At 2:39 in the afternoon, the friends finished the rationed meals in the restaurant and drank a few bottles of drinks optional for minors. They were barely satisfied. A dozen of them only spent 313 yuan.
Mainly the processing fee.
The guys patted their bellies and moved to the karaoke hall at Zhang Yingxuan's suggestion. Everyone had a great time on stage, especially Lu Zhengkang. As the lead singer and soul of the band, of course he had to show off, so he sang on the stage one after another.
He sang six songs, and his singing skills were only average, but his appeal was very strong, making the students shake their heads and feel happy.
After playing sleepily, a little drunken happiness came over. It was not until 5:30 in the afternoon that the fun finally dispersed. Some children's robots came to claim their babies. As soon as the people left, the atmosphere immediately became deserted.
Su Xiangli and Lu Zhengkang were walking on the spacious street. The sun was setting in the west. It was still sunny today. The fish-scale clouds in the sky spread out like a screen, reflecting the brilliant golden glow. The mirror-like city was immersed in the sea of light.
All crude and insignificant existence is dissolved.
Lu Zhengkang suddenly laughed, and Su Xiangli asked him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Yes, I'm sad. It's really hard for my great-grandpa to live."
"Are you happier now?"
"No. I'm just not sad anymore."
"I'm sorry." Su Xiangli stopped, "Zhu said that there is no problem in the world that cannot be solved by eating and drinking. But you are still unhappy. And my great-grandfather should be even more unhappy, right?"
Lu Zhengkang faced Su Xiangli face to face, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against hers, "Don't feel guilty because of my emotions. I just have some complaints. Grandpa..." He was at a loss for words.
Su Xiangli's air bangs were swayed by the wind, and he gently scratched the corners of Lu Zhengkang's eyes. He blinked. At such a close distance, even her trembling hairs were clearly visible. Her skin was covered with thin layers of hair.
Thin grease, looking down, Su Xiangli was also blinking, her eyelashes swept across Lu Zhengkang's lower eyelids, a little itchy, her irises were dark brown, and the fine smoke confused his vision.
I had so many thoughts in my heart, but in the end I only said, "Actually, I can't change anything. Only when I'm with you do I have no worries."
Su Xiangli shuddered, but then put on a straight face and took two steps back pretending to be disgusted, "Your head is very heavy, please don't press me."
Lu Zhengkang asked her, "Do you like the feeling of being on stage?"
Su Xiangli put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "Of course, I feel like I am the shining star."
Lu Zhengkang laughed and said: "Come on, the bass player is always the least important. Besides, you kept staring at me when you were on stage, right?"
"No way! Nonsense! Wow, I don't want to be the bass player, I want to be the lead singer!" Su Xiangli covered his ears and strode forward, like a child having a tantrum.
Lu Zhengkang jogged to her side, and Su Xiangli immediately slowed down. She put her hand down, but turned her head away from looking at him.
"Actually, I feel that there is really no need to be sad. My relatives and adults don't care about my great-grandfather, but I care, and you care too..."
Su Xiangli covered his head and said, "Master, please stop reading!"
Lu Zhengkang was speechless, "I'm very serious! Hey, really."
Su Xiangli pouted, "Huh, I actually don't care about that weird old man. Although his desserts are delicious, he always has a cold face and looks fierce. It's because of you that I want to help him finish it."
Wish. This old man obviously just wants to be on stage again! No one can tell."
…
On the afternoon of the 4th, the organizer of the music festival sent an email informing Suhuai Feixing Band that it was successfully promoted. This was actually expected because it is a group composed of junior high school students and is very topical.
Lou Xundiao repeatedly said that he couldn't play. Originally, there was Bao Feng as a reserve drummer, so it didn't matter. But what was surprising was that the squad leader said that he couldn't play.
"Why?" the instructor looked confused.
"My mother might see it." Baifeng said calmly, "She doesn't agree with me playing music."
Mu Huai was puzzled, "Then why yesterday..."
"Mom works the night shift and sleeps during the day."
"That's it." Everyone expressed understanding.
Mu Huai spread his hands, "Then what should we do now, Brother Diao, can you do it again?"
Lou Xun frowned and stopped talking.
"Tch, there's really nothing we can do." Mu Huai shook his head.
Lu Zhengkang sighed, "How about this, let's abstain."
Su Xiangli raised his phone and said, "I sent an email to my great-grandfather. He is already on his way."
"It's too late, right? Grandpa can only take the bus after entering the city."
"Let the organizer's car pick him up."
"Who's going to pick it up?"
Bai Feng raised his neck and said, "I'll go."
…
Lu Xuefeng edited a vacation application, but he knew that it would take a long time to approve this thing, and it still needed to be positioned. He didn't want to delay it, so he hesitated for a while, deleted the vacation application, opened the draft box, and sent the retirement application he edited last night.
In the past, the approval email came down in less than three seconds.
After working as a farmer for almost fifty years, I suddenly had to leave my job. All of a sudden, I felt empty.
Lu Xuefeng closed his eyes and took a breath.
After putting away his mobile phone and rubbing his face to boost his spirits, the ninety-year-old man ran to the bedroom and picked out a brown leather jacket with the Viva Roma band logo embossed on the back. He paired it with a pair of black jeans that he had treasured for many years and a pair of
Decent white sneakers. If you take a first look from fifty or sixty meters away, Lu Xuefeng really looks like that energetic rock boy now.
Driving his beloved pickup truck, he was about to set off for his appointment!
…
The instructor was sweating profusely and explained to the person in charge of the organizer that there were important people in his band who were not on stage and they had to wait.
Fortunately, the music festival itself pursues program effects, so it has extra tolerance for topical groups like Su Huaifeixing. Their band can be postponed to the fifth performance, and the finale is a well-known band invited by the organizer.
Friends from the same school held signs in the crowd of spectators and never stopped waving them.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it seemed that my great-grandfather never arrived, but Lu Zhengkang and the others had to go.
The host spoke very quickly, "Next up is the Suhuai Feixing Band from Ninghu Middle School. The appearance of four, oh no, five children yesterday must have left a deep impression on everyone. I wonder who they are tonight.
What surprise can you give us? Applause! Welcome!"
"Come on, it's just a performance, don't act like you're parting from life or death." Lu Zhengkang, carrying a guitar on his back, was the first to take the stage. Behind him were Su Xiangli, Mu Huai, and Lou Xundiao, who was suppressing fear.
"Hello everyone, we are the Suhuai Feixing Band. The first song is called "Chasing Dreams". Every dream is worthy of our efforts, even if there is always reality, there will always be a time to wake up from the dream."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and narrated, and the audience gradually calmed down.
"Where is the world full of flowers?
"If it really existed then I would definitely go,
"I want the highest mountain there to stand,
“Don’t care if it’s a cliffhanger…
In the distance, among the high-rise buildings in the city, a suspended flying car was approaching rapidly. Lu Xuefeng sat in the car and watched the live broadcast.
"Maybe I don't have talent,
"But I have the innocence of dreams,
"I'm going to prove it with my whole life.
"Maybe my hands are clumsy.
"But I am willing to keep exploring,
"Give all your youth and leave no regrets
Countless people were waving glow sticks in the night. Under the bright spotlight, the boy had tried his best and the drumbeats had done their best. Behind these young people, the rising sun was projected.
"Run forward! Face the cold eyes and ridicule! How can we feel the vastness of life without going through hardships! Fate cannot make us kneel down and beg for mercy! Even if blood is sprinkled on our arms!!!"
