armyinform Chapter 511 Stereotype
Chapter 511 Stereotype
After some discussion, the menu was finalized.
Tang Wan clicked to submit the order, handed the phone back to Lu You, and waited for the food to be served.
At this moment, the previously motionless stage lights moved and changed, focusing on the center.
The customers below the stage cast their eyes over, and the noisy environment fell silent.
Tang Wan leaned down and got close to Lu You, and asked in a low voice: "Is there going to be a show?"
"I guess so."
As everyone was looking forward to it, a young man of medium height, plump figure, big round face, mustache, wearing a baseball cap, casual clothes and a guitar on his shoulder slowly walked onto the stage.
"Judging from his unkempt appearance, I am 100% sure that he is an artistic folk singer." Tang Wan said confidently.
"is it?"
Lu You looked at the young man on the stage carefully.
He was sitting on a high chair with his feet dangling in the air, his head bent over tuning his guitar.
Even though it is covered with lights, it does not shine much, just like a bucket of water scooped up from the sea, ordinary and unremarkable.
Lu You stretched one hand from behind Tang Wan's waist to the other side of her waist, tapped her with his index finger, and asked, "This outfit is not much different from my usual outfit, why don't you say I'm artistic?"
"You? No way!" Tang Wan waved her hands repeatedly, "You are too handsome, and your face is fair. You don't have the decadent temperament of someone who has been struggling in society, hitting walls everywhere, and is half-dead."
Lu You couldn't help but laugh, pinched the soft flesh on Tang Wan's waist, and said, "You are stereotyping, don't do that."
"What's stereotyped?"
"Strictly speaking, your favorite JJ Lin is also an artistic person. Does he fit the image of an artistic person that you describe?"
"That's different!"
The artistic young man on the stage tuned his guitar, checked the microphone again to make sure the reception was normal, then pinched the pick, gently strummed the strings, and hummed slowly.
The hoarse human voice and the trembling string sounds are intertwined to form a melodious and beautiful tune with a hint of sadness.
As Tang Wan expected, the literary youth sang folk songs.
The tune is straightforward and repetitive, and the lyrics are also simple and direct, without much to stand out from the crowd.
The implicit story is old-fashioned and clichéd. A young man who has no success in his career and lives a life of debauchery recalls the past and misses his sweetheart from his youth. It cannot be said to be bad, but it can be said to be rotten to the point of being rotten to the point of being worn out.
The wording and writing style of the lyrics are simple and straightforward, comparable to the plain narrative essays that junior high school students write as homework during the long vacation.
It doesn't sound like a reminiscence of the good old days, but more like a teenage boy's hormones bursting out and going hysterical about a girl late at night.
At the end of the song, there was sparse applause.
Tang Wan followed the crowd and clapped hypocritically, but she said, "I guarantee that this song is my original work."
“Because it sucks?”
Tang Wan nodded and said, "These lyrics and music are so bad that they are almost at the bottom of the list. Few people dare to release them to the public."
"Excluding the melody, just talking about the lyrics, there are some."
"for example?"
Lu You leaned down and whispered close to Tang Wan's ear.
"The melancholy of that day, became melancholy. The loneliness of that day, became lonely..."
"Damn it!" Tang Wan blocked Lu You's mouth with one hand and said in a Taiwanese accent, "Please stop singing these rubbish covers, it will drive you crazy!"
Perhaps he was aware of his own level, or more likely his boss only gave him time for one song, so the literary young man did not continue singing his original song, but chose two Mao Buyi songs instead.
"The Nameless Man" and "One Meat and One Vegetable".
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.
The original work of an amateur compared to the masterpiece of a professional is like stinky gutter swill compared to a luxurious New Year's Eve dinner, they are not in the same league.
"This is real music!" Tang Wan clapped her hands from the bottom of her heart. "Why not just sing it like this earlier? Why bother with original, fancy, and whimsical music?"
"Don't be too sure." Lu You also clapped his hands. "If you don't get on the scale to measure yourself, how can you know your own strength? If you don't go out into the world to experience the world, how can you know how strong you are? If you are lucky enough to meet a rich and talented person, with a little packaging and marketing, it won't be a dream to rise to the top overnight."
"Without real talent, you can only be a short-term traffic star at best. You can make money once or twice and then disappear without a trace. It won't last long."
