Chapter Four hundred and ninety-one People without ideals are not sad!(1/2)
The recording site of "Chinese List".
Perhaps because the program team released the promotion that the band was going to play songs today in advance, there were many middle-aged men who were obviously in their thirties and forties.
The group of people have different clothes and different figures.
Some people wear suits and ties, like successful people.
Some people wear jeans with sweatshirts, which are extremely ordinary.
Some people have plaid shirts with work pants, and they are obviously practitioners in the IT industry.
Some people have big belly and prominent belly, and they probably have many social gatherings and beer belly.
Some people are not very thin, like a bamboo pole, but very energetic.
One of the middle-aged man in a suit and tie might feel that the indoor was too hot, so he took off his thick winter suit and rolled up his sleeves.
On his naked forearm, there was a vaguely unwashed tattoo of "Rock Immortality" written!
Fans of other idols looked at the group of people who didn't look like star chasers when they looked curious, but came to a song show to be the audience, and were confused.
But when they saw this tattoo, they immediately realized it!
These people are here to support the band's rock music!
Although these seem to have no relationship with each other, they gather together because of a common hobby.
That's rock!
It is rock music, bringing together these strangers from all walks of life and even from different ages.
"Huh~"
Ye Weiyang, who was standing in the darkness on the left side of the stage, also saw this scene.
He took a deep breath.
Don't know why.
He was obviously very adaptable and used to the stage, and he could perform freely on the stage without changing his expression, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little nervous.
This kind of emotion that has not been felt for a long time is very wonderful and indescribable.
Looking around the world, rock music is far less in a state of bright golden age.
But as the hedgehog sang: "A generation will eventually grow old, but there are always people who are young."
Seeing many Chinese rock fans who love rock and roll, still struggling and blooming in the enthusiasm, Ye Weiyang felt warm all over.
He felt the meaning of his existence in this world like never before, and felt the unique charm brought to people by music!
"Come on, for these fans!"
Ye Weiyang formed a circle with his teammates, shouted to cheer up, and then took them up onto the stage with his head raised!
“The band is open!!”
“Rock is not dead!!”
"Rock is always young and loves forever!"
“Let's rock n' roll!”
"Chinese rock, reborn again!!"
As soon as the band came on stage, they were greeted with the ultimate cheer!
Rock fans from all social classes who were reserved just now immediately tore off their disguise and showed the crazy side of rock fans!
In summary, it was all screaming and howling, which scared the fans of those idol groups a lot.
"Are people who like rock and roll so... wild?" the girls complained in their hearts.
The non-closing band on the stage was also a little scared by this enthusiasm. After staring at me for a while, Ye Weiyang came to his senses and said with a smile: "Everyone is so enthusiastic."
"It seems that there are many people today who are all aiming for rock."
"Then I won't say much nonsense. A song about rock, "People who don't have ideals are not sad" is given to everyone!"
Yang Xiao lowered his head, reached out to play with the electric guitar, and a low but not dry rhythm and melody resounded.
Wu Dawei's bass and Jing Bo'an's drum beat followed.
The prelude and main song part of "The Unhappy People Without Ideals" are actually not "rock" at all, not restless, not harsh, and not strong sense of rhythm. They are the depression before the shout comes, and the thunder before the landslide.
"My favorite record store, yesterday was her last day."
"The fragments that once intoxicated me are all scattered on the street."
"I love to go to the bookstore, she has never survived this summer."
"The memory text flows with nostalgia, but there is nothing to miss."
Ye Weiyang held the microphone in both hands, deliberately lowered his voice, and sang the main song dullly.
The nouns written in the lyrics are actually all hidden images of the most beautiful things I have loved in childhood or in the past.
And this kind of beautiful thing that can never be returned to is actually the "ideal".
"People without ideals are not sad"
When Ye Weiyang first heard this song, it was because of a movie, "Sewing Machine Band".
In the movie, Cheng Gong saved 100,000 yuan by driving an excavator at night to save his ideals and his rock dream.
Forming a band, playing rock, and making rock brilliant again is the ideal that Cheng Gong, who is middle-aged, is still sticking to.
But in the end, Cheng Gong's rock ideal was not realized.
A real estate boss easily dumped a bank card worth 500,000 yuan, which ruined Cheng Gong's rock ideal.
Ironically, that big boss was once a rock young man with faith.
To this day, Ye Weiyang still remembers the lines of the big boss in the movie.
"Oh, ideal!"
"I have been doing rock dreams for many years, so what can I do if I rock it?"
"When I was building a big guitar, I also bought steamed buns and took the piano to visit the workers."
"But one day the doctor said that Jianguo's mother was sick and wanted to have a kidney transplant. What should I do?"
"Do I go to the street to rock and roll for someone else's kidney?"
"Later I realized that money can help you, but ideals cannot."
When the big guitar was pushed down in the movie, the string in Ye Weiyang's heart also broke down.
Close your eyes and Ye Weiyang continued to sing.
"But the dreams you once had become blurred and invisible."
"Those battles for ideals are just for money."
"But the person I hate the most has never died in front of me."
"I've become old before I'm young, and I have no solution in this life."
The big guitar fell, wouldn't we be rocking anymore?
When we come home after work every day, watching the whole box of records and rusty guitar strings, will we feel a little emptiness and powerlessness towards our ideals?
In the audience, the group of thirties and forties, the eyes turned red as Ye Weiyang's singing.
A person's life is actually a process of constantly compromising and struggling with his own ideals.
Some people admit defeat, some compromise with reality, and some people gradually bury their ideals in the soil during this struggle.
The cynical rock young men in the past cut off their long hair.
Some entered the construction site, some opened their own convenience store, and some inherited their own company and became the best.
The ideal that I once fought for has been quietly integrated with money.
But, did everyone really give up and make a complete compromise?
In the lonely night in the quiet and quiet night, isn’t there a trace of sadness and sadness that I gave up my ideals?
On the stage, Ye Weiyang no longer suppressed his whispers slowly, but suddenly pulled the topic down, roaring loudly in a collapse, and all emotions burst out at this moment!
"I don't want to die in the loneliness of failure!"
"I don't want to live underground all the time!"
"Material scam, hurrying ant!"
"Not sad if you don't have ideals!"
"He is not sad!"
The group of thirties and forties in the audience could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
Born in ideals, die in desires.
To be continued...