sunk into the earth

Chapter 47 Home?

It was already 02:30 when I got home, Zhang Chen took a shower, changed into pajamas, and continued writing songs in the study.

He never writes lyrics when he writes songs. There is only one song with instrumental music and a small part of vocals that have no meaning. In the third album, there are two songs that only contain a few lonely words, not even half a sentence. This would be rejected by Zhang Chen later, and these songs will never be performed at the bar music festival.

Qiyuan used to play typical pop drums, the songs she played had a strong rhythm, the lyrics were catchy, and the music was subtly flattering. She couldn't understand Zhang Chen's behavior when the band was first formed, and asked: "You Why don’t you write lyrics when you write songs? How can there be a lead singer who doesn’t sing lyrics and just hums a few tunes that don’t know which language?”

At that time, they were still rehearsing in the basement. There was no air conditioner in summer, and there was only an old electric fan on the top that was at the same speed as the grinder. People would sweat profusely within 10 minutes inside.Zhang Chen sat on the window sill and tuned, with his upper body leaning against the window, his hair on his forehead was wet, and under his feet were newly connected speakers and messy plug-in cables.The question didn't surprise him, but he thought about it for a while before saying, "The lyrics can't express me."

Lao Liu was sitting on the floor, leaning on the speaker, fanning the wind with a stack of newspapers in his hand. He said that Zhang Chen was so fucking difficult, and he didn't want to put even a few words of truth into the song for outsiders to watch And criticize, just such a person still insists on playing in a band.

Zhang Chen said, "I just want to play, can't I?"

Old Liu, who was leaning on the stereo, immediately said: "It's okay, but you can talk to us honestly, we are all a family, be sincere."

Zhang Shen was fascinated by the concept of a family. He was bewitched by this word, and he actually talked about his music philosophy.Outside the window is the basement corridor full of sundries. He talked about the evening breeze and inspiration in such a cheap and stuffy space. He said that sometimes that little bit of inspiration descended on the center of his brain like the wind at night, Without weight, I can't convert them into words, let alone into words that are understood by people.

Speaking of this, Zhang Chen asked them: "I am very extreme, do you really want to continue listening?"

Qiyuan stood up and wrapped the wires on the floor, and tiptoed to turn the fan above her head to the highest setting. She said, "Family, what do you say?"

This time Zhang Chen was more open-minded. He said that the vulgarity and nastyness are more terrifying than bad sounds. Writing about love is so straightforward, writing about oneself is so arrogant, words are too easy to be over-packaged, as if the original sincere heart is immersed in the ditch In oil, no matter how good the melody is, it will be destroyed. He hates this kind of thing the most, so he doesn't transform it.

He also said that the more he cherishes something, the more he will twist it into a ball so that others can't find out what he is thinking. This is a different kind of protection.

Old Liu was still fanning the wind with sweat dripping from his forehead. He shook his head and joked: "This is obviously called building a wall. In the future, when others call our band, we can call it a wall band. The wall band is too thick, and gentle tricks are useless. Transformation There is only one chance, and that is someone with a steel stick and an ax to smash the wall down, only violence will not break it."

Zhang Chen sat on the window and affirmed him: "It's true that only violence can't break it, but I don't think anyone can smash it down, and I don't want to be smashed down, it will ruin my song."

This sentence made Lao Liu suddenly put on a serious expression. He didn't think Zhang Chen's nonsense was funny at all, and kept shaking his head: "Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen, you obviously hate yourself so much, why do you cherish your creation so much? s things?"

This question stopped Zhang Chen. He leaned on the window sill and thought for a long time. His hair on his forehead became more and more wet before he said in the stuffy rehearsal room: "They are my home. I can hate myself. But I still need a home."

Qiyuan, who had been silent all the time, was very interested in this topic. She moved closer to Zhang Chen and asked with great interest, "Then where is your original home?"

Zhang Chen said: "My original home was in the city center, but now it has become a department store."

The eyes of the two people next to him lit up, and they said in unison: "Damn, so you are a demolition household? No wonder you have so much spare money, please tell me in detail."

Zhang Chen didn't care, and he really said: "I was compensated a lot of money during the demolition, but I still didn't want to leave. In order to let me leave, they gave me more money. The new leader shouted downstairs with a loudspeaker. The whole city will be better if my home is demolished, let me sacrifice. I didn't expect to carry such a heavy responsibility on my shoulders, so I had to change my home."

