Chapter 13 Li Shimin in the first quarter

"After singing this song, I will leave this city." Xuanzang held the microphone and said calmly to the audience, with a tricky smile on his lips.As he expected, the entire Chang'an Stadium became silent in an instant, as if an invisible giant hand had pulled out the power of all the speakers in an instant. Whether it was the fanatical fans waving light sticks or the musicians who were busy tuning strings behind Xuanzang, they all froze in place, stunned.The only person who remained awake was the lighting engineer at the scene. He sent a spotlight to Xuanzang in time. The strong white light shrouded the slender body of the lead singer of Journey to the West. Rock-eyed and holy.

Xuanzang in the beam of light stretched out his middle finger, and said to the sky with a high ratio: "I'm going to the west!" In a gorgeous box closest to the stage, the cigar slipped silently from between Li Shimin's fingers, in his Several somersaults were folded on the dragon robe, and the flaming end fell on the expensive Dashi carpet.He didn't bend over to pick it up, but raised his foot and crushed it hard a few times, a slight burnt smell wafted from the bottom of the leather shoe. The secretary standing aside seemed to see Mr. Li's lips twitching. She hurriedly opened the door to call a cleaner in, but was stopped by Mr. Li's gesture because Xuanzang started singing.

Xuanzang's voice was bold and transparent, easily resounding throughout the stadium.He was like a meteor that cut into the atmosphere, rubbing against the air unscrupulously, the flames radiated, and the surface of the scalding voice burned blazingly.This song "Gods and Buddhas Above" was performed magnificently by him. The eardrums and hearts of the listeners trembled with every high note, and groaned with every low note. The ups and downs felt as addictive as taking drugs. The musicians who just woke up from a dream hurriedly picked up their instruments, frantically trying to keep up with his beat.But Xuanzang ran and sang wantonly in front of Wang Yang, not giving these accompanists any chance to cooperate.The audience had already forgotten what Xuanzang said just now. They thought it was a gimmick deliberately arranged by the concert.

The colorful fireworks bloomed around the stadium without losing the opportunity. Xuanzang skillfully guided the large group of emotional communities, singing and dancing, gradually pushing the atmosphere to a climax.Suddenly, he grabbed the long-handled tin rod used for performance with his right hand, turned his body slightly, and half-bent his left leg, posing as a javelin thrower, and then threw the tin rod towards the VIP box. The tin rod drew an arc in the air, like a big bird shot in the wings by a hunter, and after flying about 20 meters, it landed dully on the ground, startling the nearby security guards.

The audience went crazy for Xuanzang's impromptu performance, imitating his posture and throwing paper cups, ribbons, drink bottles and mobile phones in their hands. The cheers were deafening, and the atmosphere of the entire stadium reached a point of ignition. There is no doubt that this is another successful water and land concert.Xuanzang's triumphant eyes swept across the box inadvertently, making Li Shimin's face even more gloomy... "What are you thinking!" Li Shimin stared at Xuanzang sternly, who was lazily leaning against the chair A pink towel with blue borders was draped around his neck on the sofa, and a can of iced Coke was in his hand.

"Go to the Western Paradise." Xuanzang replied easily. At this point the concert was over and the fanatical fans had dispersed.The staff is busy packing up the audio equipment.The rest of the band sat far away, not daring to approach the old duo. Li Shimin rubbed his temples wearily: "Now your White Horse Temple band is in a critical period! From now on, you are not allowed to speak casually without planning-you are a famous singer now, don't let a word ruin your career." Xuanzang squinted He squinted his eyes and looked at this peer with a fat stomach: "Is it your career?" He deliberately emphasized the word "you".

"It's our business!" Li Shimin corrected angrily, grabbed a stack of music scores on the table, and threw them in front of Xuanzang.Over the years, even though the cooperation between the two people has reached this point, Li Shimin still often feels like a young knight facing a fierce horse. Xuanzang's waywardness is the signature of the White Horse Temple band, and it is also a ticking time bomb.In the five years since its establishment, Xuanzang's repeated outrageous actions have fascinated countless fans, and at the same time caused headaches for his managers.Entertainment magazines praised Xuanzang for having a restless, free-spirited westward soul in his body, but only Li Shimin knew that this bastard was just a simple bad habit and never gave up rock and roll——Since the two met for the first time more than ten years ago, Li Shimin Experienced his unconstrained style and free will.

