Warm trees become forests

Wen Mu was still carrying the plastic bag, he clenched his hands tightly, and followed Gu Chenglin into the room.

The room is very small, there is no distinction between living room and bedroom. A small bathroom is on the right hand side of the door, and further inside is a single bed, simple desk and wardrobe.

It is not as messy as ordinary boys living alone, it is clean and simple, and there is a window that shines through.

Gu Chenglin didn't let Wen Mu sit down because there was no place to sit. He walked to the bed and lifted the black cloth covering the floor. Wen Mu walked over and saw a disassembled drum kit.

"Here, move it down." Before Gu Chenglin bent down, Wen Mu said, "Wait a minute."

Gu Chenglin turned to look at him.

"Your arm is still injured, I bought medicine, you bandage it first."

"No need." Gu Chenglin glanced at the wound, indifferent.

Wen Mu pursed his lips, paused for a few seconds, thought of something and suddenly said: "Forget it, the medicine is not very good, it only costs 20 yuan, and it may not work." After speaking, he looked around, as if looking for someone in the room There are no trash cans.

Gu Chenglin took it over, unscrewed the medicine bottle and poured the medicine powder on the wound.

There is still gauze in the bag. Actually, there is no need to pack it, but Wen Mu bought almost all of them, and the small scissors were all ready. When Gu Chenglin applied the medicine to himself, Wen Mu cut the gauze beside him. After Gu Chenglin applied, Wen Mu's gauze was gone. Handed it up: "I'll help you bandage."

In Gu Chenglin's impression, Wen Mu is a nosy person. In his short 18 years of life, he has met many nosy people. Wen Mu is nothing special.

Ah, it's not nothing special, the eyelashes are quite long, Gu Chenglin lowered his eyes, and happened to see Wen Mu seriously dressing up.

In the end, I tied a bow childishly, which is really childish.

Back and forth, the two moved the drum kit that Hu Xiu had left in the car to the car. The performance was at four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already thirty thirty after returning to the bar from Gu Chenglin's house.

Returning the key to Hu Xiu, Wen Mu went to the locker room to change his overalls, and when he came out again, guests had already entered the arena with tickets.

Wen Mu has seen many concerts and concerts. The stage is gorgeous and brightly lit. Every performance is a visual feast. This is the first time he has seen the beauty and mystery that can be created by a few beams of simple lights, and the feeling is very different.

At four o'clock, a group of spectators gathered in the bar. Actually, there were not many people, but when Hu Xiu came on stage, he was still cheered. Hu Xiu tied up his loose hair and hung it in a ponytail. There was a scene.

After Wen Mu came back, he didn't see Gu Chenglin. He thought he would have to wait until night, but suddenly he saw a figure, followed the members of Hu Xiu's band to the stage, and sat behind the drum kit he brought back at noon.

Gu Chenglin was wearing a peaked cap, gauze bows were tied on his arms, the drumsticks were turned into flowers in his hands, and the thin lips under the brim of the hat were pursed into a line. Wen Mu could even imagine his appearance at this time, with his black eyes, It must be shining.

The rhythm of the whole performance was strong, Hu Xiu had a good voice, and singing well would also drive the atmosphere, but Wen Mu's focus was always on the bursting drumbeats, and the rapid percussion was a test of the drummer's skills, adding flowers from time to time Even non-professionals can hear it.Gu Chenglin's arm muscles were clearly defined, and the gauze kept jumping with the rhythm of the impact. When the song ended, he suddenly raised his head, and fine beads of sweat formed into a drop, which flowed into the black T-shirt along the knife-like jaw line. His sharp gaze pierced through the crowd, and happened to meet Wen Mu's stupid eyes.

The performance was a complete success, Hu Xiu pulled Gu Chenglin to stand aside to share the money, Hu Xiu said: "Otherwise, you can perform with me everywhere, maybe one day I will make my debut, and I will hang out with my brother, so you don't need to be so tired."

"Playing drums is very tiring." Gu Chenglin asked for some money.

"Then you won't be tired from working so many jobs every day?"

"Very tired." Gu Chenglin put the money in his pocket.

"I'm tired of talking, and I'm more energetic than anyone else in earning money." Hu Xiu couldn't move him, and took out another 200 yuan from his pocket, "How is his grandfather Weng Dingding?"

"Alive."

"Buy him something to eat." Hu Xiu handed him the money.

Gu Chenglin didn't want it, and touched the empty cigarette case in his pocket: "Keep it for your little cripple." Without further words, he went to the locker room.

Standing at the bar, Wen Mu saw Hu Xiu and the band members sitting in a booth drinking not far away. The location was at the bar, and the wine was brought with them. It was a simple celebration banquet. I waited and waited but did not see Gu Chenglin. It wasn't until he got off work and passed the kitchen that he changed into his overalls and brushed his glass with a cigarette in his mouth.

It was getting light again, Gu Chenglin went out with a huge garbage bag, turned around, and saw a person standing under the street lamp, holding a beer in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Would you like to celebrate?"

Gu Chenglin asked: "What are you celebrating?"

Wen Mu said: "Congratulations, you have earned two thousand and eight."

This is worth celebrating, Gu Chenglin nodded: "I'm going to change clothes."

At this time, the temperature was just right, neither hot nor dry. Gu Chenglin took Wen Mu to the top floor of the bar. The view from the top floor was not wide. After all, there were only three floors, but it was a place where you could drink and celebrate.

At school, Wen Mu has been paying attention to Gu Chenglin quietly, following him and caring about him silently, Wen Mu even thought that it’s okay if he doesn’t say anything for the rest of his life, anyway, Gu Chenglin would not like him or even ignore him, he has never been like this before, The warm and faint liking in his heart seemed to burst open suddenly, like a flood of beasts rushing in, and every blow of the drum hammer in Gu Chenglin's hand seemed to hit his heart, intending to shatter his chest until his whole body was engulfed. It was only after entering the vortex-like eyes of the deep sea that he finally calmed down.

Wen Mu suddenly understood that the little boy who took risks for eating sugar collars, Wen Mu, changed his mind.