"Did we meet yesterday? Where?"
"Music bar." Gu Chen said.
The man squinted his eyes and thought back, then said: "Oh, so that's where it was, so you should have heard me singing?"
"Well, I only listened to two songs, and then you stopped performing and left the scene directly." Gu Chen said.
The long-haired man was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter and said: "Haha, I made you laugh. Actually, I don't like singing in that kind of place and staying with a bunch of people who have no musical talent."
"At that time, I just felt that the bar environment was too hypocritical, and I felt that many people there were too fake."
After a pause, the long-haired man continued: "I need you to sing tonight, so you have to sing for me. No need, you are nothing today, that's all."
"Coupled with the customers who don't respect the singers at all, the life in the bar is unbearable for a music-loving person like me, so I stopped singing."
"Your song is actually quite nice. In fact, I kept listening to it last night. It was like an experience." Turning to look at the long-haired man, Gu Chen asked again: "Is it your original song?"
"Of course." Feeling that he had found a soulmate, the long-haired man also smiled, but he found that he had already arrived at the door of his house after turning a corner.
"We're here," the long-haired man said, pointing to a small courtyard.
Gu Chen directly supported him, stepped onto the path paved with blue bricks, and pushed open the courtyard gate.
As soon as he entered the door, Gu Chen discovered that there were many clothes drying in the courtyard, including clothes for adults, children, and women.
The long-haired man pointed to the smallest room and reminded him, "I live here, this is my home."
"Is this my own house?" Gu Chen supported the long-haired man and began to walk towards the hut.
The long-haired man shook his head: "It's not my own house, it's rented."
"This was originally a family home, but was later transformed by the landlord into several independent rental houses. I rented the smallest one."
"Slow down." The long-haired man stumbled and almost fell down on the steps.
Gu Chen also tried his best to support the man and send him to the door.
The long-haired man took out the key and opened the door directly. Then he greeted Gu Chen and said, "The visitor is a guest. Come in, sit down and take a look around."
After he finished speaking, the man went into the house and looked for water. He picked up a thermos cup and took a few sips.
Gu Chen stood at the door, looking around.
The house is small and can only accommodate a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.
The free space is also very compact.
The two windows at the front and back allow the house to have enough light.
When Gu Chen saw the long-haired man drinking water too hard and choking on his throat, he kindly reminded him, "Drink water more slowly."
"Haha, it's okay." The long-haired man shook his head, put down the water glass, and said eloquently: "Actually, do you know? The water I want to drink most is my salary. How I wish I was a rich man."
After hearing what the long-haired man said, Gu Chen did not respond to him. Instead, he walked to the window sill and found many flowers and plants growing there.
When the man saw this, he immediately asked: "Are these flowers beautiful?"
"She's very beautiful. Did you raise her?" Gu Chen asked.
The long-haired man nodded silently: "Yes, I take some time to plant them. I hope that the most beautiful flowers are those that I have money to spend, but the most difficult job is to live."
"Have you suffered a lot in life?" Seeing the man teasing himself, Gu Chen found an old wicker chair and sat down.
The long-haired man flipped his hair back and replied with a wry smile: "I have calculated it myself. I am short of a house, a car in my life, and money in my wallet."
"Anyway, except for no one, my whole body hurts."
"Your calculation is really accurate." Gu Chen looked up at the surrounding environment and smiled teasingly: "Living in such a bad environment, this place looks more like a utility room."
"It's cheap."
The long-haired man's words immediately left Gu Chen unable to refute.
"Okay." Gu Chen nodded silently and nodded in agreement.
The long-haired man lay casually on the big bed and said with a slight smile: "I suddenly discovered that the word 'one' can sum up my life."
"Like being destitute, having little knowledge, being unable to do anything, accomplishing nothing, etc."
"And I also summarized it. In fact, many people's troubles can be summed up in one sentence."
"Which sentence?" Gu Chen asked him curiously.
The long-haired man smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's because it's hard to make money, you spend money quickly, you're ugly, and no one loves you."
"It can be said that the mentality of many people has begun to slowly change."
"He no longer prays that life will get better and better, he just hopes that life can go on smoothly and not get worse."
"Thank God if we can maintain the status quo."
Looking at the guitar on the desk, the long-haired man suddenly looked confused and said slowly: "I came from hell and went to heaven, just passing through the world."
"There are hundreds of me among a hundred people. I am an angel and a devil. When I meet a Buddha, I become a Buddha. When I meet a devil, I become a devil."
"Do you like to create?" Gu Chen looked at some scattered pieces of stationery on the desk, with handwritten compositions of various lyrics on them.
The bamboo basket under the table was filled with crumpled scrap manuscripts.
The long-haired man snorted coldly and admitted proactively: "I like it, of course I like it. The works I sing in these bars are all my own original works."
"No wonder it sounds so good. Last night, just listening to the intro melody of those two songs, I felt that the song was good."
"Snapped!"
After hearing Gu Chen's words, the long-haired man slapped the bed board, stood up from the bed, and asked Gu Chen sincerely: "Do you really think my two songs are good?"
"Yeah, it's really good. It feels like you're writing about yourself." Gu Chen also told the truth.
After all, the two original songs last night gave people an extremely relaxing feeling. Listening to the songs, the whole body and mind could quickly relax.
Therefore, Gu Chen was so impressed by these two songs that the singer who came to the rescue later often sang other people's songs out of tune.
Which one is stronger and which one is weaker? In fact, the audience is not deaf and can hear the difference between the two.
