I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 168 Witness Here

Anjie turned her head; at this moment, she no longer cared what Lin Yan thought of her.

There were no tears beneath the smoky makeup.

"You tell me, for someone like me, becoming like that—"

She pointed to the bass guitar lying on the ground.

"What's the difference between this and going to hell?"

The cigarette butt flickered on and off.

"Since I'm destined to become a mute cripple."

Anjie stubbed out the remaining half of her cigarette.

"Then I'd rather light myself up while I can still make the loudest noise."

She looked at Lin Yan.

"If you're afraid of dying, leave now."

"That fire was the grave I prepared for myself."

Outside the window, the rain continued to pour.

Lin Yan's mind went blank.

He got it.

The previous loop.

He thought he was giving away a spoiler, telling her that her father would lock her in and set her on fire during the performance a few days later.

The following night, an unquenchable evil fire broke out here.

He originally thought it was the corrective force of the illusion, the world punishing him, the virus that tried to change history.

result----

She set the fire herself.

When they learn that the final performance they were preparing will be ruined, or even used by others.

This punk girl values ​​her voice more than her life —

They did not choose to run away.

She simply moved her original plans forward.

As resolute as ever.

On that rainy night when there were no spectators, in this familiar workshop.

She set herself on fire.

Before anyone could take away her right to speak, they ended the lifeless body prematurely.

"Grass."

What is this?

Even if it means reloading the save file and starting over, even if it means reading through all the scripts.

In the end, what truly sealed her fate was her own incurable pride.

Can't help.

How can you save someone who is determined to die?

I've always said I don't like playing these kinds of youth literature scenarios.

These young people are driven mad by hormones; I have no idea what they're thinking.

What time is rehearsal tomorrow?

Lin Yan walked up to the pile of gasoline drums, picked up a drumstick, and tapped it twice.

Sister An was stunned.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? That's the graveyard I chose for myself, I don't need it—"

"I heard that. Isn't it just imitating arson before he dies, which will land him in jail for life?"

Lin Yan interrupted her, and that smug smile that An Jie found infuriating reappeared on his face.

"I'm your stagehand, and now I also play drums."

"If the lead singer is going to cause a ruckus, he can't just not have a beat, can he?"

"I'll still be here on time tomorrow afternoon, don't be late, Boss An."

After saying that, Lin Yan threw the drumsticks onto the gasoline drum, turned around and walked out of the workshop.

The next three days.

Rehearsals continued as usual.

Lin Yan never mentioned the fire again, nor did she mention her illness.

Even Sister An suspected that what happened that night was just a dream, and that nothing actually happened; he knew nothing at all.

Lin Yan arrives at the workshop early every day, wipes down the gasoline cans, and then wraps the leaky wire from yesterday with black tape again and again.

Huang Mao and the other musicians were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

They boasted to everyone they met that they were going to hold an unprecedented rock festival in Workshop 6 in a few days, and that they would blow out all the repressed people in town.

To liberate the soul, to be soulful.

Only Lin Yan and Sister An knew the truth, but no one revealed it to them.

The two had a tacit understanding, like a thin layer of ice on a glacier.

No one dared to step on it too hard, for fear that the abyss below would be exposed.

The evening before the performance.

After rehearsal, Huang Mao and his friends went to a small noodle shop at the street corner to drink and celebrate.

These days, going to a small noodle shop is considered a pretty good restaurant.

Lin Yan was the only one left in the workshop, tidying up the cables.

A dark object fell at his feet.

Lin Yan looked up.

Sister An leaned against the second-floor railing, a Honghe cigarette between her fingers.

Lin Yan picked up the things from the ground.

It was a diary with a blackened cover.

He had seen this thing in a real office.

He dusted off the cover and went up the stairs.

The wind was stronger than usual on the rooftop.

Sister An was only wearing a black vest.

She gazed at the distant chimneys, bathed in the glow of the setting sun and reflected in the clouds.

"I originally planned to burn this before the performance."

Anjie turned her back and flicked off her cigarette ash.

"————This lousy place."

"There are also some shady things that can't be brought to light."

"Burn it clean."

Lin Yan held the diary in her hand, without saying a word.

"But I changed my mind."

Sister An turned around and looked at Lin Yan.

It's rare to see someone so calm and collected; they've become less irritable and more peaceful.

"I was thinking—"

She paused, bit her lip, and seemed very unaccustomed to speaking such soft words.

"In this messed-up world, there has to be at least one person who remembers that I once lived so loudly."

Lin Yan looked at her.

He reached out, pulled the burning Honghe cigarette from her mouth—which was almost burning the filter—and stomped it out on the ground.

"Draw less smoke, it will affect your performance."

Lin Yan put the diary into his inner pocket and patted his chest.

"I remember, you not only lived a loud life, but you were also a very qualified lead singer."

Sister An was stunned for a moment. This kid always knew how to say something pleasing.

She grinned and smiled.

He laughed freely, so much so that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Get lost!"

"Go buy me two bottles of Beibingyang soda, and they have to be ice-cold."

On the night of the performance.

Abandoned workshop No. 6.

Unlike later generations, there were no spotlights, no dry ice, only a few lamps hanging overhead.

But the workshop was packed with people.

Countless young people secretly gathered here.

Those who are usually unrestrained or repressed, those who come in groups or alone, all huddle together.

On the makeshift stage made of wooden planks, stood today's protagonist.

Today she wore an exaggerated corpse-like makeup, starkly black and white, to conceal her increasingly pale complexion.

Her spiky leather jacket was like her battle armor.

【Funeral Love Family: Heavy Metal Nun】

Lin Yan inexplicably thought of this title.

The group names chosen by the system are all very appropriate.

He sat at the back of the stage, holding two drumsticks in his hands.

"Are you ready?"

Anjie, carrying bass on her back, glanced back at him.

Lin Yan raised the corner of his mouth and tapped the two iron drumsticks together in response.

"clang!"

The clash of metal instantly drowned out the noise from the audience.

Sister An turned around and faced the dark mass of people.

She raised her hand and swept it across the strings of her instrument.

Rough.

harsh.

Yet it possesses a power sufficient to tear apart all hypocrisy.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Lin Yan slammed down the drumstick in his hand.

Perhaps it was the weather that was perfect, but the band's rhythm was in perfect harmony today.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

They swayed.

They shouted.

They channeled all their pent-up confusion and anger into the noise.

Sister An jumped and roared wildly on the stage.

She had no time to worry about her ruthless tactics that could strike at any moment.

She poured out the last spark of her life onto these ruins.

Give it your all, without reservation.

This is a real carnival.

It was also a swan song whose ending was predetermined.

Whether the outcome is good or bad.

Lin Yan is here to bear witness.