"If it were you, would you choose to be a dazzling but fleeting firework, or would you choose to be a saltpeter buried deep underground, unknown?"
Tang Wan turned her head and met Lu You's eyes. After a long silence, she looked away.
"I choose to be a firework. Even though my shining time is a little short, at least I let the world know that I have been here."
The concentrated lights dispersed in all directions, and after singing three songs, the artistic young man walked off the stage carrying his guitar, and another group of staff came up to set up the venue.
At the same time, the dishes Tang Wan ordered began to be served, and waiters came over with trays one after another.
After a short while, the table was covered with plates of all sizes, and the aroma was fragrant.
Among the pile of grilled skewers, Tang Wan accurately captured the position of the lamb kidneys, pinched the tail of the bamboo skewer, pulled it out forcefully and handed it to Lu You.
"Hubby, eat this first, it's very strong!"
Lu You glanced at Tang Wan emotionlessly and took the lamb kidney.
"thank you."
"You're welcome. It's what I should do!" Tang Wan smiled.
Lu You brought the lamb kidney to his nose and smelled it.
Half the aroma of burning charcoal and half the aroma of cumin spice.
No obvious smell, edible.
Lu You made a judgment in his mind, bit a corner of the lamb kidney with his teeth, pulled it off the bamboo skewer, and ate it in one bite.
The texture is chewy, tender and juicy, but it has a slightly strong mutton smell.
"How is it? Do you feel your blood boiling and the heat unbearable?" Tang Wan stared at Lu You with anticipation in her eyes.
Lu You took the complimentary lemonade and took a sip to dilute the lingering sheep smell in his mouth.
"Do you think I'm a bird, straight-forward, that can digest food as soon as it's eaten?"
"I've seen people in novels taking drugs to cultivate, and they all have immediate reactions after taking them."
"Can you please not bring things from the novel into reality?"
The customers below the stage were filling their stomachs while the staff on the stage successfully completed their task and left one by one.
The originally empty stage now seemed a little crowded with the addition of instruments such as drums, electronic keyboards, and electric guitars.
Tang Wan used chopsticks to pick off a leek, folded it in half again, picked it up and put it into her mouth. With every chewing of her teeth, a large amount of salty, spicy juice burst out, and there was a crunching sound of breaking fibers.
"Is there going to be a band performing?"
"It's almost certain." Lu You held a half-eaten string of chicken kidneys and looked towards the stage. "Based on my understanding of the instruments, it's very likely to be a rock band."
Tang Wan clasped her hands together, bowed towards the stage, and said sincerely, "I hope it's not an original song!"
"plus one."
Lu You bit off the few remaining chicken kidneys, threw away the empty bamboo skewer, and was about to reach out for a string of mutton and bell peppers. The quiet lights suddenly became restless.
Like a blooming lotus, it spins and spreads out, then rapidly spins towards the center.
At some point, four young men with unique looks stepped onto the stage.
The C position is wearing sunglasses, has a greasy hair, and has an electric guitar slung over his waist. He has a small braid behind his head, which looks messy yet stylish. The Auxiliary C position also has an electric guitar slung over his waist.
The drummer has fluffy golden hair parted in the middle, but he has an inexplicably calm temperament. He is wearing a mask, face shield, and sunglasses, and covering his head with the hood of his sweatshirt, looking like a ghost pianist.
The four people have different looks and distinctive clothing styles, but there is a subtle sense of unity.
Tang Wan frowned and asked, "Are all rock bands so unique?"
“I’m not a maverick, I don’t play rock music, and I don’t form a band.”
Thinking about the rock bands she had known before, their styles were all, without exception, on the edge of mainstream aesthetics, unconventional and unique, and Tang Wan felt relieved.
"Luckily you don't play rock music, otherwise, we might not be together."
“You hate rock?”
"I have a more traditional mindset, so when I see someone with a unique look like this, I usually just take a few glances and then stay away from them."
Tang Wan's words were euphemistic, and Lu You could probably guess her true thoughts.
Being a maverick in student days is basically associated with bad habits such as restlessness, eccentricity, violence, and vulgarity, so it is normal to be excluded.