The air in the lounge was slightly stagnant, and the residual smoke from fireworks and the smell of pizza circulated quietly in the room.Xuanzang sank on the sofa, his fingers quickly ravaged the score into weird shapes, and his tone was slightly serious: "Hey, I'm serious. I plan to leave here." "Do you want to take a vacation? No problem. One month Is it enough?" Li Shimin walked back and forth in the lounge with his hands behind his back, like a wandering lion in a cage. "No, it's a complete withdrawal. It's been five years, and I've had enough singing." Xuanzang shook his head, folded the sheet music in his hand into an airplane, and threw it out the window.Before the plane flew to the window, it fell to the ground. "These things are just some delicate and fancy gadgets. This is not the music we wanted to bring to Chang'an City." "Why not? You saw today's concert, how much they like you." Xuanzang revealed The mocking smile that Li Shimin hates the most: "Like me? As long as you turn up the volume of the soundtrack and mix in more decorations, even if you bring a donkey to the microphone and bark, they will be so excited that they can't sleep. How about the singer? , It’s actually not important. What’s this called...um, commercial packaging?” “Don’t be self-willed! Be more mature, please!” Li Shimin felt insulted.

"I should be the one who said this to you!" The voices of the two adults became louder and louder, staring at each other, neither of them willing to back down, forming a static confrontation scene. Xuanzang thought that Li Shimin would punch him like before, hit him on the jaw, and hit him in the order of right cheek, nose, abdomen and back.Don't look at this guy with a big belly now, but he was a good boxer in the past. Xuanzang never won a fight with him. But this time Xuanzang miscalculated.The latter didn't move, but desperately bit the cheeks on both sides, as if this could kill anger alive.A minute passed, Li Shimin sighed suddenly, put down his fist, straightened the front of his dragon robe, turned and left the lounge.The door was slammed shut with a "bang", causing the whole room to tremble slightly, and a concert poster that hadn't been firmly attached fell, with the back facing up.

This made Xuanzang a little disappointed and a little guilty, he murmured in bewilderment: "This guy, is he really angry?" Just as Li Shimin knew Xuanzang very well, Xuanzang also knew Li Shimin very well.This man is strict in his work, rational to the point of boring, and Xuanzang is not the same person at all, but the strange thing is that the friendship between the two has lasted for a long time.Xuanzang's White Horse Temple band can achieve today's momentum, it is the result of Li Shimin's behind-the-scenes promotion. So when Xuanzang proposed to withdraw, he thought that Li Shimin would fly into a rage and beat himself up severely.But Li Shimin's reaction was unexpected, which made Xuanzang puzzled.

