Chapter 6 Part 1 The only secret on the main street of love and happiness that we once learned

Part 1 The only secret on the main street of love and happiness we once learned (1) After the staff quietly listened to the fat girl's statement of the fact that she was oppressed, she asked again, is there anything else to add? The fat girl blushed and squeezed out a word: She, she is still talking in the dormitory, talking... say what?The staff is persuasive. She tells dirty jokes! What dirty joke did she tell? So the fat girl talked for a long time.They understood, but their faces were tense, their mouths pursed, and they refused to laugh out loud. Okay, what a rock singer.The staff feel sorry for me.

I rarely sing, and I never play rock music in the house.There are about three female rock singers in this city, including me, and the other two can wiggle their asses.Because I have a degree from an institution of higher education, I don't twist my ass; I don't make money because I don't turn my ass;Chunhua is right, rock singers are more dangerous than others.Through the murder incident, I understand a truth: to cover up.Don't think that you go to class, eat, sleep, and go to the cafeteria step by step like everyone else. If you greet everyone with a smile and make a good relationship, others will not recognize you.

One month after I was ordered to move out of the dormitory by the dormitory management department, I ran into Chunhua, a fat girl on the road.She was wearing a white dress and a blue scarf, with her head held high, her steps were slow, and she brushed past me proudly, turning a blind eye to me.She needs to gain self-esteem and pride in the confrontation with the outside world, but forgets that I have never been her imaginary enemy. do you know?We call you The Kill Kill Girl.Because of the song you sang, we only understood one word, which is kill, kill, kill.In front of a cheap Sichuan restaurant next to a university, two Dutchmen said to me.They are about to return to China, and they are traveling in China for two weeks. They think that I am the most famous singer in China, and they mention many famous female singers abroad to compare with me.They desperately put the dishes they don't like into my bowl, and asked, Who do you want to kill? (Who do you want to kill?)

myself, I said. Like all girls growing up, I hated myself deeply. Rock music is pioneering.It's how many people's behavior software, modern superstitions, fashion codes, and I'm just an ordinary, vulgar woman.I like supermarkets, and I will only be moved when faced with such rich and silent material.I like household utensils-quilts, pillows, backrests, mattresses, curtains, glassware, rattan coffee tables, paper towels, hooks, porcelain bowls, metal spoons with fine holes, pepper bottles, these are very specific substances, very detailed Material, how easy it is to remind people of happiness!I'll do some mental calculations to buy a discounted pink slip dress for this year's summer that's on schedule -- it's the cheapest pink dress in an expensive mall, and for days I'll be prudent and occasional Extravagance feels overwhelmingly exciting.It's the most common style, but it fits surprisingly well.This comforts me: I am soft, eclectic, and can be hidden under any garment or fabric.

I bought a lot of discounted long skirts in various colors, and hung them lively and brightly to fill a wardrobe.I keep changing dresses and they are all very, very long.Then a boy came up specifically to say, you shouldn't be wearing such long skirts because they cover your legs.Later, he became my guitarist.And when we were on stage, I was wearing the big red dress (it was cheap) as usual.As always, it covers my legs.I - am - a fish - as always, I fantasize about wearing black grid stockings and having all sorts of wonderful encounters with my male fans. There have been very experienced musicians who kindly reminded me that I am not suitable for singing.He said why don't you write some songs that are sung on the grass like the campus singers?I'm just too lazy to put on an innocent face. Forgive me for becoming extremely precocious and stubborn at this time. I think those wandering gloomy souls need more sympathy and comfort than metaphysical sad youth. Vulnerable and humble, even more vulnerable.

