Chapter 1563

One father and one son came to the steps of the railway culvert.

Gu Chen squatted down and directly patted the man with long hair, but the man just frowned, turned his body to the other side and continued to sleep.

Gu Chen tried to continue patting, but the man still didn't respond.

Gu Baichuan said with a light smile: "it is estimated that he is too drunk to wake up for a while and a half."

"But seeing him holding a guitar, isn't he a tramp singer?"

"He is a singer." Gu Chen nodded silently, echoing his father's words and said, "I heard him sing last night. Later, he left halfway and disappeared."

"I just didn't expect that I could meet him here."

After thinking about it, Gu Chen suddenly found that although the man with long hair was drunk and asleep, he held his guitar tightly in his hands.

Perhaps the guitar is the soul pillar of a singer, so Gu Chen took the guitar with both hands and tried to win the guitar from the long haired man.

Unfortunately, the man seemed to be touched. Subconsciously, he found that his guitar had been taken away, instinctively pulled the guitar back, then slowly narrowed his eyes and asked with a breath of wine:

"You... Who are you? Why... Why take my guitar?"

"You finally wake up?" seeing that the method worked, Gu Chen also came up to him very upset and reminded him, "it's time to get up at dawn. How can you sleep here?"

"I... how could I sleep here?" the man was reminded by Gu Chen and looked around.

Then he found himself sitting at the bottom of a railway culvert.

People around me seem to be in a hurry.

Various battery cars are also flowing in front of them.

The man with long hair rubbed his eyes and looked around with a confused face. Only then did he hold his forehead, which seemed to be alcohol.

"Where do you live? Shall I take you back?" Gu Chen asked.

The man waved his hand, held the corner of the wall and tried to stand up.

But just took two steps, and suddenly some center of gravity was unstable. He stumbled directly and nearly fell to the ground.

Gu Chen dragged him down and reminded him, "I think you should have drunk a lot of bars last night. How can you go home in this state?"

"It's all right. My home is not far from here." the long haired man rubbed his eyes and didn't seem to wake up from the drunken state.

Gu Chen couldn't see it anymore. He also turned to Gu Baichuan and said, "Dad, why don't you go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables first? I'll take him back."

"OK." Gu Baichuan knew that the man with long hair was staggering enough. It was estimated that it would be difficult to get home without Gu Chen seeing him off.

He didn't say anything. He went straight to the vegetable market with his hands on his back.

Gu Chen put the long haired man's right hand on his shoulder and reminded him, "where's your home? I'll see you off."

"Go... Go straight here, and then at that intersection, go... To the left."

"I know this area well. Just tell me where it is." Gu Chen saw that the long haired man was incoherent and could not speak clearly, so he directly asked him his destination.

The long haired man hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and said, "there are two big trees in front of my house, one is banyan, the other..."

"Another tree?" Gu Chen asked.

"Another... Another, also a banyan tree," said the man.

Gu Chen thought about it and nodded silently, "I know where it is. Your family lives in Osmanthus lane."

"Yes, it's osmanthus lane. There are many osmanthus trees there, but only two big banyan trees in front of my house."

"That's right." seeing that the man with long hair also determined his position, Gu Chen held him and began to walk in the direction of osmanthus fragrance.

Osmanthus fragrans is not too far from happy garden. It belongs to an old community.

Because the houses around are old and some of them have cultural value, and the alley is full of osmanthus trees, it is named osmanthus lane.

The population living in this area is relatively messy. Due to the low rent, many migrant workers all over the country choose to settle here.

Gu Chen held the man with long hair and walked him slowly to osmanthus lane.

Until I saw the two big banyan trees.

Gu Chen turned to look at the man and explained, "when I was a child, I often came to osmanthus lane to play under these two big banyan trees. At that time, these two trees were not as high as they are now, but they were almost mentioned."

"Are you from here?" Gu Chenyi said, and the man with long hair asked curiously.

Gu Chen nodded silently: "yes, I'm a local. I live nearby. We met yesterday."

"See... Have you met?" hearing Gu Chen's words, the long haired man looked stunned and curious, and hurriedly asked Gu Chen:

"Did we meet yesterday? Where?"

"Music bar," Gu Chen said.

The man squinted back and said, "Oh, it's that place. Should you have heard me sing?"

"Well, I only heard two songs, and then you stopped playing and left the scene directly," Gu Chen said.

When the long haired man was stunned, he suddenly puffed and laughed and said, "ha ha, I'll make you laugh. In fact, I don't like singing in that place and staying with a group of people without musical cells."

"At that time, I just felt that the environment of the bar was too hypocritical, and many people there were too hypocritical."

After a pause, the long haired man said again, "I need you to sing tonight, so you have to sing for me. No, you're nothing today, that's all."

"Plus those customers who don't respect singers at all. Anyway, the life in the bar is unbearable for people who love music, so they don't sing."

