He picked up the phone and passed a few phone calls without expression. "Damn, I originally thought that mobile phones should be short-lived things. I didn't expect that now everyone is like a dog with a mobile phone...all taken out for a walk by the mobile phone." "So they invented a term called restraint or restraint. It seems like a couple, although there is no vow, but they are together." "Death to lovers, death to lovers! Have you forgotten our... spirit?" He closed the phone, jumped up, the tattoo on his arm was swollen and purple, it looked like a dagger It looks like a heart cut in half.

"I didn't mention you, why are you so fierce?" The person who answered shaved his head, put a cotton cap on his face, and enjoyed the lazy sunshine of early spring. "Baldhead, look, get up, isn't that pony ours? Damn, why did he walk with Da Pao..." The bald head didn't move. "No one belongs to anyone. Don't think that someone who comes to your performance once is yours." "Are we just wasting here? Doing nothing? We've been lying here for three days." "I guess we've hit a bottleneck. I've heard people say that's how it feels when we hit a bottleneck."

"How does it feel?" The bald man replied in a muffled voice, still motionless. "Nervous, heart palpitations, and then unable to write new things for a long time?" "I always feel that way the day before my exam. Sometimes I want to shit all day long." "Be fucking serious, I'm telling you the truth." The tattoo shook a broken heart on his arm. The bald head moved his body, and the wind blew over from the other side of the sharp mountain, neither fast nor slow. It was a good weather for playing. The wind circled on the top of the mountain, shaking a piece of miscanthus that had withered and yellowed in winter, warm like Huaichun girl combing the fur of her beloved little yellow cat.When the wind came to the valley, a few young people were showing off on the stage, and there were some people scattered sparsely under the stage.Although facing the stage, you have to feel that no one is really paying attention to the words, and that's it.

"It's said on TV that we're a drug-taking bobblehead here. Damn...you should go get some to do! Otherwise, they'll be slandering us." Broken Heart took out a pack of shriveled bobbleheads from his jacket. The smoke, in the breeze, does not catch fire at the point of death. "I'm almost out of food money, and I still have money to spend on drugs." The bald head reminded him coldly. "Baldhead... Damn, why did we bother to make ourselves like this." "..." The person who answered swallowed his saliva, and his Adam's apple under the brim of his hat moved rapidly up and down.

"Isn't this a fucking rock dream?" The bald man sat up excitedly. "But I always feel that this dream is becoming more and more meaningless...Even if I go to work, at least I know whether I have the ability to be promoted and earn a living..." He looked like he was about to cry. match. "But. I really feel more and more that I don't know what the purpose is." Broken Dim Sum continued. "Then what kind of work do you want us to go to?" the bald head who was a little bit in denial said that. "That's right, so many people spent so much money on the parade of the political party, and there are two or three kittens at the concert, what's going on?" Broken mind straightened his messy hair, which was deliberately dyed brown , just like the miscanthus that withered in winter in the background.But he didn't flick the pampas grass like a gentle wind, or flick his beloved cat like a girl in Huaichun.He always thinks that rock and roll people have this kind of virtue, deliberately making himself look weird, which highlights his own state of mind and shows that he has no opinion.

In the wind, there were ghostly roars from the distant stage, and the people on the stage bounced like grasshoppers.Several people in the audience began to react. "You said, are we here in this barren mountain to show grass? I don't believe that there will be people from the record company who will travel all the way here to find people." The broken heart said slowly .This honestly revealed the original purpose of the group of people coming here. "Call! Didn't you dial just now? Qiao Lisi, come and give me a call! The horse who taught dancing has come to the south, hasn't he?" The bald head supported his body, After lying down for an entire afternoon, the entire grass field has become a human figure.

"Damn it, it was played by the electronic music, and the hybrid faction over there, they work like vampires, and they are probably still sleeping now!" The sun was a little low, and it was unclear who had what such intentions.A few years ago, I started to hold a concert in this wasteland in the south, and I said that this is a performance that symbolizes the rebellious spirit of rock and roll. Then came some invisible cockroaches, mice, fleas... and bedbugs. "I think if we can keep the job in the record store, we should do it recklessly. Now many people can't find a job!" He scratched his head but showed no expression.

"Damn it... I wondered if it was some alien that spilled something in the air in my door. I always feel that there is something in the wind, which makes people feel impatient... Don't you think ?" "How can you not feel that this ability was bestowed on us by God as early as puberty!" "What and what!" Broken Heart muttered, but his eyes followed the couple who crossed in front of him. "Damn... couples die! Why are they wandering around here in pairs? Tell me not to open the room." "Maybe it's just come out..." Baldhead smiled.

