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

This is crazy, to do this at a funeral!

"Ha, is this the power of Second-Hand Rose?"

The girl turned around and saw her calm sister Xingge had already been infected by Ershoumeigui. She murmured, "Kouye! It's Ershoumeigui! Everyone, get out of here!"

This was the early advertising slogan of Second-Hand Rose. If you are not an old fan, you have never heard of this sentence.

"is it?"

The stage and the audience were all filled with people listening to Ershoumeigui's song and there was no trace of a funeral atmosphere at all.

Once the white chrysanthemum wreath next to it and the old man's mourning hall at the back were removed, who would have thought that this was a funeral and not a disco scene in some underground bar.

But... the strange thing is that even though the atmosphere around them was so lively, the girl deep in it remained silent, so silent that even her sister Xingge didn't notice anything unusual.

because……

The girl hated funerals, very much.

When she was very young, she witnessed the death of her loved ones. That day was no exception. At the funeral surrounded by white chrysanthemums, the funeral music sounded and the venue was filled with people coming to pay their respects.

Just like now, she was staring blankly at her surroundings, as if she was cut off from the whole world. The surroundings were bustling with activity, but the girl was the only one who was silent.

"what's going on?"

The girl Hong Xia was still playing the prelude vigorously on the stage. The abstract young man looked over and saw that she was in a bad mood.

The fans in the audience were having fun listening to Ershoumeigui's songs, but the girl had a stern face and stood out from the others, as if she was looking for trouble.

What's going on?

Isn’t Second-Hand Rose exciting enough?

Hai Mingli was wondering if he was not in the right mood or if he played a wrong note. The next second, the drummer Xiaoliang's voice came from the headset:

"Boss, why aren't you singing yet? You're already dancing to the beat!"

Jumped? Hai Mingli wondered, was he distracted?

"Hurry up and change the tune. Play for a few more seconds. I'll follow you."

As Hai Mingli spoke, his mind quickly thought of a solution. He rubbed his fingers on the guitar strings, and a note full of tension popped out on the entire string.

Don't be distracted! If you can't even get your students excited, how can you be a qualified midnight DJ... Oh no, a guitarist and lead singer!

But how long will it take for the mission to start?

Hai Mingli looked straight at the girl, and the system countdown appeared in the center of his vision.

[Six minutes to start the mission...]

"What's going on..."

In the backstage, Suzumiya Ryunasaki took a sip of water and just put down the cup, she was stunned when she heard Hai Mingli missed the beat, and the hand holding the cup also froze in the air.

Oh my god, Hai Mingli, what's wrong with you? You can even make a mistake in this song.

Hai Mingli has been writing the song "I Want to Bloom" for many years. This song has appeared on young people's convenience papers since the time when Second Hand Rose was still a band.

After years of creation and being sung countless times, this song can be said to be the most proficient song by Shanghai Mingli.

When the girl heard him choose this song, she was about to cheer in the background, "It's stable, everything is stable." But the beat was wrong...

There's still trouble?

Sure enough, Hai Mingli was right - don't be too confident and admit defeat when it's time to do so.

"Okay, let's begin!"

Hai Mingli shouted in the headset, and then the abstract young man took a deep breath and prepared to start singing the lyrics.

In Hai Mingli's eyes, the system countdown appeared in the middle of his field of vision, and the numbers on it were still decreasing slowly.

Through the eye holes in the cardboard box, he fixed his eyes on the blonde girl, and the countdown in the center of his field of vision also happened to overlap with the girl.

...Don't be anxious, don't be anxious.

Hai Mingli stopped his fingertips and began to sing the first line of the lyrics

"The time when feelings are at their highest" (when feelings are at their highest)

"Who cares about the life and death of the world?" (Who cares about the life and death of your world)

"Love is a mistake, relationship is a mistake" (Love is a mistake, relationship is a mistake)

"Divorce means awakening, remarriage means obsession, and remarriage means persistence."

The mature and magnetic male voice is input into the microphone, blended with the sounds of other instruments along the wires, and then output through the speakers.

Listening to the song, the people in the audience fell into carnival again.

……

The warm and moist air once again filled the air, as if you reached out and grabbed something, and when you pulled it back there was a handful of water vapor on your hand.

The girl stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the newly engraved name on it. She was silent for a long time.

"Is my sister not back yet?"

A magnetic male voice was also heard. The girl looked up in surprise and saw the boy holding a white chrysanthemum in one hand and a cigarette in the other, facing the girl.

Squinting her eyes, the girl wanted to see the boy's face clearly, but for some reason, from the girl's perspective, the boy's face was blurry and had no features.

She couldn't remember what the boy looked like.

"She...didn't come..."