"Your song is actually very nice. In fact, I was listening to it last night. It's like an experience." turning to the long haired man, Gu Chen asked, "did you create it?"

"Of course." I felt that I had found a bosom friend. The man with long hair also smiled, but I found that the Kung Fu of turning a corner had come to the door of my house.

"Here we are," said the man with long hair, pointing to a small courtyard.

Gu Chen held him directly, stepped on the path paved with green bricks, and directly pushed open the gate of the yard.

As soon as he entered the door, Gu Chencai found that there were many clothes drying in the courtyard, including adults, children and women.

The man with long hair pointed to the smallest room and reminded him, "I live here. This is my home."

"Is he the house?" Gu Chen held the man with long hair and began to walk to the cabin.

The man with long hair shook his head: "it's not his own house, it's rented."

"This was originally a family. Later, it was transformed into several independent rental houses by the landlord. I rented the smallest one."

"Slow down." the man with long hair stumbled and nearly fell down on the steps.

Gu Chen also tried to hold the man and send him to the door.

The man with long hair took out the key and opened the gate directly. Then he greeted Gu Chen and said, "it's a guest. Come in and have a seat and have a look."

When the voice fell, the man went into the house to look for water directly, picked up a thermos cup and took a few gulps directly.

Gu Chen stood at the door and looked around.

The house is small and can only accommodate a bed, a desk and a wardrobe.

The free space is also very compact.

The front and rear windows let the house have enough light.

Seeing that the long haired man drank too much water and choked his throat directly, Gu Chen kindly reminded him, "drink water slowly."

"Hehe, no problem." the man with long hair shook his head and put down his water cup. He also talked with confidence: "in fact, you know, the water I want to drink most is salary. How I wish I were a rich man."

Hearing what the long haired man said, Gu Chen didn't respond to him. Instead, he went to the windowsill and found that there were many flowers and plants there.

Seeing this, the man immediately asked, "is this flower beautiful?"

"It's beautiful. You raised it all?" Gu Chen asked.

The long haired man nodded silently: "yes, they are planted in some time, and I hope the most beautiful flower is money, but the most difficult job is life."

"Have you suffered a lot from life?" seeing the man teasing himself there, Gu Chen found an old rattan chair and sat down.

The man with long hair lifted his hair back and replied with a bitter smile: "I pinched my fingers. I am short of room in five elements, car in my life and money in Cary."

"Anyway, except that no one hurts, the whole body hurts."

"You're really accurate." Gu Chen looked up at the surrounding environment and laughed jokingly: "living in such a poor environment, it looks more like a sundry room."

"Cheap."

The man with long hair said a word and immediately made Gu Chen speechless.

"All right." Gu Chen nodded silently, nodding in agreement.

The man with long hair casually lay on the big bed, talked and smiled and said, "I suddenly found that the word 'one' can summarize my life."

"Like what poor ah, a little knowledge ah, helpless ah, nothing ah and so on."

"And I also summarized it. In fact, many people's troubles can be summarized in one sentence."

"Which sentence?" Gu Chen asked him curiously.

The man with long hair laughed at himself: "it's hard to make money, spend money quickly, look ugly and no one loves."

"It can be said that the mentality of many people has begun to change slowly."

"He no longer prays that life will get better and better. He just hopes that life can go on so smoothly and don't get worse."

"Thank God you can maintain the status quo."

Looking at the guitar on the desk, the long haired man suddenly lost his eyes and said slowly, "I come from hell and go to heaven. I just pass by the world."

"There are 100 me in a hundred people. I am an angel and a devil. When I meet a Buddha, I become a Buddha and when I meet a devil, I become a devil."

"Do you like writing?" Gu Chen looked at some scattered stationery on his desk, on which were handwritten compositions of various lyrics.

The bamboo basket under the table was full of kneaded waste manuscripts.

The man with long hair snorted coldly and admitted: "I like it. Of course I like it. The works I sing in these bars are all my own original works."

"No wonder it sounds so good. Last night, I just listened to the melody of the prelude to those two songs, and I felt that this song was good."

"Pa!"

Hearing Gu Chen's speech, the long haired man patted the bed board directly, sat up from the table, and asked Gu Chen sincerely: "do you really think my two songs are good?"

"Yes, it's really good. It feels like writing about yourself." Gu Chen is also honest.

After all, the two original songs last night give people a feeling of extreme relaxation. Listening to the songs, the whole body and mind can relax quickly.

Therefore, Gu Chen was so impressed by these two songs that the singer who came to the rescue site temporarily sang other people's songs, but he often ran out of tune.

Which is stronger or weaker? In fact, the audience is not deaf and can hear the gap between the two.

Seeing Gu Chen appreciate himself so much, the man with long hair was immediately excited and took the initiative to introduce himself: "my name is Gao Mingyang. I'm a singer. What's your name?"

"Gu Chen," Gu Chen said.

"Good Gu Chen, you are willing to make your friend." Gao Mingyang seems to have a good impression of Gu Chen.