"Don't make me more impatient..." "Maybe there are pheromones in the wind..." "Is there really such a thing as pheromone? You think..." As the broken heart said, it raised its armpit and sniffed it... "I guess there is, right? There are tubes of traps hanging in the orchard in my country, and many beetles were drowned in them. He said that they used the pheromones of the female beetles to kill them..." "That's right, I said that the aliens must have sprinkled some human pheromones here. Otherwise, as long as it is this season, why are the city people crowding into this barren mountain? And all the people who come here are... ... are all elites..." I don't know how he came up with it, but he actually used the word "elite".

"Elite... Ha! Ha..." The bald man laughed wildly. "I'm also fucking dizzy, I'm afraid I'm going to be sick." The broken heart also felt that he had chosen a word that he would never use in his life to make a sentence, and he couldn't get off the stage. "Will you drink a glass of beer?" He jumped up, as if there was a strong pheromone in the wind, he stretched and gestured to sniff in the breeze. "Damn it... pheromones... it smells a little powdery..." Standing in front of the ice bucket, the beer seller looked familiar, as if he could be seen everywhere in the wasteland.

"Do you want to call?" He smiled kindly, which usually means that he thinks highly of you before asking. "Don't! He almost fell off the stage last time!" The bald head was a little worried. "Where is it... I got entangled in the wire, okay..." The broken heart hurriedly defended.However, they hastily withdrew their well-intentioned temptation.Places with many people should not be too blatant, everyone thinks so "Someone was asking you just now!" said the beer seller. "Who...the plainclothes note!" The broken heart smiled. "A friend from a record company..." Very serious. "Don't be a donkey...how come those girls from the record company come to this barren mountain to listen to rock music?" The two walked towards the stage. "Maybe those girls from the record company are the aliens you mentioned." The bald man chose a seat and sat down.The people on the stage swallowed the whole microphone like crazy and roared. "That's right! Damn, why don't you always understand the music we make." Protested impatiently. "But... maybe it's just as well." "Xiao Xiao...?" The broken heart didn't understand what he meant. "I mean, the process is not bad! How about coming to this barren mountain to bask in the sun with great interest every year?" "Yes! Yes! And pheromones. And I'm about to get a fucking erection..." "You've always had an erection! Damn..." "Really..." The broken heart didn't think it was disobedient to respond. "What should I do next?" "What should I do if I come again?" The broken heart was still looking at the couples of men and women behind them. "Should I go help?" the bald head reminded. With a broken heart, he hurriedly fished out a playlist from his pocket. "Yeah, now it's couples going to die, and the next group will be Big Brother's. Fuck, they will definitely be scolded to death..." The two walked past the loose crowd to the other side of the stage. From a distance, I heard a few guys dressed as punks criticizing them. "Fuck... I just told you to help me. Where are you going? Get me the guitar lead. And the tuner. Fuck... Damn, I heard that someone from the record company came today. If it's over, you're fucking dead..." The scolding person combed his cock's head, and more than half of the hair that he had managed so hard to get excited fell down.The broken heart also anxiously helped to hold back... "Go... go... go, go! Everyone has finished singing. Get out of the way! Damn, I'll settle the bill with you later." I didn't even know what to do, I only saw two lumps of flesh in the black leather pants Dang on the steps up to the stage. Punk on the stage danced wildly, and the rooster head collapsed again.The two scolded people stood in the pheromones in the wind. "Just say that someone from the record company came to see it! Or the dick is like this." The broken heart felt aggrieved. "Then how do you get in? You don't even have the money for the car..." Before the bald head finished speaking, his broken heart stared at the hot girls diagonally across the stage... "There really are pheromones in the wind...there are everywhere..." the bald head thought like that. "Hey! How did you feel when you hit a bottleneck?" "Just nervous, palpitations..." the bald head asked with a guilty conscience. "I have never encountered any bottlenecks at such a young age!" The bald head thought like that.With a broken heart, he still stared at those girls without looking back. "I feel that way now." The wind was blowing gently, making a circle in the mountain depression, blowing the whole piece of miscanthus that had withered and turned yellow in winter. I really want to find a woman and fall into her arms... This kind of weather makes people feel impetuous! What's more...the wind is full of pheromones...