After speaking, Zhang Chen jumped down from the window sill and plugged in the guitar and effects.He thinks that the hundreds of songs he has written are all his home, because the way he cherishes his work is to stuff himself in places that are not easy to be noticed.For example, he made up a lot of emotional and weird subsections, which made the song almost unable to hold his thoughts. For example, during rehearsals, he always wanted to add some imaginative effects on a whim. No one could keep up with his brain, and the other two Before he could react, Zhang Chen was already squatting next to the power strip to pick up the new equipment.He is surprisingly courageous in his own songs, he dares to add anything new. At first, Lao Liu couldn't get used to Zhang Chen's personality that doesn't follow common sense. , Want to play new things in crooked ways before you have learned the top technology?

But once in the rehearsal room, he found that Zhang Chen's fingers were covered with blood scabs. He was shocked and asked him, "What's going on?"

Zhang Chen threw the guitar bag on the floor, and pressed the back strings with bloody fingers again. He said, "It's okay to practice the piano."

Old Liu asked again: "How long does it take to practice piano and bleed?"

Zhang Chen said that it would take two weeks. He said that in order not to disturb his roommates, he went to the roof of the dormitory to practice guitar all night in the middle of the night. At first, his fingers were congested and he didn't care, but then he bled out of nowhere, sticky on the strings and neck.He is not afraid of pain, but just hates red, thinking while pressing the blood scab on his finger, he really hates red, every time he wants something, he will see this unlucky color.

Zhang Chen didn't realize that another day had passed until a few rays of dawn penetrated through the gaps in the curtains. He turned off the computer and reluctantly went back to the bedroom to sleep.In his dream, he was still thinking about the unfinished song, thinking that after this month's salary, he could buy another one-square-meter home, and by putting together his wages and stocks, he would be able to spell out a seventh home next year.

The next day, Zhang Chen got up half an hour earlier, ground coffee for breakfast, and was a little dazed when he went out to pick out clothes. He didn't wear what he usually wears, but took a white shirt from the corner hanger and compared it to his body. .

He hasn't dressed so lightly for a long time. He is not used to looking at himself in the mirror. He didn't feel more natural until he took off all the earrings. It's just that this appearance of himself is a bit far away. If you look at it a few more times, you can even see the shadow of a 17-year-old .

When going to the company to take the elevator, Zhang Chen met Xiao Huang, who was making products next door, and the two were still close because of their business.Xiao Huang was originally standing in the elevator with a faceless face. When he opened the door, he saw Zhang Chen facing him. He greeted him casually, and then moved a little to the side to make room for him.When the two were side by side, Xiao Huang suddenly asked him in a low voice, "I heard that you were left by Cheng Sheng to work overtime yesterday?"

Zhang Chen was taller than him, he lowered his head slightly to hear what he was saying, and said casually, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Why did you offend Cheng Sheng when you first came here? He's never kept anyone back before, and he's always nice to everyone."

Zhang Chen shrugged, "Who knows, maybe he doesn't like me."

Although he said so, he was still carrying the breakfast he bought on the way——Zhang Chen observed during this time, and reckoned that Cheng Sheng was not good at taking care of himself. Come on, when I drove past the breakfast shop in the morning, I accidentally went down to pack a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

Zhang Chen entered the company with a packing box, thinking that he bought everything, and it would be more appropriate to send breakfast to others.

At this time, there were only a few people in the company leaning on the workstations, and Cheng Sheng was the first to come every day. He was lying on the table at this time, his eyes narrowed into slits facing the computer, as if he was about to wake up.

Zhang Chen's work station is next to the window, and the sun is pouring down on the table, but he is not in a hurry to bask in the sun. He turns around and goes to Cheng Sheng's diagonally opposite, pats him on the shoulder from behind, and takes the breakfast he bought inexplicably this morning. Put it on his desk, and ask him in a normal tone: "Did you eat breakfast? I bought an extra copy."

Cheng Sheng was taken aback by the weight on his shoulders and the sudden sound from above his head. He turned his head with a wrinkled face, and when he saw that the person behind him was Zhang Chen, he quickly shrank his shoulders and turned his face to the computer as if he was shocked. Let yourself only have the screen in your eyes, and never look at Zhang Chen more.

Last night was almost Cheng Sheng's Good Friday night. After returning home, he pondered over and over again, and rolled back and forth on the bed. Finally, he became quieter, staring at the ceiling, and flashed back to Zhang Chen's words to him, "Kiss It's something that can only be done in the world of love." The expression on the face.