Of course, it is mainly Gu Chen's appreciation of his works, which makes Gao Mingyang very happy.

The most gratifying thing for an original singer is that he has fans who appreciate his works.

Gu Chen obviously has met the requirements of appreciating his works.

So Gao Mingyang went to Gu Chen, opened the drawer, looked through it, found some handwritten music scores, and put them on the table for Gu Chen to enjoy: "I'm still writing these songs."

"The two songs sung in the bar last night were also created by me in this cabin."

"Very good." Gu Chen picked up the handwritten music score, just looked at it briefly, and nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Gao Mingyang asked Gu Chen, "do you know songs, too?"

"Understand a little." Gu Chen looked up at the man and explained, "you write good lyrics, like stories, especially folk songs. It's important to sing good stories."

"That's right." Gao Mingyang clapped his hand on his thigh and said happily: "the lyrics of my songs are about my experience."

"I used to go to Beijing for some time for my music dream, but no one cares about you in Beijing. It's very good."

"Later, I went to the magic capital. Compared with the capital, the magic capital is in the magic capital. If you are a poor man, you are a poor man."

"What about the capital?" Gu Chen asked.

"Hehe, if you are a poor man in Beijing, then you are an artist."

"Poof, haha, there's such a saying?" Gu Chen also poof chuckled after listening to Gao Mingyang's explanation.

I think what Gao Mingyang said is very reasonable.

Gao Mingyang was also elated and joked, "this is the conclusion I came to after I have been to two cities."

"Generally speaking, the magic capital in the south is more pragmatic, while the capital in the North pays more attention to the pursuit of ideals."

"So that's what you said?" Gu Chen asked him.

Gao Mingyang nodded silently, but also said with a sneer: "yes, I am following this Tao for the sake of ideal and pursuit, so I am an artist. In the capital, everyone calls me that."

"But you can't even get to the devil. If you have no money, you have no money. You are a poor man and can't catch up with artists at all."

"Ha ha, it's interesting." listening to Gao Mingyang's views, Gu Chen suddenly had some new understanding of the cultural differences between the north and the south.

Wang Mingyue tied up her long hair with a rubber band and suddenly felt much more energetic.

Then, he threw the towel hanging on the wall into the washbasin already full of water, tossed it casually, rubbed it on his face casually, and said in his mouth:

"Do you know, Gu Chen? There is a writer named Wang Shuo in the capital, and teacher Wang Shuo said in an essay that the capital has also changed. Walking on the streets of the capital in the 1990s, I found that even Haidian and Chaoyang are full of people."

After a long time, Gao Mingyang threw the towel into the basin and make complaints about it. "He said this feeling made him feel a sense of age."

"And the meaning of life, that's what?"

After shaking his fingers, Gao Mingyang suddenly forgot who said it, so he casually said, "that's what? What kind of person."

"Austrian novelist Zweig?" Gu Chen said.

Gao Mingyang patted his thigh: "yes, it's the Austrian Zweig. He said, when he was born, life was marked with a price. Keep pursuing, keep pursuing."

"The meaning of life itself does not exist. The important thing is to have the courage to deceive yourself and others."

"Do you have the courage?" Gu Chen stared at Gao Mingyang and asked him seriously.

Gao Mingyang grinned, make complaints about the towel, and then brush it against the wall.

"Isn't this also alive? So I still hope everyone in the world can love themselves and others."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. People don't have to get a head or earn hundreds of millions a year to be successful."

"In my opinion, don't compare with others. Think more about what you can leave for yourself and the world."

"In other words, do more creative work?" Gu Chen asked.

Gao Mingyang nodded silently, shaking his fingers and echoed, "yes, that's what it means. It seems that we want to go together."

"So if you are engaged in literature, do literature, sing well, and make movies if you can make movies."

"Even if you take two photos, you may leave them to future generations in hundreds of years, and let them see the images of our time."

Turning to look out of the window, Gao Mingyang suddenly had wet eyes and a joking smile: "you Cao's body and name are all gone, and the river flows forever."

"Maybe I think too much? But I'm engaged in creation."

Gu Chen nodded silently, glanced at the composing manuscripts on the table, and joked: "your first song yesterday was more hurt. Have you been hurt?"

"Ha ha." after Gu Chen said this, Gao Mingyang was really surprised.

Unexpectedly, Gu Chen not only has great attainments in music, but also has a deep understanding of music.

Just a song, you can hear a lot of your past.

Gao Mingyang didn't want to hide anything. He directly replied, "yes, the first song is for the girl who comes here with me."

"At that time, we all lived in the same yard. He came from the southwest border. We had a good relationship at that time."

"I even feel that her usual actions give me the impression that she is actually a girl full of hope for life, but hope turns into disappointment."

Choked, Gao Mingyang also joked with a bitter smile: "so, she is more helpless."

"After years of wandering, she also happens to reflect a certain portrayal of my own music track."

"So, there's the first song you heard last night."

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