The Imitation of a Star Chapter 2

Not long after Ethan Lu went upstairs, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan, are you at home?"

"elder brother!"

"Brother, please pay attention to me!"

He was changing clothes, his hands were on his belt, his jeans were halfway unzipped, and he pulled them back: "Nate Zhang, what's the matter with you?"

The boy who was still knocking on the door saw the door opened and didn't have time to take it back.

The boy was quite young, no more than 17 or 18 years old. He was wearing a pair of broken flip-flops. Even though they were unglued, he could still put them on easily. He scratched his head and folded the flip-flops in his hands like tofu cubes. He handed over the things: "Well, there was a meeting in the building today. Aunt Zhang asked someone to bring this back from the hospital. I would like to express my gratitude. You were not here during the meeting, and the demolition company may have to come tomorrow." ...I'll go with this hairstyle!"

He said, gesturing with his thumb: "It's so cool."

Nate Zhang was right. Although this hairstyle was indeed inhuman, the broomstick placed on anyone's head could make anyone look uglier to a new level. But Ethan Lu is not an ordinary person.

He still remembered that when he first moved into this building two years ago, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, so he prepared a few boxes of moon cakes to send to his neighbors, and went door to door on the first floor to deliver them to the top floor. He knocked on the door of 602 and saw Ethan Lu was a little silly at first sight: long hair, eyebrow nails, and a row of earrings. He had an extremely alternative yet rebellious edge.

Then the long-haired man narrowed his eyes and looked at him, blowing out a puff of smoke from his mouth: "New here?"

The puff of smoke made him forget what he was here for.

Now the man's long hair has turned into a brightly colored broomstick.

Nate Zhang said again: "Brother Yan, are you playing Kuaishou?"

Ethan Lu's forehead jumped suddenly.

Nate Zhang knew that it was not easy for everyone to make a living, so he encouraged: "Recently, it is very popular to bury love families. You have talent and good looks, you will definitely stand out, and you will be able to dominate quickly."

"Xiao Hui," Ethan Lu looked at him for a while and then gave him a hook, "come here."

Nate Zhang felt vaguely in danger: "I, um, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do."

"Do you have any brains?" Ethan Lu curled his knuckles and flicked Nate Zhang's forehead, neither lightly nor hard, "Can I be a fast player with this temperament?"

Nate Zhang covered his head: "No, no, no, no, I was wrong, Brother Yan."

Ethan Lu tried to play again, and when Nate Zhang closed his eyes, he opened his hand and put it lightly on his shoulders: "Okay, thank you for coming. I will be there tomorrow, if they dare to come - ---"

Nate Zhang guessed what Ethan Lu was going to say in the second half of his sentence. He went through eight sentences in his mind, but he still couldn't guess.

Ethan Lu said: "...I will Fcuk them."

The neighborhood relationship in this building is strange. Everyone is a tenant who has paid the next year's rent in advance. Suddenly, it was announced that the community had been bought by a large company and was to be converted into a factory. However, the landlord silently ran away with the rent and compensation. .

Originally it was just a matter of rent, but the attitude of the person sent by the big company to discuss the matter was extremely bad. Without saying a few words, he took action and pushed Aunt Zhang, who lived on the first floor, to the ground and pushed her to the hospital.

The bridge was thus forged.

If anyone wants to be more difficult, this group of people who live in low-cost rental housing all year round have never lost.

The performance originally scheduled for the evening was postponed to tomorrow, and Ethan Lu's plan to put a guitar bag in and head to the bar was disrupted. He lay on the bed and planned to sleep. In order not to touch that hairstyle, he had to keep a distance from the bed board, so he slept an awkward night like this.

Early next morning.

Unlike other places, after the demolition of District 7, there are no restaurants nearby. Even in the morning, mobile stalls selling breakfast do not come here to develop business. The entire seventh district looks like no man's land.

Ethan Lu went to bed early and woke up early. He got up before six o'clock to make noodles and add water to the kettle. While waiting for the water to boil, he leaned against the stove and suddenly thought of a certain melody. Knocking on the tiles.

With the other hand, he pushed open the window beside him.

Although the environment here is not good, especially in their community. But from his current position, he could just see the sun rising from the horizon, and its light dyed half of the sky a transparent red.

Ethan Lu looked at it for a while, then looked away. It was still the lower city, and the ruins were still the same pile of ruins... A car crashed into his eyes.

