Although, just tell me if it’s rock and roll enough!

Pochi was dumbfounded, moving around inside the box. The young man couldn't see her expression through the box, so he naturally didn't know the girl's embarrassment of being discovered.

However, Hai Mingli had also experienced these things, so he knew everything about the girl fainting during the performance just now.

At the beginning, Hai Mingli told the girl: "Performing is so simple, just go on stage, open your eyes, close them and it's all over."

In fact, he only said the first sentence and not the second sentence.

"...I was also very nervous during my first performance! I remember that my soul was out of my body." Hai Mingli scratched his head, "I was playing the electronic piano on stage, and my soul was flying around in the sky..."

So great, physical instinct!

“…Eh, is that so?”

Hearing Hai Mingli talking about his own story, the girl felt a little relieved. It turned out that Mr. Hai also suffered from social phobia!

Teacher Hai is my predecessor, and it is amazing that I can be so similar to him.

"Okay, the chat time is over, I have to go to work."

Hai Mingli took off his suona, and under the girl's gaze, he held it high and began to play.

At this moment, in front of the old man's mourning hall, a loud suona sound rang out.

The sound was as sharp as sunlight, spreading to every corner of the memorial area.

……

"What is Hai Mingli doing? Why is he suddenly asking me to accept this kind of order?"

The black-haired girl was sitting on the edge of the stage playing with her cell phone. She was wearing a standard JK outfit for a campus girl. Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and she had a petite figure. People who didn't understand would definitely think that the girl was a junior high school student.

She was wearing a pair of black stockings on her slender legs, the color of the stockings was black with a hint of pink. The girl ignored her little feet and let them dangle in the air.

"That's strange. I haven't received this kind of order for a long time..."

When we were broke, the band did this, accepting commercial performances at weddings and funerals. But the main reason was that we were broke, and we would starve to death if we didn't have more channels to make money.

but……

Isn't Second-Hand Rose rich now? Why would they need to take on commercial performances?

This is just asking for trouble.

Suzumiya Ryuna was wondering when the team member next to her came over. He glanced at his phone and asked the girl:

"Boss Liang, shall we go?"

"...Go, why not?"

The girl turned off her phone, still confused in her mind, but her eyes were still as firm as before.

"Now that Boss Hai has spoken, why shouldn't we go to support him?"

My friend, you seem to be a little unfaithful to Hai Mingli.jpg

"Let's go, no more practice tonight. Let's pack up and get ready to leave. Boss Hai has told us to go to the Red and White Commercial Performance."

The girl stood up and asked everyone to pack up and get ready to leave. She also found the guitar case and stuffed the guitar threads into it while replying to Hai Mingli.

"Give me the address, I'll be there right away."

Although she didn't know what Hai Mingli was up to, as a close friend and childhood sweetheart who had known each other for so many years, the girl knew that this guy would never try to cheat her.

……

Hai Mingli has played the suona several times.

After each session, he would set an alarm on his mobile phone. After making sure that the time was correct, the abstract young man would fall asleep leaning against a pile of white chrysanthemums.

And Pochi-chan didn't know whether she had fallen asleep or felt insecure. She tried to lean towards the young man, without saying anything or having any other reaction.

Through the mango carton, Hai Mingli didn't know what the girl's expression was at that moment. Was she nervous about the unfamiliar environment? Was she excited about the next Second Hand Rose performance? Or...

Just sleeping on him.

"My condolences."

"I'm not a family member. The family members are across the street. I'm here to work."

It was another person who came to mourn. He thought Hai Mingli was a relative of the deceased. With a sad face, he took out a cigarette from his cigarette box and gave it to Hai Mingli.

After Hai Mingli finished explaining, the other party still insisted that he accept it, saying "thank you for troubling me, Master". Seeing that he couldn't convince the other party, the young man had to nod and accept it.

I can’t tell how many cigarettes I have received today.

From what everyone said, Hai Mingli gradually sketched out the life story of the deceased in his mind. He was a good man, loved by his neighbors, but because he believed in all kinds of religions, the altar was a mess.

Fortunately, Hai Mingli doesn’t care about beliefs. He only cares that the other person is a good person and he is not cheering for a bad guy.

A wave of thoughts came to his mind. Looking at the people coming and going to pay tribute, the abstract young man suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if bitter gourd juice was spilled, and inexplicable sorrow filled his mouth and internal organs.

hiss……

He lit a cigarette, but for fear of disturbing the girl next to him, he put the cigarette far away and let it burn without taking a single puff.

"Pochi-chan, are you awake?" he asked, "If you're awake, can you please knock on the box?"

Pochi-chan tapped on the mango carton.

"Would you like to hear a story?" he asked.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Pochi-chan knocked on the mango carton again.

"hiss……"

Hai Mingli picked up his cell phone and looked at the time. Fortunately, there was still half an hour before the next suona performance.

This story is neither long nor short, just enough time.

"Hiss...My mother is dead."

Hai Mingli thought for a moment and immediately added: "No, no, my mother is not dead... It was before I was a teenager that I thought my mother was dead."

I don’t know if it was because these words were too shocking, the girl was nodding regularly just now, but at this moment, the girl didn’t make any sound, as if her whole body froze after hearing Hai Mingli’s words.