Xuanzang thought about it for five minutes, but he still couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it—human relations have never been his strong point.He raised his wrist to check the time. It was five minutes to twelve in the evening, which was a good time to escape. He took off the gorgeous cassock used for the performance, and threw it in the clothes basket.This set of battle robes has accompanied him through dozens of water and land dojos, and is as famous as the owner, but Xuanzang has never liked it. Once, Xuanzang was interviewed by the radio station, and the host asked about the cassock. Xuanzang replied bluntly: "No, no, it has nothing to do with artistic pursuits. It is a contract requirement." For this reason, Li Shimin yelled at him for a long time. Xuanzang took the light blue sportswear and a pair of running shoes that he had prepared long ago from the large travel bag, put on sunglasses, and even prepared an ugly maroon wig, which could just cover Rock's bald head.After dressing, he leaned over and took out an envelope from the side pocket of the travel bag, carefully poured out a small key from it, and tied it to a string of prayer beads around his neck. After getting ready, the superstar left the lounge, greeted the overwhelmed staff one last time, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked leisurely towards the parking lot of the stadium. At this time, the crowd had already dispersed, and there was only a snow-white four-wheel drive SUV parked alone in the huge parking lot. Xuanzang pinched the key on the Buddhist bead, the lights of the SUV in the distance flashed, and it barked, like a loyal dog that recognized its owner.If it had self-consciousness, it would definitely shake the exhaust pipe behind the car and run towards Xuanzang. Xuanzang had packed all his luggage into a package and put it in the back of the car.Now he only needs to open the door, start the engine, and lightly step on the accelerator to leave Chang'an. This escape plan has been lingering in his mind for a long time.He has been a singer for five years, and under Li Shimin's single-handed planning, he has become the most popular idol in Chang'an City.But every time Xuanzang sang a song, he felt like drinking a bottle of carbonated drink. It was colorful and exciting, but it was not nutritious, and it was easy to cause stomach pain. Most of these songs come from Li Shimin's professional team, which is completely industrialized.They make up the tune as precisely as a spectrum analyzer, and fill in the notes strictly according to the audience's nerve reflex arc and adrenaline secretion rate.Xuanzang himself also writes songs, but it is a pity that he will always be completely changed by these guys. Xuanzang, who had a strong self-esteem, couldn't imagine that these "whistles blown by a dog with tuberculosis" would be popular in the Tang Dynasty with his own name on them.Every now and then, he would make troubles to protest Li Shimin, but every time he messed up, he would be promoted by the promotion team as the individual brand of the White Horse Temple band, which would further promote Xuanzang's popularity... Really promote Xuanzang The decision was made last week. Late at night that day, he came out of the recording studio in a depressed mood, turned down all the invitations, and walked alone on the midnight subway on the Circle Line.The lights in the subway car were dim, and there was no one in the empty space. Xuanzang just leaned on the back of his chair alone, looking at the rapidly receding black wall outside the window, aimlessly circling around Chang'an City. Then he saw two traveling entertainers coming from the next carriage.The old one is called Guanyin, and he is already blind; the young one is only in his teens, and he calls himself Muzha. Avalokitesvara was wearing a shabby military overcoat, holding an old guitar in his arms. It was cheap, and the piano board was mottled, like a wild cat with skin disease; Mu Zha wrapped a circle of milky white plastic around his waist with black tape. Bucket, supporting Guanyin with one hand, knocking on the plastic bucket with the other hand, making a hollow sound, hoping to attract the attention of the audience. The old and the young obviously chose the wrong time, and there were very few passengers in the midnight subway.They walked through the empty carriages until they found the first audience in the carriage where Xuanzang was sitting. When Mu Zha saw Xuan Zang, he tugged Guan Yin's sleeve.Avalokitesvara stopped in front of Xuanzang, without any opening remarks, just picked up the guitar and began to play and sing, with a hoarse and desolate voice; Mu Zha beat the plastic bucket rhythmically with his immature hands, trying to beat the drums. Avalokitesvara's songs are not very pleasant, and her singing skills are also poor, but Xuanzang has not tasted the simple taste in the melody for a long time.Xuanzang closed his eyes, leaned his head against the window glass, and felt a switch in his heart was suddenly flipped. After singing, Mu Zha timidly handed an empty can to Xuan Zang.Xuanzang touched his pockets and found nothing but cigarettes and lighters.He usually has an assistant to take care of everything when he goes out, and he never brings any money with him. When he entered the subway just now, he still used his signature to exchange for a subway ticket from the young female conductor.Journey to the West Muzha showed a slightly disappointed expression, but Guanyin patted him on the shoulder and bowed to Xuanzang Rock: "Mr. is willing to listen to the end quietly, and I am very relieved that you didn't drive us away—you can listen to it again." One?" Xuanzang nodded