Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

    This weekend is destined to be busy for Lin Hui.

    Early on Sunday morning, before he had left the night before, he received a call from He Jianshan's younger brother, He Jianchuan. He Jianchuan said that their band had a performance at a bar at night and invited him to play. Lin Hui originally wanted to push it away, but He Jianchuan kept persuading him enthusiastically: "Brother, come on, just come and listen to the song, I sing well."

    The tone of his words was particularly sincere, and Lin Hui was embarrassed to refuse, so he agreed.

    The place where He Jianchuan performed is called "Bai Jing". It is a music bar that has just opened. The overall decoration is full of literary style. After Lin returned, he didn't see He Jianchuan. He found a seat not far from the stage and sat down, and ordered a casual drink. After waiting for a while, the drink did not arrive, and He Jianchuan came first.

    He Michuan wore a shirt today with his hair pulled back and looked much more mature. As soon as he saw Lin Hui, his eyes lit up: "Brother, how is my body, handsome?"

    Lin Hui joked: "A little worse than your brother."

    He thought that He Jianchuan would be dissatisfied, but he looked like a hero: "My brother, absolutely!"

    It seems that maturity is an illusion, and it is still that stupid in essence.

    The two chatted for a while, when they heard a voice shouting: "Chuanzi!" He Jianchuan turned his head and said quickly: "Brother, I will go up to sing later, I will ask them to give You bring a fruit plate."

    Lin Hui smiled and nodded.

    He Jianchuan's band is called "Haystack Poets". There are four people in total, three men and one woman. He Jianchuan is the lead singer. The first song he sang was a love song on a bad street. It could be heard that he was not the kind of singer with mellow skills. It could even be said that he was a bit "clumsy", but it was precisely because of his clumsiness that it seemed that there was something in his singing. The emotion is very sincere and moving. I have to say that He Jianchuan looked very childish, and he sang really decently.

    He Jianchuan sang three songs in succession, and by the time of the fourth song, they finally arrived at their original song. The song titled "Answer" seems to be the one mentioned in the last fight. Lin Hui listened to it carefully. He Jianchuan's voice is clean and clear, the tune is melodious and gentle, and the lyrics adapted from poems are matched together. It can be said to complement each other.

    This is a very sincere piece.

    To be honest, it exceeded Lin Hui's psychological expectations. He couldn't help thinking, as expected of He Jianshan's younger brother, if he really performed at the annual meeting, Wan Zhu would have to pay extra.

    The band's performance ended at 10:30. After the end, Lin Hui, He Jianchuan, the band, and their two friends went to have supper together - He Jianchuan took Lin Hui's car, and the rest of them were in a car. The group agreed to go to a "big turntable". Shop to eat BBQ. On the way, He Jianchuan kept asking Lin Hui how he was singing and whether the song was good or not. Lin Hui praised a few words and said that he could sign directly for the company to debut.

    He Jianchuan pouted: "No, our haystack poets are free."

    Lin Hui heard him say the words "Haystack Poet" and asked curiously, "Why is your band called this name?"

    He Jianchuan got excited: "I chose some poetry and appreciation in the elective course before, the teacher in the class is quite old, but the person is very easy-going, I actually can't understand it, go to Just sleep."

    "It sounds very unpopular, didn't you choose the popular elective course that is so good?"

    "Yes, I forgot what he said in class anyway, but he said a sentence, I still remember it to this day."

    Lin Hui was a little curious: "What did you say?"

    "The most moving poems in the world are not written, but picked up by lying on the haystack in the sun."

    Lin Hui thought about it for a while: "It's an inspiration."

    "Yes, yes," He Jianshan became excited, "Brother, can you get to that point? Anyway, I was hit at once. Then I named the band 'Haystack Poets' ', I hope that when we write songs, we can always have inspiration, think like a spring, and be excited."

    Lin Hui glanced at He Jianchuan, thinking that he is a person with delicate and rich emotions, and is also very sensitive to the people or things around him. It is really suitable for eating art.

    The big turntable roasting bar is only 4 or 5 kilometers away from the bar, and they quickly arrived at their destination. Since there were a large number of four men and three women, and the weather was comfortable, everyone decided to sit outside to eat. Young and lively boys and girls were sitting around the table, talking, laughing, and making noises. When Lin Hui heard them chatting, it seemed like he was back in college, and he became more relaxed. During this period, some people also became interested in Lin Hui. No one could ignore such a good-looking little brother who was different from his peers. A daring girl asked directly, "Does Brother Lin have a girlfriend? ?"

    "No, I'm too busy with work, so I don't have time to fall in love." Lin Hui smiled and divided the mutton that was just delivered.

    "Brother, you are so good, you don't have a girlfriend? This is unscientific!" He Jianchuan couldn't believe it.

    The girl was speechless: "He Jianchuan, is he really your brother? Why don't you know anything."

    He Jianchuan was a little unhappy when he heard it. He picked up the mobile phone on the table and said nonsense: "Of course it's true, my cousin, look, we all bought our mobile phones together."