My sister said that she liked a band called Second-Hand Rose, and she also said, "Although this band hasn't been formed yet and is just a small group, I believe it will have a bright future."

"is that so……"

The young man murmured.

The funeral fell silent again.

In the silence, suddenly, a burst of cheerful music broke the silence...

"Private flowers, saki, and buds." (I want to bloom ~ I want to sprout ~)

"The spring breeze and the rain are the same as the private ones." (I want this heavy rain to fall)

……

No, no!

The audience was like the sea, rising and falling with Ershiermeigui's song. Hongxia looked up in surprise, her eyes fixed on Hai Mingli.

Hai Mingli's live lyrics are connected with the lyrics in the girl's memories, as if it were a coincidence, and the previous sentence just happened to follow on.

She was breathing rapidly, and it seemed as if lightning flashed through her mind. Thousands of thoughts became active at this moment, and dusty memories were awakened at this moment.

Tokyo, funeral, and Second-Hand Rose.

Hongxia recalled something, or rather, she faced some memories that she had never had the courage to face before.

[There are three minutes left to start the mission...]

As the system countdown gradually decreased, the young man on the stage looked at the girl uneasily and played the guitar restlessly... He was afraid that the countdown would end soon, so he just lay down on the spot.

When the girl looked up, Hai Mingli looked directly at the girl through the countdown window and the hole in the cardboard box.

He was already extremely nervous, and the sudden eye contact was like someone observing the young man through a magnifying glass, which magnified his fear.

After a few breaths, his hand trembled, and then the sound of the guitar disappeared.

"……what's the situation."

"Why did the music stop?"

The audience was in an uproar.

The abstract young man looked down and saw that the guitar strings were broken.

...Did I tighten the string too much just now?

...or did I use too much force?

The moment he looked into the girl's eyes, Hai Mingli read a lot of things from her eyes, suspicion, sadness, collapse and... fear.

Hai Mingli's breathing stagnated. Wait, he seemed to sense that something was wrong, as if... he was about to grow a brain.

It seemed that he had forgotten something very important. Hai Mingli tried to recall it, but after trying for a long time, he just couldn't remember it.

My head feels so itchy, it feels like I'm about to grow a brain.

"Shit, something really happened!"

Backstage, Suzumiya Ryuna didn't care whether she had a box on her head or not. She grabbed the prepared guitar strings and rushed backstage in one step.

"Finished calf..."

[One minute left to start the mission...]

Looking at the broken strings hanging in the air, Hai Mingli's mind went blank. It's over, it's too late to perform, the time is running out!

"I……"

A hand snatched the guitar from his hand. Hai Mingli was stunned. He looked down and saw the black-haired girl holding her guitar and quickly removing the guitar strings.

The girl was not disguised. She was wearing the big red jacket that Hai Mingli had changed out of before going on stage. Her hands were constantly working on the guitar, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

"Go backstage, are you still trying to embarrass yourself here?"

The girl shouted, not stopping her hands from working.

Finally...something happened...

Okay, I'll leave first, Hai Mingli responded silently, and then prepared to go backstage.

It’s strange. Why did my heart suddenly beat fast when I looked at Hong Xia just now?

He looked up, wanting to see the girl's reaction, but when he saw the girl take action, the abstract young man was stunned.

The blond girl walked through the crowded crowd and suddenly ran outside.

Behind her, a mango carton was also moving through the crowd. However, because the carton was too big, Pochi-chan in the carton was moving very slowly.

and many more!

Hongxia, why are you running?

and also!

How did you kidnap my Pochi-chan!

……

Pochi-chan is very autistic.

"Hey hey hey hey! Hongxia, slow down! I can't keep up!"

Seeing that her good friend was about to leave, the girl no longer cared about her social anxiety and spoke in one breath without stuttering at all.

"Don't chase me! I'm going to find Sister Hiroi!"

The yellow-haired girl said in a resolute tone. She remembered that Sister Guangjing fell asleep in her own bar. As an alcoholic who soaks in a pool of low-quality alcohol all day, she must have a lot of bars on her body? !

An inexplicable depression surged into the girl's heart, and a sour taste rushed to her nose. The girl couldn't hold back, and a few clear tears flowed from her eyes.

That day...that day...

What on earth happened that day?!

“You…you…slow down!”

Pochi-chan was out of breath, trying to run after the girl. The cardboard box greatly restricted her movements, and...she really couldn't run anymore...

Why are you running? Why are you running?

If you come here, who will take me back?

I have social phobia ahh ...

"Slow...slow down..."

The mango box followed Hongxia through several streets and after turning a few corners, the green light at an intersection in front of Hongxia came on.

"Pochi-chan, stop chasing me. Why don't you just go back with my sister?"