blankly, and they sang another one.The song is probably written by myself, the melody is rough, the lyrics are sloppy, and many details have not been carefully considered at all, and they are all improvised.Xuanzang even suspected that even if it was the same song, there would be many differences when they sang it the second time. "In Li Shimin's eyes, this kind of music probably comes from the wild. It's too nonsense." Xuanzang sighed secretly. At the end of the song, Xuanzang couldn't help asking: "Why did you choose this time to sing? There is obviously no one in the subway." Guanyin pointed to her eyes: "I'm already blind. Is there anyone listening? Yes. It’s no different to me.” He pointed to Mu Zha again: “He’s still young, so it doesn’t matter to him whether anyone listens.” The two bid farewell to Xuanzang, Xuanzang asked where they were going, and Guanyin replied Said back west, then staggered toward the next swaying carriage.Mu Zha suddenly turned his head to look at Xuanzang's face, and then moved his eyes to the huge poster above the carriage. On the poster, there was a bald monk holding a Zen staff and wearing cassock, posing in a posture of being the only one in heaven and earth. Mu Zha's eyes lit up, and he grinned.Xuanzang was suddenly very ashamed, he felt that he was the one who was being given alms. Xuanzang withdrew his spreading thoughts, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.From that night onwards, he decided to give up all these so-called "careers" and go to the west like this old and young wandering artist.As for where it is to the west, Xuanzang didn't ask, which is actually not important. He started the car, and the front wiper swung a few times, making a weird rustling sound. Xuanzang frowned, poked his head out of the car window, and found a piece of paper stuck on the windshield wiper.The page is ink printed, the edges have been frayed, and it is very old.On the paper was a black and white out-of-balance photo, the singer's face was blurred, and next to it was a line of artistic fonts: Water and Land Performance, singer Xuanzang.Below is the time and location of the performance, and the typo of the location has been corrected by a red pen. "You bastard." Xuanzang laughed.This is the flyer for his first performance on stage alone, and it was printed by Li Shimin himself.Xuanzang remembered that at that time Li Shimin was a thin college student who stayed up all night in a borrowed printing workshop and produced hundreds of posters. The ink smell on his body lasted for more than a week.The two of them ran to the street to distribute the leaflets, and were almost arrested by the yamen servants. Xuanzang took off his sunglasses, drove the car out of the parking lot, and lit a cigarette by the way.In the middle of the night, the city of Chang'an was exceptionally quiet, and the city fell into a deep sleep after a day of hustle and bustle, except for a few sparse lights on the upper floors in the distance.The white SUV is galloping on the wide and deserted streets, and the exhaust pipe with a displacement of 4.0 makes a mighty whine, like a snow-white dragon galloping on the grassland under the starry sky. Xuanzang drove the car to the gate of a factory in the northwest of Chang'an City. This was the place where he held his first concert back then. Now it has been abandoned by the company, leaving only some huge mechanical wreckage lying quietly In the grass, it looks like a tomb containing the remains of giant beasts. A black and spacious car had already parked at the door. It was Li Shimin's car, and everyone in Chang'an City knew it. Li Shimin changed into casual clothes and leaned on the car to swallow the clouds.Seeing Xuanzang coming, he threw the cigar in his hand on the ground, stomped it out habitually, and said with a cold face, "I thought you wouldn't come." Come to my car." Xuanzang shouted.Li Shimin ignored him, walked straight to the front of the factory, opened the door and walked in.Xuanzang got out of the car and followed closely behind.The performance stage back then was demolished long ago, and now it is a conical pile of scrap steel slag, with huge black particles shining deep at night.The two silently climbed to the top of the steel slag and looked down, just like back then. "Sit down." Li Shimin ordered.Xuanzang lay down on the dregs, with his hands behind his head, his left leg dangling on top of his right.This angry action made Li Shimin a little funny, but he controlled his facial muscles and kept his expression in two states of indifference and anger. "Do you still remember this place?" Li Shimin kept standing. "Of course." Xuanzang replied. At that performance, there were only three or four people in the audience, which made Xuanzang so disappointed that he almost wanted to give up the performance willfully.Li Shimin held him tightly backstage, even if there was only one audience, he had to perform to the end.Coincidentally, among those three or four people, there was a talent scout who took a fancy to Xuanzang's potential, and his acting career opened up. "I remember when you said to me, since you want to make real music full of big talk, don't worry about gains and losses." Xuanzang looked up at the sky. "Do you think our efforts have been wasted all these years?" Li Shimin asked. Xuanzang did not answer his question, but asked instead: "Do you still remember our original agreement?" "Well, I will be the most successful businessman in Chang'an, and you will write the best music. It was a wonderful era. "Now you have achieved it, but I haven't." Xuanzang said, "I have to fulfill this agreement, otherwise how can I be worthy of you." "I know what you are thinking-cynical, maverick, no