Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

Li Qingning just got into the car.

The phone rang.

She glanced at it, and a smile slowly appeared on her originally 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 phone.

He continued to write screenplays.

The third brother greeted the waiter, ordered a glass of lemonade, and put it in front of Jiang Yang.

He sat by the side, looking at the densely packed notebooks, "What script did you write?"

"A road movie about a divorced man, 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 again. One after another, Hong Shan and Zhuang Qi all came, and Wen Nier followed. Tonight is the band's first performance. They have to see it.

Jiang Yang stopped watching.

Li Qingning called him, but the car couldn't come in here, so Li Qingning was waiting for him outside.

Jiang Yang packed his things, put away the written script, and returned the notebook and pen to the boss. The boss was watching a movie, so he 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 the others who were chatting.

Zhuang Qi: "Aren't you staying here to watch the show?"

Jiang Yang: "I have an appointment with my wife for dinner."

Jiang Yang waved at them and walked out the door.

Hong Shan told him: "Slow down."

"knew!"

Jiang Yang's figure disappeared into the crowd gradually outside.

Wen Nier suddenly remembered: "Did Jiang Yang not drink?"

Third brother: "No."

Wen Nier sat down at ease, and was about to speak when the boss who had been looking at the phone next to her put down the phone.

Wen Nier asked him, "How was the movie?"

"fine."

The boss touched his pocket and asked Hong Shan, "Is there any cigarettes?"

Just as Hong Shan wanted to say yes, he thought of his wife by his side, "No, no."

The boss looked at the third brother, who took out the cigarette case and handed him one, "Can you smoke if you have a bad heart?"

Boss: "The heart is bad, not the lungs."

He finished, picked up the cigarette case and went out.

The third brother just took out the lighter, "You don't need a lighter?"

The boss turned his back and waved, "I have."

The third brother held the lighter in his hand 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 Hong Shan was playing with Shitou before, he also played with Gangzi for a while.

Hong Shan didn't see it: "Really?"

He turned his head and looked outside, there were quite a lot of tourists outside, many couples, passing through the crowd of couples, he saw the pole walking to the opposite side, standing under the tree on the side of the water, smoking a cigarette by the white railing, with a desolate figure.

The boss watched "Waiting Alone" and felt very emotional. It's not that someone slipped away from him, and now he regrets it. It was that he was the one who slipped away, and the girl he liked never found out that he liked her from the beginning to the end.

The girl likes his buddies.

His buddy did have a brush, played the guitar well, and had long flowing hair, which was very attractive.

The three of them grew up together.

One of the girl and her buddies is beautiful and the other is talented, just 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 are from a wealthy family, and they brought a pole with them since they were young to wander around the alleys, fight, watch movies, buy LPs, even chase stars for the first time, and play guitar.

They are colorful, and Gangzi is like a colorless person, staying beside him silently, with some of the light refracted by them, as if he is much more dazzling.

But he really likes girls.

On the night when the girl and her buddies slept together, Gangzi didn't sleep all night, his body bent together like a shrimp.

Later, Gangzi worked hard to make himself colorful, so he fell in love with bullshitting and pursued a unique style. Rock likes heavy metal, and music likes niche music. A ray of light shines through.

Gangzi takes a puff of cigarette, the smoke has come to an end.

He smoked half, the wind smoked half.

Later.

Girl and buddy broke up.

Gangzi feels sorry for them, but also very happy. But soon, the girl left the city with a backpack and a guitar, and the buddy also left the alley, slowly becoming a singer.

but--

Dude is very unlucky, debuted for two years, just became famous, and the king debuted.

Then, the big devil took away Tian Wang's first rookie award.

Since then, the entire music scene has entered the era of two kings running wild.

In that era, it was not the staff around Shuangwang, nor the fans who cheered for them.

The trouble is for other singers. If they want not to fall behind, they have to learn and try to improve themselves, even if they imitate. Otherwise, the trend will become popular, the audience's taste will rise, and the singers will still sing the songs of the previous style. Who will buy it?

His friend dropped out around then and is now a music studio owner.

The two friends ran off into the distance separately, leaving the pole behind and still staying where they were, like a chicken, looking at the pigeons and envious of their freedom.

but--

Last year, Gangzi got the news by chance that she was back.

She is a resident singer on this street.

Gangzi hurried over to look, and it was indeed her, still with long hair fluttering.

She was lugging a particularly large suitcase, not the backpack anymore. Gangzi stood there looking at her, feeling emotional for no reason, no one likes heavy luggage. But before I knew it, my luggage became heavier.

This is life.

Gangzi lit another cigarette, walked slowly, and walked towards the bar where the girl sang.

For some reason, Gangzi suddenly thought of Jiang Yang.

He felt that Jiang Yang was very similar to him.

Of course, this is to put gold on his own face. He is a senior dog licker and barber, and if he speaks out, he will be spurned by others.

There is a big devil in Jiangyang.

They are not all the way at all.

Gangzi just felt that they had a bit of similarity in their personalities.

In the afternoon, when they were talking about the music of the Great Demon King, Jiang Yang listened silently, especially like the way he used to go out with his buddies and girls. The buddies and girls talked freely, as if they knew everything. Listening from the side, some are introverted, unconfident, and some——

When many people sit together, many people have colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, but they seem to have no color, sitting there silently, no one cares, no one leads the conversation to you Here, ask for your opinion.

Then--

Gangzi felt that he had put gold on his face again.

Jiang Yang is different from him.

Sitting there today, Shi Shi, 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 will tell Jiang Yang to slow down.

Wen Nier would ask Jiang Yang if he had drunk with concern, for fear that he would accidentally fall into the water.

why?

Gangzi blew out a smoke ring, he really felt that he was the same colorless person as Jiang Yang.

He stopped.

Sitting on a chair near the water or by the road, looking through the crowd and through the glass, he saw the girl he had been thinking about, holding a microphone in her hand, wearing a plaid shirt, sitting lazily on a bar chair, singing a song ballad.

Because of the Great Demon King.

Gangzi suddenly understood.

He and Jiang Yang were originally the same kind of person, but because of the Great Demon King, Jiang Yang's colorlessness was illuminated with incomparable magnificence.

Just like a dream Gangzi had when he was a child, he wanted to marry the plaid girl who was singing in the bar now, when the time came, everyone would look at him with envy, jealousy, and attention, as if it was the embodiment of his life value .

Happy New Year