Hanqing Japanese Words

Chapter 20

The room with the double bed was crowded with six tall men, and four of them were smoking, so the dark and narrow room became a steamer with misty smoke.

Cheng Han opened the window and glanced at the small bag of white noodles on the bedside table, feeling more and more depressed.He looked at Su Rida, who was leaning on the bedside and staring naked, with a cold tone:

"You are so high every time you go on stage, relying on this thing? You forgot what the purpose of the Midi Music Festival is - stay away from drugs and get close to music! With your virtue, can your music be reliable."

Su Rida wasn't angry either, with his usual smirk on his face,

"Your music is reliable, and you still sleep with other people's wives?"

Cheng Han thought he was farting, "What nonsense, when the fuck did I sleep with my wife!"

Su Rida put his index finger to his mouth, and said nervously, "Shhh, I heard that Zhao Ying always goes to Zhejiang these days, and often brings one or two young guys to the dinner, saying that she likes it very much and wants to be promoted." He winked ambiguously, "Zhao Ying's husband is one of the organizers of this event. He is a bit capable in this industry. There are very few underground rock players in Zhejiang. You can tell who it is after a little inquiry. He It's eye drops for you!"

Cheng Han and Shao Che looked at each other, both of them had bad faces, Cheng Han said:

"Then what should we do? He's so capable? Even if we're not popular, we still have a few die-hard fans. If he says he won't let us go, we won't go. What about the fans who come here because of his fame?"

"Fans are nothing but grass, unreliable." Su Rida sat up from the bed shaking his head, reached for the bag of white noodles, and was about to fall out tremblingly, when Cheng Han suddenly reached out and snatched the small bag, and poured him out again Sweeping the white flour on the ground, the powder instantly merged with the dust on the ground and turned into ashes.

Su Rida raised his head to look at him, his fashionable long hair was hanging dryly on the side of his face. His complexion was originally dark, but now his face was pale, and even his lips were bloodless.But decadence appeared in the wooden eyes, as if surprised by Cheng Han's actions, and after a while he laughed at himself,

"Little brat, if people want to degenerate and die, don't worry about it! Maybe the self-contempt and self-deprecation in your eyes is the pursuit of the true meaning of life for them!"

Cheng Han clenched his fists and threw the bag of things to the old man sitting at the door of the bathroom, "Flush into the toilet." Then he pointed at Su Rida and said indifferently: "I don't care if you love it or not, don't fucking die in front of me .waste!"

Su Rida grinned, stood up boneless, pulled on his slippers, took off his jacket, and walked out like a ghost.

"This man will not live for a few years if he continues to follow this virtue!" The old man sighed and shook his head, "I don't care about the members of his band, what if he is really going to die?"

Lao He, the always silent keyboard player, said something creepy: "If he dies, he might become popular."

Everyone: "..."

Cheng Han stroked his forehead and sighed, there is no normal person in the circle!

They didn't sleep well that night, and Shao Che went out early the next morning to find connections.For their group of underground rock bands, the annual Midi Music Festival is one of the few promotional methods that can increase their exposure.

The characteristic of underground music is that it opposes commercial packaging and does not accept interviews from mainstream media. Under this phenomenon, there are very few bands that can survive and become popular, so every opportunity is extremely important to them.

But since there was no way to ask for help, Shao Che took the lead and gathered the captains of several bands to give an overview of the situation.The most indispensable thing in this circle is the hot-blooded man who hates power and is upright. Everyone has survived through struggle. Underground music is the most taboo of crooked ways such as unspoken rules. Everyone decided to write a joint letter and dare to play dirty tricks. Then we won't be on the stage, you can play by yourself!

Here, Shao Che is attacking the organizers, while Su Rida, a drug addict, has contacted his diehard fans. Since noon, the audience booed, calling the prisoner's name, and throwing bottles and peels on the stage. place.

The complaints from the people were unstoppable, and the organizer finally sent a representative, threatening to investigate the matter thoroughly and not to engage in any malpractice for personal gain.

"How can MIDI impede the progress of music because of personal grievances? Never allow it! MIDI is China's Woodstock, the temple of rock and roll in China, and we will never allow any dirty deals and The shady scene is growing here. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

They made such a sincere promise, and it was inconvenient for them to say anything else, so they got on the stage amidst the long-awaited calls. The band members were not in a good mood because of this bad thing, so they could only play normally and called a hasty curtain call.

