In the Maxim Western Restaurant, the maple and chestnut leaf-shaped chandeliers and wall lamps emit a dark light, reflecting the gilt rattan pattern on the wall.
Wearing a backless black evening dress, Song Huaigui stood on the spiral staircase and scanned his territory.
At this moment, Fang Yan and Liu Sola suddenly appeared in her sight.
"Teacher Fang, you are such a rare visitor. It seems you haven't been to Maxim for a while."
Song Huaigui walked down the stairs slowly like a queen.
"Yes, long time no see, Manager Song."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I went on a business trip to Japan a few days ago, so I have time now."
The two of them greeted each other for a while. Only then did Song Huaigui turn his attention to the unfamiliar-looking Liu Sola.
“Who is this?”
“She is a new writer I am responsible for.”
Under Fang Yan's introduction, Liu Sola simply introduced himself.
Actually, this is not the first time I have come to Maxim Western Restaurant. After all, this is known as the holy land of Chinese rock music.
At that time, many Yanjing rock bands that were not accepted by the mainstream could only perform on a small scale in venues including Maxim Western Restaurant.
"Hello, Miss Liu."
Song Huaigui shook hands with her and said, "Teacher Fang, do you still follow the old rules and open box No. 5?"
"We are mainly here to find people this time." Fang Yan looked at the empty stage, "Aren't Cui Jian and the others here?"
Song Huaigui smiled and said, "Here they are, they just finished their performance and are taking a rest now. Rest in the room, do you need me to call them over?"
Fang Yan waved. Hands, "We can just go over there. Manager Song doesn't mind if we chat with them for a while, right?"
"Of course I don't mind, Teacher Fang, please help yourself!"
Song Huaigui said politely : "Do you need me to deliver the wine you have here later?"
"That couldn't be better."
Fang Yan took Liu Sola and, under the guidance of the waiter, walked through the long and narrow corridor to the more remote and quiet lounge.
It was said to be a lounge, but in fact it was a cramped and narrow room. A pungent smell of smoke wafted out from the open door.
“Brother Jian, how is your album doing now?”
“What else can you do, it’s gone!”
"No way? I think your album is pretty awesome!"
"No publishing house is willing to accept it for publication, and there is no way to release an album no matter how awesome it is."
>"Alas, Lao Cui's album can only be played in our own small circle. How can it be like Teacher Fang!"
"Isn't that right? Those songs written by Teacher Fang have become popular, "Lady Luxury Fragrance", "Loess Plateau", and "Love Me China". When I walk down the street every day , I can always hear this song and that song, not to mention our Yanjing Song and Dance Troupe.”
“…”
In the midst of the discussion, Wang Yong suddenly said: "How about we also try to change careers and play pop music?"
"What nonsense!" Cui Jian said with a slightly hoarse voice, "We You are playing rock music, how can you make pop music?”
“What if rock and pop are connected?”
The discussion came to an abrupt end with the sound coming from outside the door. .
When the figures of Fang Yan and Liu Sola came into the eyes of Cui Jian and others, they all suddenly stood up in unison:
"Teacher Fang, why are you here!"
"Don't I want to listen to your rock music."
Fang Yan looked at Cui Jian, "I heard from Manager Song that you were released last year A rock album, right?”
Cui Jiandao: "I'm ashamed to say it, but it's my solo album called "Contemporary European and American Popular Jazz Disco". The results are not very good..."
Liu Sola's eyes suddenly lit up, "Album! Can you lend it to me to listen to?" Listen! ”
The members of the Seven Plywood Band looked at me and I looked at you, and then they all turned their attention to her.
Although I don’t know who this person is, I can’t say that someone who can walk with Teacher Fang is just an ordinary person!
"Her name is Liu Sola, she is a music teacher at the National University of China..."
The two groups of people got to know each other through the introduction of dialect. Because it was the first time they met, they were very unfamiliar with each other. .
But when the topic came to rock music, Liu Sola, Cui Jian and others became more and more happy as they chatted, gradually narrowing the distance between them.
"My brothers seem to have heard of your name and your band."
Cui Jian was surprised, "But there has been no news in the past two years. Some people said that your band was disbanded, and some said Said you guys had a breakdown..."
"What a breakdown? It's just that after graduation, everyone went their separate ways and had no time to train. Practicing, rehearsing and performing, it won’t be disbanded.”
Liu Sola shrugged, “Unlike you, I can get together to form a band and play rock and roll. I really envy me.”
< br>Cui Jian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, you don't have to envy us, our band is about to break up."
Liu Sola and Fang Yan looked at each other and asked puzzledly: "Why?"