Parked in front of the dismantled arch at the entrance to District 7 was a silver-gray sports car that had been modified. The tail of the car was modified to be so aggressive that it looked like it could drive into the sky.

This is a car that is unlikely to appear here. The only cars that are domineering on the nearby road are small electric donkeys and second-hand cars. From the headlights to the B*tt of the car, the word "out of place" is revealed.

What did Nate Zhang say yesterday?

---"People from the demolition company may come again tomorrow."

Came early enough, Ethan Lu thought to himself.

Most of the residents in the building leave early and come home late, from all walks of life.

At this point, most of the people in the building have left.

Ethan Lu took one last look and made sure that this one was the only one parked here. There was no other big forklift behind it and it posed no threat. He hummed, looking away, staring at the hot steam coming out of the pot, tapping his knuckles on the cold tiles.

Ethan Lu tapped his fingers on the tiles for inspiration. His hands were a little itchy, so he took down the guitar from the wall.

The place where he lives is a small single room, about twenty square meters, with several pieces of furniture squeezed together in an incredible manner.

More than twenty square meters of space are used to store musical instruments, a few guitars, an electronic keyboard bought from an unknown second-hand market, and various CD records.

Ethan Lu, the lead singer of the band who was heating hot water, held the guitar, plugged it in, and strummed the strings from top to bottom.

Then he scanned it a second time according to the tune he hummed in his mouth.

He didn't notice that the flying car downstairs stalled, and the door opened half a minute later.

A man got out of the car.

The man wore a watch on his wrist and a well-made black shirt. The hollow plate was inlaid with diamonds. The cuffs of the shirt were casually folded several times, exposing half of his wrist. There was an unknown stain on the folded sleeve, a small off-white patch that was clearly highlighted by the black.

"Boss, you really want to go in," the car window lowered, and a head emerged from the driver's seat. The owner of the head had eye-catching red hair. The red hair looked left and right, and sighed, "I This is the first time I've been to this area. Is this a place where people live? It's a dangerous building. It looks like it's about to collapse. "

In front of me is a broken arch.

The guard hall was demolished.

The road underfoot is not even for a few steps.

Anyway, it's broken everywhere.

...

The one who got off the car just glanced at the surrounding environment. He was not as exaggerated as the red hair showed. He didn't even have any emotions.

But he doesn't seem to be in a good mood either. Because he took out a pack of cigarettes, lowered his head, and took one out with his mouth. But it was obvious that this annoyance had nothing to do with the pile of ruins in front of him.

"Fire." Gabriel Xiao said while chewing his cigarette.

The redhead understood instantly, and immediately took out the lighter, lit it with a click, and held it with both hands and stretched out the car window: "Here it is!"

Gabriel Xiao bent over and lit the cigarette.

Smoke curled up in front of the redhead.

After lighting the cigarette, the red-haired man threw the lighter onto the passenger seat and moved his hands to the steering wheel. He touched it back and forth a few times as if touching a woman: "Your car is really good, a man's ultimate." Dream, it feels so good to drive! Boss, can I drive around twice more?"

"Zhai Zhuangzhi."

The redhead who was caught off guard when he heard his name said: "Huh?"

Gabriel Xiao said again: "Get lost."

Zhai Zhuangzhi: ...

"Go and find out if there is a supermarket nearby," Gabriel Xiao took two steps out while smoking a cigarette and added, "Then buy a can of desensitizing milk powder and come back."

"Brother, don't half-speak." Zhai Zhuangzhi patted his chest.

Gabriel Xiao walked downstairs to that half of the building. I don't know what the structure of this building was. It seemed that someone had a fight at the door. The entire entrance door was crooked and opened when pushed.

He opened his hand, and in his palm was a piece of paper. The note read: Unit 3, No. 6, Harmony Community, Room 601.

"Boss, what are you talking about milk powder?" Zhai Zhuangzhi drove five hundred meters away and called Gabriel Xiao again, "Tommy? Is it a foreign brand?"

"Desensitized milk powder, for those with allergies." Gabriel Xiao put out most of the remaining cigarette.

"I'll go," Zhai Zhuangzhi stepped on the accelerator, "that little one will be allergic to ordinary milk powder. How could I have imagined that milk powder has so many details. You have only taken care of that child for a few days, and you already know so much..."

Gabriel Xiao hung up the phone.