Seeing Gu Chen admiring himself so much, the long-haired man suddenly felt excited and took the initiative to introduce himself: "My name is Gao Mingyang and I am a singer. What is your name?"
"Gu Chen." Gu Chen said.
"Okay Gu Chen, are you willing to be my friend?" Gao Mingyang seemed to have a good impression of Gu Chen.
Of course, the main reason is that Gu Chen appreciates his works, which makes Gao Mingyang very happy.
The most gratifying thing for an original singer is to have fans who appreciate his work.
Gu Chen has obviously met the requirements for appreciating his own works.
So, Gao Mingyang walked to Gu Chen, opened the drawer, rummaged through it and found some handwritten music scores, and put them on the table for Gu Chen to appreciate: "I am still composing these songs."
"And the two songs I sang in the bar last night were also composed by me in this cabin."
"Very good." Gu Chen picked up the handwritten score, looked at it briefly, and nodded slightly with satisfaction.
Gao Mingyang saw this and asked Gu Chen: "Do you also know songs?"
"I know a little bit about it." Gu Chen looked up at the man and explained, "Your lyrics are pretty good. They are like stories, especially folk songs. It's important to sing good stories."
"That's right." Gao Mingyang clapped his hand on his thigh and said happily: "The lyrics of these songs are all about my experiences."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I used to go to Beijing to hang out for a while for my music dream, but no one in Beijing cares about you. This thing is particularly good."
"Later I went to the Magic City, and the Magic City, compared to the capital, is in the Magic City. If you are a poor person, then you are a poor person."
"What about in the capital?" Gu Chen asked.
"Haha, if you are in the capital and you are a poor person, then you are an artist."
"Pfft, haha, is there such a thing?" Gu Chen burst out laughing after hearing Gao Mingyang's explanation.
I feel that what Gao Mingyang said makes sense.
Gao Mingyang was also proud and said jokingly: "This is the conclusion I came to after visiting two cities."
"Generally speaking, the magical capital in the south is more pragmatic, while the capital in the north pays more attention to the pursuit of ideals."
"So you're just following this path?" Gu Chen asked him.
Gao Mingyang nodded silently and said with a sneer: "That's right, I just followed this path, for the sake of ideals and pursuits, so I am an artist. Everyone in the capital calls me that."
"But it won't work in the Magic City. If you don't have money, you just don't have money. You are just a poor person and you can't get along with artists at all."
"Haha, that's interesting." Listening to Gao Mingyang's insights, Gu Chen suddenly gained some new understanding of the cultural differences between the north and the south.
Wang Mingyue tied up her long hair with a rubber band, and she suddenly became more energetic.
Then, he threw the towel hanging on the wall into the basin that was already filled with water, stirred it around a few times, rubbed it on his face, and muttered:
"Do you know Gu Chen? There is a writer named Wang Shuo in the capital, and Mr. Wang Shuo said in an essay that the capital has also changed. When walking on the streets of the capital in the 1990s, I found that even Haidian and Chaoyang were full of people."
After a pause, Gao Mingyang threw the towel into the basin and said with some emotion: "He said that this feeling made him feel detached from the times."
"There is also the meaning of this life, what is it?"
Shaking his fingers, Gao Mingyang suddenly forgot who said it, so he casually mentioned: "That's what? What kind of qualifications are there?"
"Austrian novelist Zweig?" Gu Chen said.
Gao Mingyang slapped his thigh: "Yes, it's the Austrian Zweig. He just said, after life is born, life is marked with a price, keep pursuing it, keep pursuing it."
"The meaning of life itself does not exist. The important thing is to have the courage to deceive yourself and others."
"Then do you have the courage?" Gu Chen stared at Gao Mingyang and asked him seriously.
Gao Mingyang grinned, rubbed the towel, then dusted it on the wall again, and then continued to complain:
"Isn't this also life? So I still hope that everyone in this world can love themselves and others."
"Don't be too harsh on yourself. You don't have to be successful or make hundreds of millions a year to be successful."
"In my opinion, don't compare with others, think more about what you can leave for yourself and the world."
"In other words, do more creation?" Gu Chen asked.
Gao Mingyang nodded silently, waving his fingers and echoing: "Yes, that's what it means. It seems that we two want to go together."
"So, if you are engaged in literature, then engage in literature, if you are a singer, then sing well, and if you can make movies, then make movies."
"Even if you take two photos, maybe leave them to future generations in a few hundred years, and let them see the images of our time."
Turning to look out the window, Gao Mingyang's eyes suddenly moistened, and he smiled teasingly: "Your body and name will be destroyed, but the eternal flow of rivers will not be destroyed."
"Maybe I think too much? But I am a creative person."
Gu Chen nodded silently, glanced at the composition manuscripts on the table, and said jokingly: "The first song you sang yesterday was quite sad. Have you been injured?"
"Haha." Hearing what Gu Chen said, Gao Mingyang was indeed a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, Gu Chen was not only accomplished in music, but also had a profound understanding of music.
With just one song, I can hear many of my past events.
Gao Mingyang didn't want to hide anything and replied directly: "Yes, the first song is written for the girl who came here to work hard with me."
"At that time, we all lived in the same compound. He was from the southwest border. We had a good relationship at that time."
"I even think that every move she makes gives me the impression that she is actually a girl who is full of hope for life, but her hope turns into disappointment."
After choking, Gao Mingyang also joked with a wry smile: "So, she is more helpless."
"After many years of wandering, she also coincides with a certain portrayal of my own musical trajectory."
"So, there's that first song you heard last night."
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