"Just looking at the music, some rock music is of very high quality, such as "Boundless Sky" and "Glory Days" in China, and even more so abroad, where there are a lot of masterpieces. As for the band itself, it depends on personal opinion! Those who are good at rock music basically know how to play it."
“Does this count as a stereotype?”
"Calculate."
The conversation in the audience temporarily ended and the performance on the stage officially began.
The main singer swept the strings fiercely, shook his long hair, raised his head and shouted. The dense drum beats, restless piano sounds, frantic lights, and the atmosphere of the whole venue exploded.
Many diners spontaneously left their tables and gathered around the stage, dancing and screaming together.
Tang Wan likes to join in the fun, but she doesn’t like to be crowded. She just sits in her seat, takes out her phone, shoots a video of more than ten seconds, and sends it to the group chat.
【Tang Wan: video.avi】
【Tang Wan: Is there anyone who wants to have fun together? 】
There were six people in the group chat, and Xu Nian was the first to come forward.
[Xu Nian: Are you in a bar or a dance hall? ]
【Tang Wan: A restaurant or bar, something like that.】
[Xu Nian: Alone?]
Tang Wan leaned against Lu You's shoulder, raised her phone, pointed the front camera at herself, and made a "yeah" gesture.
Lu You was eating the skewers and before he could react, Tang Wan had already pressed the shutter and sent the photo.
【Tang Wan: photo.jpg】
[Tang Wan: We are conjoined twins and will never be separated.]
【Xu Nian: Envy! 】
【Xu Nian: I want to go there and play, too.】
【Tang Wan: Come on, bring Li Yu with you.】
【Tang Wan: I’ll send you the address.】
【Xu Nian: I am accompanying him to a lecture, so I cannot come.】
【Tang Wan: It’s gone.】
[Xu Nian: No! He has to cooperate with the performance.]
Since Xu Nian’s approach didn’t work, Tang Wan turned to Wang Linghua who was lurking.
[Tang Wan: Come out, I'll treat you to a midnight snack! ]
Wang Linghua replied with a photo of a classroom full of students.
【Wang Linghua: You treated me like that. 】
[Tang Wan: Busy, everyone is busy, it’s better to be busy! ]
Tang Wan put away her phone, feeling sad.
"Hubby, tell me, I have more free time after entering college, so why is it harder to make appointments?"
Lu You picked up a skewer of lamb belly and put it to Tang Wan's mouth. Tang Wan didn't hesitate and started to eat it.
"It's simple, because everyone has their own goals and is on different paths, so it's natural that their schedules don't match up. Isn't it the same for you and me? In high school, we sat in front of each other and sat next to each other for more than ten hours a day, but now sometimes we don't see each other even once a day."
"Is this the price of growing up?" Tang Wan took another bite of the skewer, feeling sympathetic. "Will our relationship also end in the future?"
"God knows."
Tang Wan bumped into Lu You's shoulder and said unhappily, "You should have firmly said no."
"I came from another world. What if God is not happy with me and sends me back? What should I do?"
Tang Wan covered her ears with her hands and kept shaking her head.
"I won't listen, I won't listen! You are not allowed to leave me no matter what!"
Lu You couldn't help laughing, he put his arm around Tang Wan's shoulders and said softly, "Okay, stop messing around! I promise you, if I can really see the so-called God one day, I will let him lock us up and weld us to death."
"It's not necessary to weld it to death, but it's enough to lock it up. When I get tired of it one day, I can try something else."
"You bastard!" Lu You aimed his big hand at Tang Wan's buttock and slapped her.
"Ah!" Tang Wan cried out in pain and looked at Lu You in disbelief, "How dare you commit domestic violence in public?"
Lu You poked Tang Wan's forehead with his index finger and said viciously, "Just wait and see how I deal with you tonight!"
Tang Wan's eyes lit up. She was not afraid at all. Instead, she looked excited. She pulled Lu You's clothes off her chest and said excitedly, "Please use all your strength. Don't go easy on me just because I'm weak!"
Lu You hurriedly pushed Tang Wan away and asked in horror: "Are you seriously ill?"
"How did you know!" Tang Wan refused to give in and threw herself into Lu You's arms again. "The doctor said that I suffer from severe systemic tolerance syndrome. I need a large needle to accompany me at all times, at least once a day!"
"Get out!"
(End of this chapter)