Zhai Zhuangzhi's whistling voice disappeared from his ears, but the world did not become quiet, because at the same time, a piece of piano sound came from upstairs. The distortion effect sounded very intense, extremely penetrating, and vivid. The air split into two pieces.

electric guitar.

It's just that the strength doesn't match the hardware at all. The playing is stumbling, and the sound is magical to the ears. There are noises in the middle, and there are dull wrong notes when the fingers are not pressed firmly... If you play guitar, it will be different. In terms of level, the person playing now may not even be qualified for selection.

This is so badly played.

The narrow corridors are covered with small advertisements and graffiti sprayed with red spray paint. The unique vulgarity of the downtown area rushes out silently from the cracks in the wall.

What also rushed out was the increasingly lethal sound of the piano.

Gabriel Xiao walked to the sixth floor, and the sound of the piano, which reached a new level, was too close to him, and there was only a wall that didn't seem to exist between him.

Then the sound of the piano turned into a string tapping, probably to show off his skills, but he didn't show off at all.

...

The sound of the piano stopped for two beats, and Gabriel Xiao heard a few unclear humming sounds in the gap.

male voice.

The sound is actually pretty good, and the singing is in tune, much better than the guitar.

After Ethan Lu played the last note, he closed his eyes intoxicatedly, feeling the lingering sound, and waited for three seconds before opening his eyes.

He gently flicked his left wrist, changed a few notes on the handwritten score, then hung the guitar back up, poured boiling water into the instant noodle bucket, and pressed it with a bowl.

He looked at the music score that had been changed beyond recognition for a while, and planned to give it a name, so he took a pen and wrote two words on the top: Fly.

It doesn't feel right.

Cross it out.

He wrote again: Fly young man.

...?

It's not very good. Is it just for fun?

Draw.

I crossed four or five times in succession, and finally there were only three large and casual words on the top: I haven’t thought about it yet.

He took a photo of the paper and sent it to Dylan Li.

In order to prevent Dylan Li from seeing it immediately, Ethan Lu found a dozen emoticons in the emoticon collection column and sent them together. This kind of harassment was very easy to do.

"Ethan Lu! Your uncle!" Dylan Li's call came soon.

Ethan Lu said: "Don't always greet me. My uncle is very good. He is healthy, eats well and sleeps soundly."

... Dylan Li collapsed and said, "What time is it? I was sleeping and I asked you to wake me up!"

"Have you seen the new song?"

Dylan Li was both collapsed and curious: "Wait a moment, I'll look at it now."

It's okay if you don't look at it, but it's even more devastating when you look at it.

"What the hell, what are you writing... How many times have I told you that no one can understand you when you write like this? Can we write well? Damn it, let me take a look. , I can tell you the name!" Dylan Li's voice became louder and louder, and he could even sing high notes if he tried harder, "I haven't thought of a name yet!"

Ethan Lu touched his neck and said, "I don't understand. Can I play it for you?"

Dylan Li was as silent as death.

To be honest, Ethan Lu's songwriting skills are quite good. He is the hard-working and talented type. He is definitely the third type - the one who is both hard-working and talented. As the lead singer, he also sings well. It is not without reason that their band can dominate this area and is nicknamed the "Devil Band". Every time Ethan Lu would send out some incomprehensible drafts, the drafts were so rough that you couldn't understand them unless you heard him play it again... But when he played the piano, it was really hard to listen to.

Dylan Li was completely awake and completely sleepless.

"I just didn't wake up," Dylan Li explained, "Yan'er, I think your score may seem complicated, but it's not. I just didn't pay enough attention to it."

Ethan Lu: "Then you can feel it again."

Dylan Li: "Okay, I'll feel it again."

After putting down the phone, Ethan Lu folded the paper and stuck it on the refrigerator. Just as he was about to open the instant noodles, he suddenly remembered that the bowl he was holding had borrowed from the neighbor a few days ago.

There was a single woman with long hair living next door. Less than half a year after moving here, Ethan Lu didn't even know her name. Women usually don't talk much. They don't know when they go out during the day, and they come back later than him at night, so they are basically out of reach of him.

Ethan Lu planned to return the bowl first, so as not to forget about it again when he turned around. Before going out, he picked a few oranges from the fruit plate and put them in the bowl, then opened the door---

In their dilapidated building.

In the narrow corridor on the sixth floor.

At this point, at this time, stood a very suspicious man.