In fact, Zhang Chen didn't have a big expression at that time, he has always been like this, but he said this sentence very slowly, Cheng Sheng can still remember how Zhang Chen's thin lips let out this sentence word by word slowly, After the last word, Cheng Sheng even saw Zhang Chen turn his head and look at him.

Every time this sentence landed in Cheng Sheng's mind, he couldn't help stretching his feet once, until his legs seemed to have been anesthetized. At the words, the face that was still suffering just now twisted into a ball, and the man hugged his knees and fell back on the bed again with a thud.

Zhang Chen was still standing behind Cheng Sheng, with his arms on his shoulders. He guessed the reason for his abnormal appearance, but he still habitually pretended not to see it, and just asked, "Are you going to eat it or not? Don't you eat me?" Just throw it away."

Cheng Sheng immediately said: "Eat, eat, eat." But he didn't look back, leaving only the back of his head for Zhang Chen. After saying this, he cleared his throat, and added in a businesslike tone: "The meeting is at nine o'clock, you go back first Go to work, I'll eat later."

Cheng Sheng breathed a sigh of relief when Zhang Chen completely left his safe range. He stared blankly at the computer screen for a long time, then sighed again, unpacked the bowl of porridge on the table, and began to eat in small bites.

On Saturday morning, the two met as scheduled. Zhang Chen drove Haiyan, parked the car downstairs of Cheng Sheng's house with ease, and leaned on the driver's seat to wait for someone to come down.

Cheng Sheng was dressed young today, he was no longer wearing black, white, gray and plaid shirts, he was dressed in bright colors, and he walked out of the unit building with a bag on his back.

On the contrary, Zhang Chen was dressed lightly, and all the nails on his ears were removed, except for the one on his nose.With his arms on the steering wheel and his upper body leaning against the car window, he was squinting his eyes and looking out the window, with a sparking cigarette between his fingers.

The two were a little dazed when they saw each other. The person opposite was so familiar, Cheng Sheng thought he saw the handsome boy from a small town whom he had just met when he went to grandma's house ten years ago, Zhang who was leaning against the car window and smoking a cigarette. Shen thought that the person standing outside was the bastard who made trouble for him at every turn and had no sense of boundaries.

The smoke in Zhang Chen's hand kept drifting out, and the two of them stared at each other for a long time in the hazy white mist, neither of them took the initiative to speak.

Haiyan heard the movement and shouted Cheng Sheng through the car window: "Boss Cheng, I'm so happy to be with you again!"

Cheng Sheng, who was stunned in place, was called back to his senses by the voice, and immediately withdrew his lost expression just now, and also shook his arms and shouted at her: "I am also very happy, I really didn't expect us to go home together."

This sentence made Haiyan wrinkle her face. She anxiously moved her upper body back into the car, leaned over to the driver's seat, and slapped Zhang Chen vigorously, "Did you hear that Boss Cheng said that Yuncheng is his home."

Zhang Chen put out the cigarette and said to her, "I have a stomachache right now."

Haiyan immediately stopped paying attention to what Cheng Sheng said just now, fumbled around in the back seat, handed the bag to Zhang Chen who was in the driver's seat in front, and said in a anxious tone, "I have medicine and water in my bag, take it quickly, and wait We have to sit for a long time in the car, which is even more uncomfortable."

Same as last time, Cheng Sheng and Haiyan were in the back seat, Zhang Chen was driving in front, and Haiyan kept talking to Cheng Sheng along the way, chatting all over the world, and at the end of the conversation, the topic turned back to their destination this time, Yuncheng. When it comes to getting off the train, the sound of the train is 100% unrecognizable.

Cheng Sheng didn't believe it, so Haiyan gestured to him: "Zhang Chen's house has become a department store, my house has become a library, Sangang has been demolished, the old bridge has been demolished, and the original train station has also been demolished. Everything is new." Having said that, she lowered her head again, "But it's new to ordinary people like you. I never know what my hometown looks like. To me, it doesn't make any difference whether it's new or old."

Zhang Chen, who had been concentrating on driving, just heard this sentence and said to her, "It doesn't make any difference to me, I'm just like you."

Haiyan has been with Zhang Chen for so many years and knows him better than her mother. She does have no eyes, but she can't see what Zhang Chen is like, so she answered clearly: "Because you live in music, of course It doesn't matter how the real world changes!"

After finishing speaking, she leaned on Cheng Sheng's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "We don't have a home anymore, so every time we go back, we stay in a hotel, stay in a hotel, you understand? Marry me? My greatest wish for the rest of my life is to marry a rich man like you."