"Oh, it's hard to explain in words."
Cui Jian said quietly: "Once the passion for rock and roll is gone, life will be difficult." There are only chicken feathers left on the ground."
Just as each of them turned into a depressed and frustrated man, Song Huaigui personally delivered the foreign wine.
After a few glasses of wine, everyone started chatting under the influence of alcohol. They either complained about his wife or parents who disliked him for playing rock and roll and not doing his job properly, or he was under pressure from all sides including his work unit, music industry, and society.
The entire underground rock music scene in Yanjing fell into a trough, depressed and confused, and could never see a bright future.
“A few days ago, our song and dance troupe gave me and Brother Jian an ultimatum. We are not allowed to borrow the unit’s rehearsal space to rehearse rock music.”
Wang Yong said dejectedly: “Now We only dare to take turns arranging at the homes of a few brothers. Practice."
Liu Sola asked: "Why is it taking turns?"
"Because I can't stay for a few more days, and the aunt wearing a red band will come to warn me that I will be reported. Disturbing people and playing pornographic songs.”
Wang Yong curled his lips, "There are many old people in the neighborhood, and they call us 'rock bastards' now."
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, vaguely remembering a movie starring Cui Jian. , seems to be called "Yenjing Bastard", and there is a source for the co-authorship.
Everyone sighed, not knowing what to do. In fact, the last snowflake was left before the band Seven Plywood collapsed and disbanded.
Cui Jian asked: "Forget about these frustrating things, Teacher Fang, you must have something to do with us today, right?"
Fang Yan nodded: "That's right, she wants to write a movie about Youth literature with a rock theme may need an original rock song, but we will publish this manuscript in the next issue, and it is definitely too late to start writing now..."
Cui Jian understood, "So you want to cooperate with us and let her write our band's works into her novels?"
"Yes, this will not only be good for her, but also good for you."< br>
Dialect said: "Your rock songs will Together with her novel, what do you think?” I dare to believe that one day my songs will be on the mainstream media.
Fang Yan joked: "This can be regarded as the first time that rock music has appeared in a mainstream magazine."
Cui Jian hesitated and said: "Teacher Fang, will there be any problems with this? I mean maybe It will cause huge criticism..."
"It is better to have controversy. I also hope that her manuscript will And your works can stir up some splashes like pebbles."
Fang Yan patted his shoulder: "It would be best if it could arouse widespread attention and discussion among young readers."
< br>Everyone couldn't help but be moved, and couldn't wait to ask Liu Sola about the story content of "You Have No Choice". Liu Sola answered all the questions unhurriedly, then took a sip of wine and said:
"As written in the book, I am destined to make music. There is no other choice. I just want to tell readers what the music and the sound of the 1980s could be like. Not only folk music, but also classical music, pop music, and rock music too! When someone mentioned "You Have No Choice", you can talk about literature as well as music, preferably rock music!"
"Pa!"
Wang Yong was extremely excited and shot. He lifted his thigh and said, "I'm here to help you!" Then he looked around, "Brothers, don't be stunned, hurry up and show your attitude!"
Seeing that his friends all disagreed, Cui Jian naturally raised his hands to support, "Teacher Fang, which piece of our music are you going to pick?"
"It depends on you." Fang Yan added , "Of course, no bad words , and don’t violate the taboo.”
Cui Jian suggested: “I understand, what do you think of my song “It’s Not That I Don’t Understand”?”
“Can you play it briefly? Let me listen?" Liu Sola said hopefully.
Cui Jian crossed his legs, hugged the guitar, and sang acapella in a familiar way:
"In the past, I didn't know what a broad mind was. In the past, I didn't know that there were many strange things in the world..."
"The future I fantasized about in the past was not the present, but now it seems clear what the future is.
Oh. , Oh, it’s not that I don’t understand, the world is changing fast!”
“Okay!”
Liu Sola clapped his hands and frowned when he saw Fang Yan, “Teacher Fang, do you think this song is good? Okay?”
"I can't say it's not good, but it's not very suitable for your novel. There's a slight conflict in style." Fang Yan said, "Are there any other songs?"
Cui Jian then played two new songs by the Seven Plywood Band. A rehearsed song, but the quality and standard are not as good as "It's Not That I Don't Understand".
Suddenly, Wang Yong slapped his forehead and reminded: "Brother Jian, didn't you write a song at home a few days ago!"
Cui Jiandao: "This...this song I It didn’t take much time, the lyrics and the music are not finished yet.”
Fang Yan asked: “It’s okay, let’s play it. What’s the name of the song?”
"Nothing!"
Cui Jian combined the melody and beat in his mind and sang it out:
"I kept asking when will you come with me, but But you always laugh at me and have nothing !
