I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

Because of his life experience, Jiang Youxi didn't like music since he was a child, and he didn't like taking music lessons.

But after working in this musical instrument store, he sometimes listened to the seniors playing some music with very good speakers, especially when they released the classic rock of the band, such as shameless, but he liked it very much. He always felt that the melody and lyrics were both Write it in his heart.

Actually this is not surprising.

Rock is often considered to represent rebellion, rebellion, shouting, and dissatisfaction with the status quo.

The spirit of rock and roll is often seen as a complex combination of youth's self-consciousness, emphasis on love and peace, pleasure and indulgence, pessimism and nothingness.

So, teenagers and rock are the perfect match.

Jiang Youxi, who has never liked music, would like rock, which is not surprising at all.

Along with the rhythm of the music, the young Jiang Youxi shook her head gently, swinging rhythmically with the beat.

He felt that his steps were more brisk, and the anger in his heart also had a channel to vent.

He hummed involuntarily.

"Don't say too much, you know what you and I want to do."

"You don't have to care a lot, and you don't have to be sad, one day you will understand me~"

There is infinite power emerging from his body, allowing him to bravely give the world the middle finger and roll his eyes.

Since this world has never loved me, I will sneer at me back!

He walked faster and faster, and finally trotted.

The address to which this expensive guitar is being delivered is an abandoned warehouse.

Jiang Youxi had a little impression of that address. Many houses in that area had the word "demolition" written in white paint, and they also drew a circle on the demolition.

"Has your house been demolished?"

"Not yet, soon."

"How much?"

"Not much, not much, almost 500,000 a person."

The one who asked the question looked envious, and the one who answered was full of smiles.

When passing by there, Jiang Youxi often heard similar conversations.

500,000 in 1999 is still very valuable (in fact, it was also very valuable until 2008...).

At this time, some houses in better locations in the magic city were priced at only 4,000 yuan per square meter.

If a family has 3 members, with 1.5 million demolition funds, they can buy a new house of 100 square meters, and the remaining 1 million can be used for business or buying stocks.

Speaking of which, the warehouse seems to have the word "demolition" written on it, and the memory is dirty and dark. I don't know why someone lives there.

He was quite puzzled. Why would he live in such a crappy place if he could afford such an expensive guitar?

His brisk steps gradually approached the area to be demolished.

There are almost no living people around, and the residents here have moved out long ago.

It won't be long before the neighborhood is buzzing again, full of mechanical clacks, workers' chants, and jolly obscenities on the walkie-talkies.

When there was still 100 meters from the abandoned warehouse, Jiang Youxi heard some music.

He can tell the difference between the drums and the guitar, and maybe the bass, but he can't quite tell the difference between the guitar and the bass.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Then the song came: "In the crowd of people, there are you and me, and we meet and know each other and ponder each other."

"In the crowd of people, it's you and me, pretending to be decent and smiling."

"No need to say too much..."

Jiang Youxi is not stupid. He is not very good at reading, but he still has basic reasoning ability.

And not bad.

Of course, what he is best at is observation.

By this time he already understood why he sent the guitar here.

It turned out that a band was rehearsing here.

In this era, underground bands are still very popular.

There are more than a dozen famous underground bands in this part of Modu.

It is said that the most famous one is called "Grimace Band", which is highly regarded by people.

Everyone said that Grimace had the coolest live performance,

The most coquettish bass player, the craziest drummer, a talented guitarist who can compose lyrics, and finally a vocalist with the best vocals.

People are talking about it, saying that even if the Grimace Band is qualified to debut, even if they can't compare with the Walker Band, it is not a problem to mix into a well-known rock band in China.

But for some reason, Grimace never planned to debut.

Since Jiang Youxi came into contact with rock music, she has also been very curious and longing for the legendary underground band Grimace.

In the sound of music, Jiang Youxi came to the door of the warehouse.

The gates were a pair of tattered, moss-covered wooden doors, the kind that would fall apart with a single kick.

The various iron objects on it were also corroded and oxidized to the point of being pitted.

The door was closed, and Jiang Youxi probed to see that there was a small yard inside, and further inside was the warehouse.

Under a dim light, several people were rehearsing.

Actually they sang really well.

Jiang Youxi didn't understand any music theory, but just thought it sounded good.

It doesn't seem to be much worse than the original singer of the Walkers that I heard from the tape.

The popping drums, the flowing guitars and bass, and then the home vocals were great too.

Always feel so amazing.

Jiang Youxi didn't bother them, but walked sideways and tiptoed into the door, and stood there quietly.

He wanted to wait until the other party finished singing this song and leave, but after the other party finished singing, there was no rest, the music continued to flow, and they soon sang another song.