But when people are unlucky, they can even drink cold water between their teeth. They planned to go home that day, but when they arrived at the parking lot, they found that all four tires had been punctured.This low-level and practical method made them laugh and cry.

Shao Che called the trailer and waited for someone to repair it. At this moment, a boy with yellow hair suddenly ran up, and he was out of breath when he saw them and said:

"Dada overdosed on drugs and went into shock. I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"

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Smoking|drugs and promiscuity|sex are two stains that cannot be erased in the history of rock and roll.Almost all rock celebrities at home and abroad have a history of drug abuse and drug rehabilitation. Some people have successfully resisted their addiction and embarked on a more difficult but sober life.Some people don't have that concentration, so they degenerate presumptuously, and are finally corrupted by drugs for a lifetime.

The Su Rida that Cheng Han found had fallen into deep shock, his whole body was suffocating purple, his colorful long hair was thrown on the ground, trampled into tatters under the feet of a room full of bewildered poisonous insects, and he put himself under the headgear. His hair was sticking wetly to his forehead as if it had been fished out of water.

While doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, Cheng Han asked the old man to call an ambulance.Those drug friends heard the news and fled in all directions, except for the yellow-haired boy who opened his eyes and asked naively:

"If an ambulance is called, will the police also be called? Are we going to jail then?"

The old man was furious, "You moths should have been educated by the people's police a long time ago! What the hell is this good thing? You've lost your life, and you're so fucking afraid of going to jail! Fuck you!"

Just before Cheng Han was about to exhaust himself, Su Rida, who was in shock, finally gasped under his pressure, and opened his eyes in bewilderment.The old man poured a glass of ice water over, and the two of them patted his face, but saw his eyes wandering: "Xia Zhi... Xia Zhi... I want to see him..."

"Who does Xia know?" Cheng Han asked puzzled.

The yellow hair replied: "His enlightenment mentor, Xia Zhi, but he is in Beijing, so he can't make it through."

Su Rida lingered, and spoke intermittently: "I'm going to die... I know, I'm going to die, I want to see him, tell him to come see me."

Cheng Han slapped him, "I have worked so hard to save you, I am not allowed to die today, but another day."

The yellow hair was a loyal person, and he hid after helping them send Su Rida to the hospital. The hospital called the police and confirmed that Su Rida's life was not in danger.Cheng Han also escaped because he had a criminal record and could not come forward.

The members of Su Rida's band were nowhere to be seen, Cheng Han and the others had no choice but to stay. In the evening, they called Xia Zhi through Huangmao, and stayed in the hospital overnight.

The ward was ice-cold and pale. Su Rida was on an IV drip, but his consciousness was still unconscious. He uttered a series of drowsiness in his drowsiness, which made the listener's hair stand on end, calling Xia Zhi's name while moaning.

The old man sat at the head of the bed, and Cheng Han sat at the end of the bed. The old man put his ear to Su Rida's mouth and listened for a while, then looked at Cheng Han and said:

"There must be □□, I never forget to call people's names in my dreams, I guess it's Xiaoqinger."

Cheng Han didn't bother to talk to him, he was exchanging wechat messages with Guan Qing, talking about nothing more than eating and drinking, and the chat ended in the middle of the night.When he was about to fall asleep, someone walked in from outside the ward.

The visitor was wearing neat casual clothes, the zipper was pulled all the way to the neckline, revealing the spotless collar of the shirt inside. Although the hair was thick, it was already half white, but the face under the black and white intertwined hair was smooth, without many wrinkles, but Judging from the veins in the corners of his eyes, this man must be forty at least.

"Xia Zhi?" the old man asked.

The man nodded, "Leave this to me, please forgive me." He bowed to them sincerely, making the two of them at a loss, "I have a room in a nearby hotel, you go and rest, another day When Xiao Da wakes up, I will ask him to come to the door to thank him personally."

"No, no, no," the old man waved his hands with a smile, "When he recovers, let him quit quickly. When he succeeds in quitting drugs, let's get together again to celebrate him."

Xia Zhi smiled shyly and self-deprecatingly, "I hope."

