This is not a cool article! Some places are more realistic==Although I personally feel that it is not a realistic novel in the traditional sense, there are still some places that are more transcendent, but if you expect the protagonist to counterattack and suddenly become super powerful, you can retreat first. He is just ordinary but not ordinary. The story of two young people chasing dreams and never compromising, please tag Kangkang.
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Highly recommended work: He, Ethan Lu, is the lead singer of a well-known underground rock band with bizarre guitar skills. And he, Gabriel Xiao, is a famous uneducated and unskilled second generation ancestor in Xiajing City. He is the elf in the nightclub and the devil in the eyes of his parents.
This article tells the story of Ethan Lu, whose band is facing the crisis of disbanding. At the lowest point of his life, he meets Gabriel Xiao, the second-generation ancestor of a good-for-nothing who had a falling out with his family. The two accidentally become neighbors... In the process of getting to know each other and falling in love, Gabriel Xiao... Picking up the dream he had given up, Ethan Lu got out of the haze in his heart, and the two joined hands to move towards a new life.
Ethan Lu stepped on the small slope of rocks at the entrance of the alley, then squatted down and took a distant look at the pile of stickers and small advertisements on the store door.
Words like 'eyebrow tattoo' and 'tattoo' are scrawled on it, as well as a few concise slogans: One head is 60% off, two heads are 50% off.
No special services are provided.
The line with the largest font size is 'Welcome poker players from all walks of life to compete in poker skills'.
He didn't care whether it was a chess and card room or a barber shop. In short, the price of a full set of washing, cutting and ironing at a 40% discount was just like what that guy Dylan Li said, no more than three digits.
In the time it took to find a barber shop, Dylan Li had already sent him no less than ten messages.
Dylan Li: Brother Yan, have you found a place?
I posted the location in the group, if you can’t figure it out, remember to look.
Stop blindly trusting your uncanny sense of direction and sixth sense.
Are you there yet?
Reached?
...
Ethan Lu flicked the cigarette ashes and replied.
-Here we go, quite biased.
Not only is it biased, but the planning of this area is even more elusive. The pile of stones of unknown origin at the feet may be the waste left over from repairs and construction somewhere.
Looking further into the distance, we can see the towering chimneys of nearby factories.
Chemical waste gas keeps coming out, floating gray in the air.
Ethan Lu put the remaining half of the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff. The bar owner's words kept repeating in his ears, 'I have some small requests and suggestions for your performance this time...' .
Small request.
suggestion.
He felt that it was amazing that he could squat here now.
After squatting for a while, he threw the cigarette on the ground, got down from the pile of stones, and crushed the cigarette B*tt with his toes.
The barber shop in front of me was surprisingly small, occupying only half of the store, half of which was barely carved out by partitions. The card table used for playing cards is wider than the work area for shaving.
When Ethan Lu lowered his head and walked through the door, the people at the table inside were still howling: "Two circles."
"Three belts and one."
"Fcuk, explode!"
There was a sudden voice: "Master, perm your hair."
This group of people seems to have experienced this kind of temporary dispersion frequently, and within three minutes everyone was gone.
There was only one store manager with dyed yellow hair and two plastic combs pinned to his messy curls.
"It's a coincidence that you came here. If you continue to play, you will lose." The store manager put away the card table, stood it on the wall, and continued to speak in a heavily accented dialect, "My luck has been really bad lately." ..."
As the store manager spoke, he took a moment to glance at the door, scrutinizing the other person's appearance out of professional habit.
The first impression is evil.
I couldn't tell what was evil, but there was an evil aura all over my body.
The man who came in from the door was wearing a dark T-shirt with a pattern printed on it that looked like a certain English alphabet. He had two eyebrow nails at the end of his eyebrows in a very ostentatious way - he didn't look like a serious person. Although there is nothing hanging on the ears, you can see a row of fine ear holes, seven or eight, and there are also some on the ear bones.
The legs are long and straight, and the hair is quite long.
He couldn't see clearly against the light, and he was carrying a long black guitar bag behind him.
Ethan Lu put down his guitar bag and said something that didn't suit his appearance. He bargained quite neatly: "Thank you, no need. I'll give it a discount later."
The store manager is also a cheerful person: "Okay, what kind of perm do you want?"
"Wait a minute, I'll find a picture," Ethan Lu lowered his head and flipped through the chat history, swiping up a few times, "and iron it accordingly."
