Room 203 in Building 12 is an eight-person room with an area of less than 20 square meters.
"Wang Fan! Your fellow villager is looking for you." A shout came from outside the dormitory.
Inside dormitory 203, the mosquito net on the upper left bunk was lifted, revealing a head with its eyes closed.
"Who are you looking for? A fellow villager? Where did this fellow villager come from?"
"Where did you say this fellow villager came from? Of course, they're from Yahe, looking for you."
As soon as the voice came from Yahe, heads popped out from the other mosquito nets, like chicks sticking out of an expired eggshell.
So, everyone living in this dormitory is from Yahe.
In the early 1990s, factories in cities recruited workers from county towns and rural areas, mainly targeting the children of rural residents who were employed by the state.
People in county towns need no further explanation; they are born to eat government-subsidized grain.
In rural areas, fewer people consume state-owned grain; the majority of those who do are teachers, employees of grain depots, water conservancy projects, supply and marketing cooperatives, and other enterprises and institutions.
Typically, a group of people are recruited from one place, and when they arrive at the factory, they are assigned dormitories and jobs in clusters.
Therefore, several dormitories in this small building are occupied by workers from Yahe City, and they were almost all recruited in the same batch.
Wang Fan was somewhat surprised that a fellow villager had come looking for him.
People from my hometown are usually relatives, and they will introduce themselves as their father, mother, third uncle, second uncle, etc. If they are childhood friends, they will also say their names. But this is the first time I have met someone who says they are from my hometown.
Wang Fan tidied himself up, jumped out of bed, and walked out of the dormitory. In the dormitory corridor, he saw a young man who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The young man didn't make a good impression on him; he seemed a bit sly, and he didn't even know him.
"Did you contact me? Who are you?"
“I am Liang Liang from Pingshan Village, Gaobao Township.”
Wang Fan's home is in Yahe City, which is dozens of miles away from Gaobao Township. He had never even been to Gaobao Township, so how could he know Liang Liang?
"I don't think I know you."
“That’s not important. I know you. You played the guitar on stage last year when Yahe County was changed to a city.”
Last year, Wang Fan was a recent high school graduate.
Yahe was upgraded from a county to a city last August. At that time, the county's arts and culture department held a celebration and required the education department to participate as well.
The county education bureau selected some of the county's top arts students from high schools to organize an arts program, which reportedly received a meeting with county leaders.
Wang Fan is said to be a top student in the arts at No. 2 High School. His father used to work in the Yahe Opera Troupe, and his mother is a middle school music teacher. It's not wrong that he inherited his parents' musical talent.
It was only natural for Wang Fan to participate in this event; he even brought his guitar on stage.
At that time, his guitar skills were already quite advanced.
After the celebration, Lianwan Hongxing Machinery Factory came to Yahe to recruit workers, and he came to Lianwan City.
Liang Liang was unaware of these things. He was three years younger than Wang Fan, so how could he know such things? He only knew them from Wang Fan after he met him while working at the Red Star Machinery Factory in his previous life.
"I think you must be mistaken, I can't play the guitar at all."
What? !
Wang Fan can't play the guitar!
This really felt like a bolt from the blue.
Liang Liang had prepared more than a dozen responses to what Wang Fan was going to say, but there wasn't a single one that countered the fact that Wang Fan couldn't play the guitar.
He never imagined that Wang Fan couldn't play the guitar.
Did I get reborn in the wrong place, or did I get the wrong script?
As I, like a butterfly, was reborn, I flapped my wings, and some things in the world began to change.
Some people disappeared, while others appeared.
Some people have changed, and Wang Fan is one of those who have changed.
"You really can't play the guitar?" Liang Liang asked again, unwilling to give up.
"I really can't. If you give me a guitar, I can make a sound."
What's the use of this? Even an 80-year-old can make a sound by digging.
Liang Liang was somewhat distraught. He never expected such an outcome, which was far from what he had hoped for.
"I'm sorry! I might have mistaken you for someone else. I'm sorry to bother you."
Liang Liang then prepared to say goodbye and leave.
Wang Fan can't play the guitar, so there's no point in contacting him.
"Although I can't play the guitar, I know someone who can, and plays it quite well. Would you like me to introduce you to someone?"
Liang Liang had little interest. He sought out Wang Fan for a memory and a sentiment. In their previous life, they had been frustrated on this path, and in this life, he wanted to gather these people together again so that they could create a new world together.
But if he can't play the guitar, then it's pointless.
"Forget it! I'm here for you. If you can't play the guitar, then it's no fun."
"I'm no good at guitar, but I can do other things. I can play keyboard and drums."
Liang Liang was taken aback: "You can play the drums and the piano?"
“I’ve been learning to play the piano since I was a child. I first learned the organ and then the electronic keyboard. I can also play the piano to some extent. Last year, at the celebration of Yahe’s transformation from a county to a city, I went up to play the piano, but you thought I was playing the guitar.”
Is that how it is?
"So who taught you to play the drum? Did you already know it before?"
"I only started learning the drum last year when I came to Lianwan City, and I've only been practicing for a little over a year now."
"You have a drum in your dorm? I don't think I've seen one."
"The drum belongs to someone else. There's no room for a drum in the dorm, so I go there to practice whenever I have free time."
"So, the person you mentioned who plays guitar is also at the place where you practice drums?"
"Yes!"
Liang Liang thought for a moment: "If you have time, could you take me to the place where you practice drums?"
"Not now. Our practice time is usually at night because that place is only open at night."
"A bar or a nightclub?"
If there's only a place that's open at night, then there's no need to think about other places.
"A bar! A place where rock music lovers gather in Lianwan City."
Where do rock musicians gather in Lianwan City?
Liang Liang began to recall: "Blue Rhapsody or the Gulf?"
Wang Fan shook his head.
If these aren't the two bars, then which are they?
Liang Liang didn't really know much about the situation in Lianwan City in 1993; in his previous life, he only came here in 1995.
In 1993, he didn't even know how many rock bands were in Bay Area.
"It's a bar called 'Confusion'."
Feeling lost? Won't a bar lose money with a name like that?
"Are there any serious rock bands in Lianwan now?"
"There's a Gunslinger band, and Black Moon in college, but there aren't any other proper bands."
He wasn't very familiar with Gunman Liang Liang, but he did know the Black Moon Band.
The lead singer of the Black Moon Band should be surnamed Cui and named Cui Dong. Five or six years later, he founded the first original band in Lianwan City: Flag.
Strictly speaking, Lianwan City is not a suitable place for rock bands to survive, because Lianwan is not a city that emphasizes life and enjoyment.
People who stay in Lianwan City and those who come to Lianwan City are all there to build their careers, so naturally they invest less in leisure activities.
The lifestyle of Lianwan residents is to listen to pop songs, drink beer, and brag in entertainment bars, rather than going to bars with a strong rock vibe to watch performances by unfamiliar rock bands.
Therefore, over the years, even the Bay Area has not produced any bands with significant national influence.
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