Lu Zhengkang raised his voice and asked: "Wanqing's song! Isn't it!"
Although he was young, he spoke with such high energy that it was really surprising. Su Xiangli had never seen him look so energetic. The usual Lu Zhengkang was either wilted or bad, or wilted and bad.
But it was different now. The boy's face showed satisfaction and confidence, a sense of familiarity for no apparent reason, as if he was at home.
It was as if he was glowing.
The boss was stunned for a moment. He raised his foot and pressed pause on the computer screen with his thumb. He stood up and put on his slippers. "Do you know this song? How do you know this song?"
Lu Zhengkang asked him, "My great-grandfather likes this song, can you buy me a CD?"
"Okay, okay, no problem!" the boss laughed, "I've been waiting for someone to know the goods! Finally, I've been waiting for someone to know the goods!"
Lu Zhengkang also laughed. The two of them, an adult with a thick and bright voice, and a child with a sharp and crisp voice, laughed like a duet. It was hard to say whether they were sad or happy.
Su Xiangli shrank behind Lu Zhengkang and gently twisted the corners of his clothes.
The boss shook his long and arrogant hair. His bangs almost covered his eyelids, and the hair on the back of his head hung down on his shoulders. He was greasier than Zheng Qilu, the greasy-headed monster. He was basically carrying a lump of tar history on his head.
Lyme.
"Come on, come on, stay with me for lunch. What do you want to eat?"
"Noodle bar, is the boss from the north?"
"Ah, well, I look like a Guanzhong person." The boss responded to Lu Zhengkang in an unskilled local accent. His rough and stubble-covered face was full of pockmarks, like a piece of naan, the kind that had just been baked.
, hot and affectionate, with the meaning of being close to each other, "Noodles are good, you are both a close friend and a close friend, you are really a good friend sent down from the sky!"
Seeing him hurriedly going to the utility room behind the shop, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli dragged out a folding table, opened it and put it away, and then went into the kitchen and got busy.
Lu Zhengkang gently stroked the dirty and old folding table. This thing was really an antique. The metal table legs underneath were rusty and disfigured. It was this item with extremely worrying hygienic conditions that reminded him of his own
In his previous life, he also had a folding table in his rental house. It was certainly cleaner than this, but it had the same simple structure, without the red tape of modern technology, and had a back-to-nature quality.
Su Xiangli immediately expressed his disgust, "It's so dirty."
"It's not clean. You won't get sick after eating it." Lu Zhengkang rubbed his hands and went to move a chair himself. This dining table looked like it was not commonly used. It was placed in the video rental room. The room was already very crowded, but now there are
It means being unable to move even an inch.
Su Xiangli listened to the background music. "Kill That Shijiazhuang Man" by Universal Youth Hostel was played, followed by "West Lake", a song that admired the band. She listened to the wonderful tune and watched Lu Zhengkang feel content.
The look made me laugh.
"Sail into the Three Pools,
"Playing in the lake,
"The breeze is not strong enough for a small boat.
"Sometimes we are far apart,
"Sometimes they are connected,
"...
"There is no longer any nostalgia for the setting sun,
"No more reflected moon,
"..."
Lu Zhengkang would sing along when the song was loud, shaking his head, as if he had drunk fake wine. Su Xiangli laughed at him. The little girl originally felt that the boss was not a good person when she saw him, but now she became nervous.
Lu Zhengkang's joy slowly dissipated, and he became happy along with him.
Immersed in the music, these are songs that children cannot hear, and some of them are very rare. I don’t know how the boss got them.
Making noodles takes a lot of time. The boss was busy in the small kitchen. The two children listened quietly to the song. Su Xiangli sat at the table and Lu Zhengkang went to browse the shelves.
After playing "West Lake", I switched to a piece of vaporwave music. This music style emerged at the beginning of the century, but it has always been a niche. It is good at creating a blurry state, such as the distorted sound effects on the radio, which is very nostalgic.
The style reached its first peak in the 10s, but its influence was mainly abroad. The peak of domestic vaporwave was in the mid-1950s. At that time, it was the craze of the space leap. Electronic dance music was gaining momentum, and vaporwave also followed this spring breeze.
It's very trendy.
This song "love you everyday" was also a hit song in nightclubs back then. After it was played softly, a group of people hugged each other on the dark dance floor, slowly spinning in circles, and humming along, "love you~"
So naughty.
For Lu Zhengkang, every minute here is a surprise. There are a dazzling array of old discs on the shelves, and even antiques from the last century. They are all physical objects, CDs or USB flash drives. It is a wise choice not to save them to the computer cloud.
.
Lu Zhengkang even saw "A Kite" by Umezu Yasumi. This thing contains content that is not suitable for children. This boss is so courageous. No wonder he has to hide in the village in the city. Otherwise, how could he save so much money?
A treasure that the masses love to hear and see.
"It's so shameful, so shameful..." Lu Zhengkang rambled. These things were so sinful and completely violated the citizens' scientific literacy. He must buy them back and criticize them from beginning to end.
At this time, the music changed again, and the intro guitar played coldly and clang for a while, just like lead clouds falling from the sky on the top of the snowy peaks in the world, creating countless snowballs.
As soon as the lead singer opens his mouth, his magnetic voice will immediately grab people's ears.
"If people had no past. If the world would not forget. Live today, live. It would not rob our brains, just like now, we see the future, gray clouds in the wind, a
Flying little by little..."
The boss in the kitchen started singing along.
"Not all! All the madness! will take away the sorrow. Not all, all the sadness! can be saved..."
Lu Zhengkang was amazed and shocked! The words used in this song are so bold!
"Who sang this song?" he asked the boss loudly.
"Long live!" The boss shook his head, Tao Taoran looked like he was going crazy.
"What a long live!"
"Long live the band, long live the Roman piano!" he laughed.
"What a name!" Lu Zhengkang turned on his mobile phone and searched for "Long Live Roman Qinri".
Can't find it, as expected.
So he went to search on his boss's computer.
There are results.
Long live the Roman piano band, also known as the long live band. Band type: rock. Founded on: October 3, 2037. Founded in: Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Band members: vocalist Kang Fusheng, guitar Lu Xuefeng, drummer Gu Manjing, bassist Wang Zhun
, keyboardist Liu Qiangfu, whose representative works are "Loss of Voice", "Six Degrees of Disqualification"...
Lu Zhengkang was stunned.
On the search page, there is a photo of the band. Five young people gathered together, dressed in fresh clothes and in their prime, looking out over the fields in a wheat field. Beautiful tattoos spread on their bare arms and thighs.
The second one from the left is Lu Xuefeng.
Lu Zhengkang’s great-great-grandfather, Lu Xuefeng.