I want to give you my pursuit and my freedom, but you always laugh, I have nothing.
Oh... when will you come with me, oh... When will you come with me..."
The more he sang, the louder his voice became. Many things that had been accumulated in Cui Jian's heart were released like a flood.
Liu Sola's eyes widened, his heartbeat accelerated, and he was so excited that goosebumps broke out all over his body.
Fang Yan said with a smile: "How is it?"
"Teacher Fang, this is it! It has to be it!" Liu Sola shouted categorically.
Cui Jian stopped and wondered: "But the song "Nothing" is not complete..."
Fang Yan said: "There is no rush, as long as it is completed before the end of March."
"If it is March, it should be in time!"
Cui Jian's heart was relieved, But what surprised me even more was that Fang Yan was going to recommend this song to the Audio and Video Publishing House.
"Can this work?"
Wang Yong and others were overjoyed at first, and then fell into worry and doubt. Can the mainstream music industry accept "rebellious" rock music?
"If you don't try, how will you know whether it works or not?"
Fang Yan encouraged: "This step, you should regard it as a rock and roll challenge."
Including Liu Sola, there were many people present. All of them are rock music fanatics, and they were greatly moved by Teacher Fang's behavior.
What moved them even more was that Fang Yan waved his hand and invited everyone to drink and celebrate. Commander Fang would pay for all the expenses tonight!
…………
After successfully connecting Liu Sola and Cui Jian, the follow-up drafting work of "You Have No Choice" was handed over to Zhu Wei.
And Fang Yan needs to focus his energy and time on the latest issue of "World of Reasoning".
The night gradually dimmed, and the day-like light shone on a thick stack of graph paper, densely packed with words.
The door was gently pushed open, and Gong Qie crept in. "Sorry, I just finished filming and came back late. Have you eaten?"
"Have you eaten? ." Fang Yan stood up and rubbed his wrists.
"I was worried that you hadn't eaten, so I bought some on the way."
Gong Qie took out the aluminum lunch box from the net bag and saw that one box contained hot rice, and the rest contained braised cabbage and pot roast. duck.
Fang Yan raised his hand, "It's okay, I happen to be a little hungry again."
"Don't hold on if you can't eat."
Gong Qie He handed over the chopsticks and then came to the desk to put them away, "Are you still writing your mystery crime novel?"
Fang Yan chewed the rice and nodded.
“Serious case group?” Gong Qie was puzzled, “I seem to have never heard of this unit.”
“This is a temporary establishment for serious criminal cases. The team’s members are all elite backbones such as public security and forensic doctors drawn from various departments, just to meet the deadline. Within, we will investigate the case." Fang Yan explained, "If he were in Xiangjiang, he would still be a formal police officer."
"That's right..."
Gong Qie flipped through the character information. "The tiger of the crime team, Cao Dahua... Interpol Zeng Keqiang, nicknamed 'Dazeng'..."
While eating, Fang Yan asked: "The Oscars will be held at the end of March. Can "Stewardess" be finished by then?"
Gong Qian frowned lightly, with a look of regret on his face, and sighed quietly. .
"Conflict?"
Fang Yan rolled his eyes, "How about I go talk to Zheng Xiaolong and the others, try to film your scenes first, and then wait for you to come back from the Oscars , and then continue filming. In the next few days, I will film other people’s scenes. Do you think this arrangement is okay?”
“Pfft!”
Gong Zhen couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud.
Fang Yan came to his senses and said, "Okay, you dare to lie to me!"
Gong Jie stuck out his tongue, "Who allowed you to be so inexperienced in deceiving yourself?"
Fang Yan turned his back and ate silently, pretending to be deceived and sulking.
“Okay, it’s okay if I’m wrong, don’t be angry.”
Gong Qie walked up to him, squatted down, and explained that Shanghai Film Studio had just organized the core members of the "Under the Bridge" crew to participate in the "Chinese Film Week" held in the United States. It was in early April, not far from the Oscars. How long.
“This is a good thing!”
Fang Yan put down his lunch box and chopsticks.
"Yes, and Mr. Wu and Zhang Yu will also participate, uh, uh..."
Gong Zhen reached out and picked off the rice grains from the corner of his mouth,
"This is not like you usually say what you have to say."
Fang Yan said: "Do they want you to ask me for some help?"
Gong Yuechi told the truth: "Mr. Wu and Director Bai also want to see foreign people. Award Ceremony, I want to ask you if there is anything you can do..."
Fang Yan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "Well, when we get to the United States, I'll call Spielberg and ask about the situation." (End of chapter. )