"It's not my fault. I can't find anyone in this country who has such good skills as me. No matter what hairstyle you have, I can give you a perfect haircut."
The store manager boasted more and more vigorously: "Give me a reference sheet, I guarantee it will be cut exactly..."
When he said this, Ethan Lu's picture happened to be brought up.
The store manager's voice stopped abruptly.
It was a look with a strong visual impact.
Her hair was red and purple, with a huge amount of hair. Her bangs covered her eyes, and half of her hair stood up extremely wildly, standing on top of her head like a flame soaring into the sky. Every bizarre strand of hair highlights the temperament of the model in the picture - Sha Matt.
Ethan Lu had done this hairstyle for more than four hours, and it was completely dark when he went out.
I spent two cans of hairspray and got a headache from the hair dryer.
During this period, a song was playing on a loop in my mind: kill a mate, kill a mate, wash, cut, blow, wash, cut, blow, blow.
Smelling the pungent smell of the hair dye, he turned on the front camera of his phone, took another cursory glance at it using the light from the three-color pillar at the door, and still couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
The picture reference turned into a real thing, and the effect on his head was far more shocking than imagined.
What is this?
What the Fcuk is this.
Why don't you turn into the most annoying lunatic on the street while walking on the street?
Ethan Lu and himself in the camera stared at each other for a while, then he pressed the power button and turned off the screen.
The three-color column rotates in circles.
There was also a large loudspeaker placed next to it. The sound flowed through the old parts, making a tingling noise, and it was also playing an old song.
---"Forgive me for my uninhibited indulgence and my love of freedom."
Halfway through the loudspeaker, the screen that had just gone dark suddenly lit up again.
Dylan Li: Have you finished perming your hair?
Really hot?
Didn’t I tell Brother Qiang that I would love anyone if they wanted to find another band? I wouldn’t do it anyway.
You are really flexible and flexible.
Where are you going back now? The bar is closed tonight. Brother Qian asked me to tell you that the performance has been moved to tomorrow night. He asked you to maintain your current appearance.
Why don't you take a selfie from a good angle and show it to your friends?
Ethan Lu was too lazy to type, so he leaned over his phone and sent a voice message, laughing angrily: "I still have to keep my look?"
After saying that, he let go of his hand.
After thinking for a while, he pressed the voice button again.
"Take a few shots," Ethan Lu said, "I'm in a bad mood right now."
In the past few years, he has formed a band, and his business activity is to sing in bars.
He did reject Max Sun thoroughly that day at the backstage of the bar.
This thing, whoever burns it is stupid.
...
But sometimes people need to bow to life.
Ethan Lu put his cell phone in his pocket and took two steps out. The speaker sang again: "Chasing in the wind---Indistinguishable in the fog---".
As he listened to the song, he recalled the look in the barber shop owner's eyes before going out, which clearly said: How can a good person have such a problem with his aesthetics?
This community is very close to where he lives, only ten minutes' walk away.
Being close also means that the environment is similar, with a low civilization index, always unpredictable planning and construction, and not very good public security.
The shops opened on the roadside also look like they are open for fun.
Several restaurants seem to have signs saying: Unlicensed operation, unqualified food hygiene, if you are not afraid of gutter oil, come here.
Internet cafes barely have a sign saying they are black Internet cafes.
Of course, there are honors. Last year, it was selected as the 2018 MLM key rectification area---The first rule of survival in Xiajing City is that you have to go around when you meet people in Xiacheng District. Eight out of ten are not What a good person.
Whatever comes to mind.
As soon as Lu Yang crossed the restaurant street and walked near the entrance of the community, he saw two people sitting side by side under the streetlight five meters away.
It was already dark, and the street lights stretched their shadows very long.
One of them tapped the other on the shoulder.
"Brother, I know it's not easy to raise a child alone. I also divorced my wife, and the child belongs to me. Life is a bit hard, but as men, we have to bear the responsibility. Every time we come home, we see the child's When I was asleep, I felt - just one word, it was worth it!
Another one said in a low mood: "Brother, those are two words."
"It doesn't matter if it's one word or two. In short, I understand you. I know how you feel now. I used to feel just as uncomfortable as you."
The man who spoke was wearing a gray overalls. I don't know if it was the color of the clothes itself, or if it had been worn for a long time and became like this. He had an ordinary appearance, and there was a scar on his face that snaked from the corner of his eye to behind his ear.
Ethan Lu paused.