It's a song he's never heard before, and it's a little weird, but it's fine to listen to.

He was particularly impressed by the lyrics that seemed to belong to the opera: "Recalling the heyday of Kaiyuan in the past, all friends in the world are glued. The horizon is infinite and the world is wide, and there are thousands of buildings in Ander!"

There is also the paragraph "Fate is branded along the palm lines, tonight I wake up without a dream. Follow the fate into a myth, and return to the Tang Dynasty in a dream!"

After they finished singing, Jiang Youxi was about to step forward when she heard those people talking.

The bass player is a handsome guy with long hair and cape, wearing cropped trousers, and his muscles as if to burst a black vest. His voice is very loud: "Such a great song can be used as our debut single, so you are ready. Take it to Brother Jiayong, Brother Qingzi and the others?"

The lean guitarist with a particularly handsome profile smiled and said, "Isn't it good to give it to them? They won't bury this song. Besides, Si Zhang's voice is actually not particularly suitable for this song."

The lead singer said impatiently, "You're just talking a lot of nonsense, you're amazing at writing songs?"

"I'm sorry, but it's amazing to be able to write songs," said the handsome guitarist.

"..." The lead singer suffocated for a moment, then shouted, "If you are really talented, write more songs that suit my voice."

"Just write it, I'll write it and you have to sing it well."

"That's for sure. But how do you sing well?"

"At least be a singer. If you can't be a singer, then the songs I wrote will really be buried."

"I'm going, you're such a stinky bastard. You write me 20 good songs. If I can't sing as a singer, my surname will not be Peng. I'll take your surname Du in the future, alright!"

"It's a deal." The handsome young man smiled and began to fiddle with the guitar strings again.

Jiang Youxi thought at that time, I go, these people in the city are too bragging, they are always the king of songs, I really think the king of songs is Chinese cabbage.

Don't talk about the king of singers, why don't you try writing 20 songs first?

Jiang Youxi already knows how difficult it is to write a good song after a few months of bad common sense in the musical instrument industry.

I really thought that anyone could write a classic like "Being Ashamed of Nowhere".

But the song just now was really good.

"Hey, boy, how long have you been standing here?"

Jiang Youxi was in a trance when suddenly the fat drummer with red hair and cool energy looked at him and drank.

Jiang Youxi was taken aback. He was beaten from a young age and developed the habit of admitting his mistake when he encountered something.

"Sorry, brothers, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, it's because you sang so well."

"It's quite a talkative boy," said the fat drummer.

The lead singer also looked at him: "Boy, are you here to sign? Don't learn from those groupies, we're not so bad at playing rock. It's okay to make friends, just sign it."

"I didn't come to get autographs," Jiang Youxi explained boldly when she saw that they were still able to talk, "I have kept the guitar in our shop for maintenance. Now that it has been maintained, I want to send it over."

The drummer turned to look at the handsome guitarist, "Hey, Xiaoke, is that your guitar? Brother Jiayong gave you that Mint Carlo guitar?"

The handsome guitarist nodded, showing a slightly shy, but even more triumphant smile. "That's right, there's the one signed by several masters on it."

"I'll go, that guitar is already valuable, how dare you take it to the pheasant shop on the street for maintenance?"

Jiang Youxi had to stand up and defend the place where she worked: "Our 'Mingxin Musical Instrument Store' is not a pheasant shop! The seniors are very good at craftsmanship!"

"Okay, bring it here," said the handsome guitarist.

Jiang Youxi walked over and handed the guitar case to the guitarist.

Taking a closer look, he realized that it was not a "handsome guitarist".

It's a guitarist who is "a really handsome guitarist", or a guitarist who is "so handsome that my eyes are going to go blind".

And the breath is very sharp, like a treasured knife that has just been baked, and the cold light radiates everywhere.

It is easy to think of an adjective: unruly.

In other words, you can eat with your face, why do you still play music?

And so cool.

The world is really desperate, you know that?

Although Jiang Youxi is also a handsome young man, she is not ashamed of herself.

But looking at such a handsome young man with such talent, he still felt very frustrated.

Maybe the world is really cruel.

Want to stand out, go back to the cheap dad and shout: "I'm not a waste!" It's really difficult to do.

"That's right, kid."

When Jiang Youxi turned around and was about to leave, the handsome guitarist stopped him.

"how?"

"Do you like music?"

Jiang Youxi hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's okay, mainly because I like rock and roll."

The few people exchanged glances, and then the muscular bass player took out a small piece of paper from his trouser pocket.

"Then, come to see our band's curtain call in two days."

"The curtain call performance?" Jiang Youxi was stunned.

"Yeah, our Grimace Band is going to disband, and it will be the last performance in two days." said the handsome guitarist.