I named my band "Happy Avenue".So far, I have not had a drink with a music critic, nor have I called them a brother.Nobody calls "Happy Avenue" definitively rock 'n' roll, because it's always not brash enough, angry enough, or industrial enough.It's not pop, it's not folk, it's not metal, it's not rap, it's not death, it's not punk, it's not goth.So far, we still don't know what it is.Its luggage is full of willful, surly, ferocious, indifferent emotions, full of contradictions and full of flaws.The lights went out, but the cold music began to warm up.Yes, we're just gentle, carnarians, the most fucking grotesque circus in town, performing alchemy, resurrection, and self-murder for kind strangers.Soon, in our rehearsal grounds, low-quality flashy mansions will be erected, and machines will swallow upstarts from business, politics, and countless service industries including sex services, and the future of "Happy Street" will be deserted. Knowing that she is lingering on her last breath, she will die at any time.And I, a southern woman with a blurred face, a humble and unknown school student, under the lights of the stage, still enthusiastically and naively fantasize about becoming famous in one fell swoop and becoming famous all over the world.

I thought female singers had to sleep with their producers.The humid southern weather always makes women like us overly cautious and good at hiding, but once we are uprooted and linger in the dryness and cold of the north, our faces will become blurred and our voices will be shrill.Only a very good producer can understand the two separate people in the female singer's body: one is a female student with a blurred face, and the other is a female lead singer with a shrill voice.A singer needs to be fulfilled by a producer. Her fame is unstoppable because she has hidden and rich potential. She is no longer a little girl who dares not sing, nor is she a humble and obedient schoolgirl. Rely on a skilled and discerning producer.All the first-class recording equipment, just to deal with the details: processing, embellishment, adjustments, additions and deletions.Tens of millions of net worth, just to achieve a humble nameless woman.

Thinking of this, I am full of innocent enthusiasm like all girls who dream of becoming a princess. Part 1 The only secret we ever learned about the main street of love and happiness (2) It started off as a nonchalant, rhythmic, steady humming.Then, the voice becomes brighter, capricious and capricious; the change of mood is important, an immature girl, an immature little woman.Alternate, repeat.As if something was suddenly opened, the sound is getting louder, higher, and more excited, all the instruments are whistling, drums, distorted guitars, bass, violins, together with the vocals, are twisting hard Together, impermanence, surly, artificial, violent.Exhausting, screaming, repeating, without restraint... Finally, all the voices suddenly disappeared, only sighs remained, getting lower and lower, farther and farther away.Everything is coming to an end.It was like a nightmare that came and went out of nowhere.

Actually it's as beautiful as the soul... I slumped to my knees. It's all over and someone picked me up. I want to sleep with you, he said. I wanted you the first time I heard your song.Did you know that your voice is louder than rubbing plastic foam than glass.But penetrating, with qualities of cold and warmth at the same time.I found you, they don't understand you.I always wanted you.You can call me a hooligan, but I'm a normal man. I couldn't help smiling: Thank you for looking up to me, but I'm a good girl. We say good girls generally point to the bed, he said.

I don't have much experience. I will teach you, he smiled brightly.The British producer has white teeth. I also laugh.But there are too many long-legged girls in this world. I have desires that are unbearable, he said. I like you too. Then why don't you sleep with me? Compared with making love, I hope you have warmth for me. Do you have a lover? Yes, in imagination. Did you have sex with him? This is the secret, I will always remember the temperature of his skin. Why don't you sleep with me?I have... an erection. Because... I want to be a faithful woman. Who are you loyal to?

It's ridiculous.I don't know whom to be loyal to.I like you, and I like all healthy men.But I still have to stay true. In fact, we have been hinting at each other. may be. You are beyond me. You just need some woman.You don't need me. Where are the women? At the end of the street, there is a gymnasium, and a hundred meters into it, there is a club, where there are many women.You can go to them. I always dream about the Dolphin Hotel. Waking up in the morning, it dawned on me that I might have lost my copy of Dance, Dance, Dance forever, or never had it.I would sit in the dim old library every Monday through Friday afternoon and read Dead Man's Books and Dance, Dance, Dance.Rest on Saturday and Sunday until death. I sat in an armchair in the library, pinning my hair with a red hairpin.Peach blossoms after peach blossoms, spring after spring, the librarian is still washing clothes in the corner.The scribe girl finished her elective homework and was never seen again.I heard someone calling my name faintly outside.I want to stand up, but I can't.I sat there, motionless, and gradually felt that my whole body was transparent and flawless.This terrified me.