Then he took a few steps forward and squatted quietly behind the two people.
Like a ghost behind the scenes.
The two people were so engaged in their conversation that they didn't notice anything unusual.
When Scar finished speaking, the depressed one nodded desperately, as if he had found a confidant, and said with a foreign accent: "Oh, it's really uncomfortable. She just left without thinking about my feelings at all. The child is Am I a silver one?"
When the other party finished complaining, Dao Scar narrowed his eyes, changed the subject, and said: "But I'm standing up now. I'm telling you from the bottom of my heart that the most important thing for a man is to have a successful career. I have a business on hand now. You only need to invest this amount..."
As soon as Scar stretched out his five fingers, a force from behind him forcefully pushed his five fingers back!
"Who is it! What B!tch is looking for death!" Scar shouted, turning his head and looking back.
Apart from the extremely exaggerated style, the face under the colorful unconventional hairstyle was extremely familiar to him - the man had narrow eyes, deep double eyelids, raised eyelids, and a very sharp appearance. , with an evil nature that I don’t know where it comes from. When that face is silent and expressionless, it has a feeling of "I want to hit someone".
"Ethan Lu?!"
"It's me," Ethan Lu greeted him with a smile, but the strength of his hand remained undiminished, "Brother Dao, haven't you seen me for a few months, have you recovered from your injuries? You look very energetic. What did you do last time you tricked others into investing money? Dragon Tiger Pill, what is it this time? Tell me, I will also make a fortune."
As soon as this sentence came out, the foreign accent next to him couldn't help but realize that he had almost fallen into the trap.
Ethan Lu looked at him: "You are not from here, are you new here?"
"I, I'm from Qingcheng, my hometown, and I came here to work..."
"Qingcheng, a great place," Ethan Lu said as he wanted to smoke again. He lowered his head to touch his pocket and looked up to see that the man was still standing in front of him. "What are you doing standing there? Run away."
Only then did the man react, stand up on his hands and knees and run across the road.
Scar's eyes turned red: "Brother, come back... Ethan Lu, let the hell go!"
After the people ran away, Ethan Lu relaxed a little bit.
Scar's fingers were pricked so hard that he couldn't move for a moment. Ethan Lu patted his palm as if nothing had happened, gave him a high-five with a "pop" sound, and then put the cigarette he took out just now into the knife. Scar put something in his hand: "Brother Dao, would you like a cigarette?"
Scar was really worried.
When he comes up, he sticks out his fingers.
After pouting, she gave a high five and smoked. Is this something a human being can do? It’s shameless.
"Obstructing people's way of making money is like killing their parents. If you don't sing your songs well, you will mess with me again and again. Let me tell you, I'm not done with you."
Scar was so angry that his voice began to tremble, but he still took the cigarette, bit it in his mouth, stood up from the steps on the roadside, rubbed his fingers while talking, and turned around, only to find that the face blocking his way to make money had something written on it. The person who said "I want to hit someone" was already thirty meters away from him.
His voice shook even more violently, and he shook the cigarette out of his mouth: "Are you still running!? If you dare to cause trouble, don't run away!!"
Ethan Lu was carrying a guitar bag, and the streetlights were shining directly on his head. The red-purple flame that stood at least 20 centimeters high was illuminated by the strong light, and every strand of hair was illuminated.
He raised his hand high and flicked a few fingers in the air twice: "Let's go, Brother Dao. I have something to do today. I'll catch up with you next time."
Scar cursed for a while, threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, chasing after him.
But the two steps taken by his two legs may not be as wide as the one in front of him. The difference in hardware between the two is too big. Scar chased for half a street and couldn't catch up. Thinking that it would be bad for him if things got serious, he stopped and put his hands on his H!ps and gasped: "What a shame, get out of here!"
Ethan Lu then slowed down and turned from the right side of the intersection.
Not far ahead is the seventh community, referred to as the seventh district.
The naming of this area is quite random. The names of the communities are directly named in order. However, it is a bit far-fetched to say that it is a community now--Xiajing City has developed into a new first-tier city. This area is looking at The slum-like Xiacheng District really hurts its image, so policies were introduced in the past few years to encourage private companies to acquire and develop the area.
District 7 has been almost completely demolished, and is surrounded by ruins and countless "graves" made of cement, steel, and earth.
However, in such a messy and desolate place that has almost been razed to the ground, there is a... no, half a building standing there abruptly.
On the side of the building is written:
---Unit 3, No. 6.
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