"It's not just my mom, actually," Hai Mingli scratched his head, "At that time I thought my dad was dead."

"Before my freshman year in high school, I was always taken care of by my grandparents and had never seen my parents."

"I always thought I was an orphan. When I was a child, my parents entrusted me to them before they passed away."

"My grandparents were also abstract, so it would have been fine if I hadn't asked them, but the weird thing was that they never mentioned it, and they didn't say anything, which led me to really believe that my parents had passed away."

"I was in adolescence at that time, and I was thinking about sadness and death all day long. After every random thought, I thought of my parents who were far away in heaven. I felt so angry that I always felt like writing something."

“I chose music, I chose to write songs.”

"Do you know the song 'I Want to Bloom'? Yes, I wrote it in memory of my parents."

“Only at the beginning!”

"It's a pity. I never met my parents at that time, so I don't know what to write or how to describe them."

"In the end... I chose to write nonsense."

"That's enough about my parents' death. Normally, this is the time to say something like, 'I'm a filial son, I'm lonely.'"

“But reality… is so much fun!”

"One day, they came with two large boxes of money and rushed directly to my grandparents' house."

"I remember that at that time, I had only written half of the song. The music was ready, but the lyrics were still to be finalized."

……

"Hamiri-kun, we are back."

A heavily made-up young woman walked in with a small bag. She wore sunglasses on her face. She held the boy's face with both hands and squeezed it hard, as if trying to force a smile on the boy's face.

A strong man followed the young woman. The boy reluctantly looked up and felt that he was somewhat similar to the man.

"Don't play with Hai Mingli." The man said to the young woman, "He is not young anymore."

……

"That's my dad! That's my mom!"

Hai Mingli's tone was particularly helpless. "You know what? The most abstract thing in the world is that you are your dead mom and dad to the outside world, but when you grow up, your mom and dad are waiting at your door with two boxes of cash and rubbing your face."

Not dead! Why don't you come to see me? Isn't this crazy?

The abstract young man was telling a story to himself, but Pochi-chan still didn't respond. She leaned against the young man across the box without saying a word, and she didn't even move to knock on the box.

(ps: To be continued)

(I’m not just rambling or writing nonsense!!)

(Preparation!!!)

Volume 1 Wow! : Chapter 163 I can only sing for one night at most!

"Are you asleep? If you are asleep, I won't tell you."

It is not known whether the girl heard what Hai Mingli said. In any case, the girl still leaned against Hai Mingli, but there was no movement inside the mango box.

hiss……

He actually wanted to continue telling the story, but seeing that no one was listening, there was no need for him to continue recalling those crappy things.

But after thinking for a while, I realized that it was uncomfortable to keep these things in my heart. No matter if anyone listens or not, I'd better say it out first to make myself feel better.

"After that... I lived a wealthy life for a year. My parents' company was very big, so big that I couldn't even imagine it."

"During that period, I lived like a god. Every day when I went to and from school, a special car would pick me up and take me directly back to the villa. The private music teacher I hired was also waiting at home, and I could choose from a variety of instruments."

"That's when I learned the Hundred Eighth Martial Arts."

"Then... it was just the usual rebellion of a rich kid. I didn't want to inherit the family business, I just wanted to run away."

"So I took the initiative to stop paying my parents for my living expenses and started to work on music by myself. During that time, I met two other members and formed the band Second Hand Rose."

"Later... when I quit the team and wanted to inherit the family business, it was gone."

Hai Mingli thought he had already gotten used to this rough ending, but when he suddenly brought it up, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He quit the team and opened a bar, but ended up losing his family business. It's ruined!

"Anyway... I originally wanted to commemorate my parents with this song, but the two old guys are fine and still alive and kicking."

A man passed by and handed Hai Mingli another cigarette. This time he didn't say anything and just took the cigarette.

Hemingway continued:

"…In the end, someone left before them."

"The person this song is commemorating has changed."

The cigarette in Hai Mingli's hand was burned out, and in the end, he didn't take a single puff.

He is not a smoker. When he first invited Aunt Liang to join the team, he also lit a cigarette. At that time, he did it to pretend to be mature, but now... he simply wanted to light a cigarette.

Afraid that the girl would be suffocated by the smoke, the abstract young man carefully placed the cigarette farther away and let it burn. He did not bring the cigarette closer.

White smoke curled around, a hint of ash stained his fingertips, leaving a faint smell of cigarettes.

Hiss, it’s about time…

Hai Mingli looked at his cell phone and saw that it was almost time to play the suona, so he pushed the girl slightly and then picked up the suona.

Afterwards, a loud suona sound was heard at the funeral.

……

"coming?"

Hai Mingli saw Suzumiya Ryuna and waved from afar. The black-haired girl also saw Hai Mingli sitting and waved back at him.

The group led the people from Second Hand Rose away to discuss the next performance.

"Wait, I'll take him with me."

The girl pointed at Hai Mingli and said, "This guy is our boss."

"What am I going to do?"

Hai Mingli pointed at himself and said, "I want to talk about business with you. Is that true?"

He put down the Pochi sauce in the mango carton, stood up and slowly walked towards the girl.