Willing to be manipulated by capitalists, hopeless idealism.” Li Shimin likes to list everything—whether it’s a market research report or a temper tantrum against his old friend—one by one, clearly. "You never consider the reality. Every time you finish your nonsense, you walk away. I'm the one who wiped your ass! It was then, and it is now! The whole of Chang'an will listen to me, but you, a damned guy, still go your own way!" "Is this a complaint or a compliment?" Xuanzang interjected.Li Shimin gave him a hard look, but refused to say the correct answer.His signature stare made all his subordinates and partners shudder, but it didn't do anything to Xuanzang, a reckless freak. Li Shimin didn't care whether Xuanzang understood or not, he rambled on for more than half an hour alone, listing all the losses caused by Xuanzang's departure.Xuanzang almost fell asleep when he heard it. He really couldn't imagine how a person could cram so many numbers into his head at the same time. "Do you want compensation?" Xuanzang asked. "Yes, stand up!" Li Shimin shouted at Xuanzang.Xuanzang got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body. In the next moment, Li Shimin's fist hit his chin hard, knocking him to the ground. "This punch is because you almost ruined my career!" Xuanzang staggered to his feet, and soon the second punch hit him hard on the right cheek. "This punch... is because I have wanted to punch you in the face for a long time, but I have never dared to hit you because you are going to be on camera." Li Shimin was so imposing, at this moment he changed from a professional agent back to the old one. A bad boy who solves everything with his fists. The third punch hit Xuanzang's abdomen so hard that he bent down in pain. Li Shimin took the opportunity to clasp his hands together and punched him on the back - the signature punch of the bad boy Li Shimin.Xuanzang was so smashed that his eyes stared at him. He subconsciously wanted to resist, but he never won a fight with Li Shimin. "The last punch is because you didn't fulfill our agreement!" Li Shimin's voice came into his ears, and Xuanzang, with strength coming from nowhere, roared and rushed over, hugging Li Shimin, and the two of them Rolling down from the top of the steel slag pile.The steel slag particles make a friction sound under the rolling and collision of the human body, which is quite metallic, like the prelude of a rock band. The two of them did not stop until they reached the bottom of the pile of steel slag, and parted panting.Li Shimin's face was black and white, his precious clothes were cut into many holes, and he was in a terrible state of distress; Xuanzang was even more miserable than Li Shimin, the handsome face that was popular in Chang'an was extremely miserable at this time, his lips and the corners of his eyes were cracked, and his cheeks were shattered. It was bruised and purple, and a stream of blood flowed from his nose, coiling on his fair face like an earthworm. The two looked at each other for a moment, trying to put on an expression of hatred, but in the end they didn't hold back, and laughed loudly at the same time.Laughter echoed throughout the empty factory.In the past, Xuanzang often fought with Li Shimin like this, this is their unique way of communication.But ever since the White Horse Temple Band got on the right track, the two of them became restrained, and they had never had such a soul-stirring fight.The two left the factory with each other's support, and stumbled to the side of the car. Li Shimin took out several pairs of OK stretchers and cotton balls from the car, and threw them to Xuanzang.He obviously came prepared and wanted to beat Xuanzang out of anger. "Sorry, I will come back with real music." Xuanzang suddenly whispered. Li Shimin threw him a cigarette and said with disdain: "Come on, every fresh graduate likes to say that... Is Xitian really that good?" "I don't know, but I have to go, my soul listens When it’s time to call..." "Shut up, don't come here for the literary youth's rhetoric. Let me ask you, what have you brought?" Xuanzang pointed to the snow-white SUV: "The guitar you gave me, the motor A microphone, a set of stereos, six CDs, and a few pieces of sheet music." Li Shimin looked at Xuanzang as if he were looking at an alien creature: "This is your travel equipment? Are you planning to rely on these things to support you to the west? "Yes." Xuanzang was a little confused. "Aside from singing, you're nothing but trash." Li Shimin cursed and stretched his body into the car, and pulled out a huge mountaineering bag, before he even had time to tear off the logo. Li Shimin pushed the mountaineering bag into Xuanzang's arms, Xuanzang almost missed him, the bag was bulging and very heavy. "Sleeping bags, small tents, lighters, flashlights, compressed biscuits, compass... and a lot of other things to ensure that you bastard will not die on the way. Take your time." "Thank you." Xuanzang grinned . "Go away, if you can't finish the agreement, don't come back to see me." Li Shimin got back into the car and left without looking back. Tonight, he planned to call all the management personnel out of the bed, and discuss it all night. The propaganda strategy of the White Horse Temple Band in the Zang Dynasty. Xuanzang watched Li Shimin's car disappear into the night, rubbed the wound on his face, and muttered to himself: "This guy still hurts when he hit someone." He muttered, dragged the mountain bag back to himself In the SUV, restart the car. "Good night, Chang'an." Xuanzang adjusted the rearview mirror, and finally took a look at the city from the mirror.The white SUV made a low roar, and slowly left in the dream of Chang'an City.