    It's also a coincidence, Lin Hui and He Jianchuan's mobile phones are indeed the same brand and model, the girl's eyes turned around on their faces and muttered: "It's really a bit like..."

    Lin Hui: "…"

    When it was almost time to eat, Lin Hui took his wallet and quietly ran to the store to check out. On the other side, He Jianchuan opened another bottle of beer, filled it up with the boy next to him, and shouted with pride, "Cheers!"

    "He Jianchuan, your phone!" A girl shouted, seeing that he had some wine on his hand, the girl even helped him connect the phone.

    He Jianchuan took it without looking, smiled and shouted, "Hey, who is it?"

    There was silence on the other end of the phone.

    He Jianchuan waited for a while, but no one spoke. He thought it was a harassing call. Just as he was about to hang up, he heard an indifferent voice from the other end: "He Jianchuan."

    He Jianchuan shivered for a while, and hurriedly took off the phone and glanced at the screen, the huge word "Mr. He" hurt his eyes - this was Lin Hui's phone.

    He Jianchuan swallowed, and quickly put the phone back to his ear: "Brother, I'm sorry, this is Brother Lin's phone, I, I took it wrong."

    "Where's Lin Hui?"

    He Jianchuan stretched his neck and looked around, and found that Lin Hui was coming from the door of the store, and said hurriedly: "Brother Lin is back, I will help you—"

    "Brother Lin Hui! Come and eat this!"

    "Brother Lin, the eggplant is ready!"

    "Brother Lin, help me with a pack of paper."

    He Jianchuan had to stop because of the shouting one after another, and the voice was clearly transmitted to He Jianshan's ears through the mobile phone.

    He Jianshan: "…"

    He Jianchuan bite the bullet and explained: "We are eating barbecue...and my...friend..." His voice became smaller and smaller until Lin Hui walked in front of him, He Jianchuan hurriedly put his phone in the In his hand, he gestured with his mouth: "My brother!"

    Lin Hui nodded, took the phone and walked to a quiet corner: "Hello, Mr. He?"

    He Jianshan pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "...Is barbecue delicious?"

    Lin Hui laughed secretly in his heart, but he pretended to answer seriously: "Lamb and crispy bones are good."

    He Jianshan: "…"

    "Is there anything you want me to do?"

    He Jianshan was silent. In fact, there is nothing important. He just finished his work and wanted to rest for a while. Then he thought of Lin Hui, so he made a phone call and asked, "That's right, you need to rush the contract from Huaisi."

    "Okay, Mr. He."

    He Jianshan paused for a while, then said, "Why do you suddenly go to a barbecue?"

    "Mr. He's band has a performance today, please let me listen to the scene, and I will invite them to have a barbecue."

    "Oh? How's it going?"

    "Well...it's the level of extra money needed to perform at the annual meeting."

    “…”

    The wind was a bit strong at the corner, and Lin Hui's hair was blown in a mess. Not far away, He Jianchuan and the others didn't know what they said, and suddenly burst into a loud laugh, which was especially obvious in the quiet interval. He Jianshan suddenly remembered the enthusiastic shouts of the girls just now, and recalled the sentence Xue Pei asked him earlier, "What kind of person do you think is worthy of Assistant Lin?" He moved slightly and blurted out: "What kind of person do you like? "

    "...What did you say?" Lin Hui was taken aback.

    He Jianshan realized how strange it was to ask such a question at this moment, and hurriedly added: "...Xue Pei said he wanted to introduce you to someone."

    "Oh, oh." Lin came back to his senses, "I, I..."

    He "me" for a long time, and finally after waiting for a long time, he said with a sense of loss: "I like to talk."

    What does it mean to talk?

    Is it a kindred spirit or a soul mate? Is it to say nothing or silently accompany?

    This sounds too false, and He Jianshan is confused. He wanted to ask more clearly, but when he heard faint singing coming from the phone, He Jianshan was silent again. Lin Hui listened to He Jianshan's shallow breathing on the phone, and looked at He Jianchuan and the others, leaning on their shoulders, shaking their bodies and singing. sound:

    This is the most beautiful season

     Dreams can be forgotten

    flowers everywhere

    Shadows all over the mountains

    This is the most beautiful shade

    Shake the sun

     Gently walk down the mountain

    The wine glass clinks

    This is the most beautiful wine glass

    You can sing

    Put the fragrance on and pick it up

    The sun is all around

    This is the most beautiful sun

    Print the flower on the ground

    Who will pick up the shadow

    Whoever picks up the light

    …

    Lin Hui suddenly laughed.

    He thought, He Jianshan must not understand, just like now, they don't have to say anything, just listen to the same song together, that's a kind of conversation.

    The author has something to say:

    Answer by Gu Cheng. When I saw this poem for the first time, I thought it would be suitable to be adapted into a ballad.

    Next week should be the ellipsis part of the copy, see you next week!