Before going out, Cheng Han saw him put his palm on Su Rida's forehead. He stood beside the bed and stared down at the person on the bed. His back was lonely and his profile was affectionate.

"How about it? You still don't believe me when I say it's Xiaoqinger, but do you believe it now?" The old man was complacent.

Cheng Han responded with his usual contempt for his attitude, "You will know who is related when you meet him once you meet him. Tomorrow, you might as well go to heaven to grow old, or set up a fortune-telling stall in Xitang."

He said so, but he had already approved the old speculation in his heart.In fact, he guessed Xia Zhi's approximate identity from the first call when Su Rida woke up.

It's just that he didn't expect Xia Zhi to be such a well-mannered person, and... so old, he looks forty, so his actual age must be more than forty.

He touched the scene and remembered a book he had read in prison. The protagonist in the book became a homosexual with an old man who was 30 years older than himself, but the protagonist finally abandoned the old man who taught him art and values.

There is a general sentence in the book: I abandoned him not because he was sick and poor.I dumped him simply because he was old and no longer good looking.And I blamed myself very much, but given another chance, I would still choose to abandon him.

Cheng Han suddenly felt very sad. Even if heterosexual couples can rely on the bond of children, a marriage contract and various relationships to maintain it, what about same-sex couples?Without children, without legal recognition and constraints, if one day they grow old and no longer love each other, wouldn't they go their separate ways halfway and wait to die alone?

Guan Qing, Cheng Han thought, what exactly do you like about me, and how long can this love last?

They rested in the hotel until noon the next day, and it was already evening when they got home.Cheng Han didn't tell Guan Qing either, he dragged his body tired and came home, and when he opened the door, he could smell the smell of food at home. Guan Qing came out of the room in a hurry, wearing home clothes, with a ruddy complexion and a slight smile,

"Come back, take a shower first, the meal will be ready soon."

Cheng Han suddenly felt no longer tired, and felt at ease.

Halfway through the meal, Cheng Han found that Guan Qing ate very little today. He always felt that the rosiness on Guan Qing's face was abnormal, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, looked left and right, frowned and said:

"Why do you seem to have lost weight?" As he spoke, he touched his forehead, and his brows furrowed even more. "I've been away for less than a week. Why do you have a fever and lose weight? Who bullied you?"

Guan Qing narrowed his eyes and shook his head with a smile. He was still in good spirits, "No, I've been too busy these two days, and I caught a cold last night. I've already taken the medicine, and I'll be fine tomorrow after I sleep at night."

Cheng Han was suspicious: "Is it true that no one bullied you?"

Guan Qing propped his chin with both hands, with a happy expression, "You!"

Cheng Han sneered, "It seems that it's really all right, you dare to tease me."

It's rare that they don't have to go to the bar at night. The two of them leaned on the bed and watched a movie while chatting. When they talked about the music festival, Cheng Han was full of complaints.

"Don't mention it, that damn Zhao Ying has a husband who still comes out to flirt with you. It's fine to flirt. You have a bit of skill anyway so you don't get caught? You made us all flirtatious!"

Guan Qing listened with interest at first, and asked two questions from time to time, but then his voice gradually became quieter, and his eyelids were twitching.Seeing this, Cheng Han turned off the computer,

"Have you taken the medicine? If you don't take it, go to eat, and go to bed after eating."

Guan Qing obediently went to the living room to take the medicine, and when he went to bed, Cheng Han turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness, but the curtains were not completely closed, and the lights on the side of the road and the tiny people downstairs were always coming through. Voice.

At first, the two were still lying with a little distance apart as before, but after less than a minute, Cheng Han turned sideways,

"Do you want me to sleep with you in my arms?"

Guan Qing stepped forward directly, and Cheng Han stretched out an arm to serve him as a pillow, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled him into his arms.

He was still drowsy just now, but the two of them couldn't sleep anymore when they got together. Cheng Han felt Guan Qing's warm breath on his neck in small breaths, which made him distracted and raised his head. Guan Qing's chin lowered his head and was about to kiss it.

As soon as Guan Qing turned his head away, his mouth fell on his face, and Guan Qing whispered, "It's contagious."

"You treat me as a weak chicken like you, don't move." He forced his chin to turn around, leaned forward again, and the moment his lips fell, he still didn't forget to tell: "Don't bite me! "