Douban diary: In the heart lives a Jacky Cheung, the soul lurks Aaron Kwok

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Staying at home with the children on the weekend, the girlfriend played hellokitty next to me to live in the big house, I don't know if it was fun or how, she suddenly sang a song:

Little spotted dove, cuckoo,

A good aunt from my family,

Eat a pot of rice with me,

A house with me,

Production in the daytime,

Come back to sweep the floor and feed the pigs.

I asked my aunt if she was bitter?

She said that it was very happy not to be bitter,

Which one is she to ask?

She is a good cadre who has been delegated.

There are ten sentences in total, and six of them are all one tone.

To be honest, I had never heard this ballad before, but from its simple and rough tone and very characteristic content, I could almost conclude that it was taught by my mother, because about half a year ago, my daughter once said goodbye to me with a pillow and said that she was going to travel to the Northern Wilderness, and earlier, I heard my son hum "The beautiful Songhua River Wave forward".

When I was a child, I saw a photo of my mother when she was young in the northeast, young and energetic, in which she sang and danced, black and thick braids, neat large teeth, sincere smile, elegant posture.

I thought my mother must have been a literary backbone, but my mother told me that everyone at that time was like that, and everyone lived in their hearts as a singer. She once told me about the scene at that time while showing me the song "Sisters Are Busy in the West Sun exhibition", and I also repeatedly wrapped a quilt around my waist and wrapped a pillow on my head, and stood on the bed to imitate the movements in this photo - I once thought that this song described the industrious life scene of a group of women happily drying their quilts in the house of Xi Sun, but later learned that it was actually a red song called "Sisters Love to Dry War and Prepare Food".

I inherited the blood of my revolutionary mother, and I especially loved to sing, although the five tones were incomplete, but I enjoyed it. But at that time, when there was a shortage of materials, I had a lot of enthusiasm, and there was no way to relieve my frustration except to listen to the song when rubbing the TV or holding the box to listen.

I was in love with a singer named Shen Xiaocen, and it was said that as long as the melody of her old man's "Please Come to the End of the World" sounded on tv, my body danced uncontrollably like a middle evil, which was quite magical. A few days ago, I watched the black cat sheriff with my son, and suddenly found that the song "Ahahaha, hahaha black cat sheriff" that runs through the soul was actually sung by Shen Xiaocen, and I seemed to have found a reason when I couldn't get tired of watching it.

About when I was high school, my family bought a small orange tape recorder, which is a domestic single-card recorder, the function is simple, even the a-side will not automatically turn after playing, can only be taken out for b-side, such a simple thing is of great significance, because before it, there is no equipment for me to choose to listen to songs, it completely changed the situation that I can only passively listen to songs, and also opened my crazy tape and singing career.

At that time, a large part of my pocket money was spent on buying tapes, but the genuine 9-piece 8-a-brand tape was not cheap, and the time was long and the addiction was big, and this little money in my pocket was not enough. When I went to the home of my relative's eldest child, I directly managed the family with a big face. After a long time, people like ordinary people saw the ghosts who entered the village to sweep away, and directly closed the door and locked the drawer.

So I started buying blank tapes and begging Grandpa for strings of tapes for Grandpa and Grandma. Seeing the good tapes of other people's homes, they put their faces together, coerced and seduced, and vowed not to give up until they reached the goal, quite shameless, and bent a lot of waists for the music career. I met a belt that I liked very much, and when I finished stringing, I wanted to print the cover and add a song piece. At that time, in addition to the unit, there were very few places where copies could be found, and I felt that it was particularly uncomfortable to take advantage of the public, so when I first printed it, I solemnly and guiltily said to my mother: "Mom, there is one thing I don't know whether to say, you must help me!" "My mother saw me with pale eyes and tears, thought I had run into some big disaster outside, scared out of sweat, and when she learned that I was printing the cover of the tape, she pricked my ears and asked if I could speak human words.

This machine I have been hearing the third grade, the volume keys are screwed, the whole family only knows what position to screw to make a sound, the sound needs to be extremely delicate and precise, and later went to college to do physics experiments when tuning filters actually found the feel of the year, visible the high precision of the technique.

During that time, I didn't want to go crazy outside after school, so I wanted to hurry home and listen to the songs, as long as I turned on the tape recorder, the bedroom, the living room, and the toilet were full of my moving singing voices--the toilet effect was the most outstanding, with its own reverberation. At that time, his favorite entertainment project was to raise a flashlight in the dim toilet and sing affectionately to kiss goodbye and love you endlessly, living in his heart was Jacky Cheung, and his soul was lurking in Aaron Kwok. Once I sang too happy, I purred my mother's brushing jar into the toilet, fished out a toothbrush and flushed it for half a day, and this secret is still hidden in my heart.

Later, there was a telephone installed in the house.

At that time, the telephone was a luxury, thousands of dollars, so the sky-high price had to queue, but it seemed that many students were competing to install such a money-burning thing, and the popularity and iconic significance were no less than the bicycles and watches of decades ago.

The telephone officially ushered in a new era of entertainment for all the musicians. When I got home from school, I threw down my bag and began to call my classmates, listen to songs while chatting, ask each other what songs were good to listen to, and listen to each other and sing. I feel that there are many benefits in my heart, some can buy or not buy tapes, through the telephone audition can be decided, to avoid spending money; and not so liked, a series of tapes are also saved, not to mention the advantage of the public photocopier, at that time I felt that I grew up to understand the special will be over the family is not rich can save the money that should not be spent do not spend I am too sensible, my parents have such a child is too lucky to calculate that I want to be low-key deep hidden and famous These things do not have to work with my father and mother, The inner drama is particularly rich, but I forgot that the phone is also to pay money.

One day I was singing "Everything Red" to my classmates while playing.

I turned up the volume, let go of my voice, and vividly expressed the emotions of youth, youthful ambition, spirit, and inspiration in the song:

Youth is all red, you are the master

It's different to have rain and to be windy

I held up our family's kang broom and put it to my mouth, sometimes closed my eyes, sometimes looked up, sometimes played with the broom in my hand, sometimes played with the bangs in my head, and sang like a mesmerizing:

Willing to use the family's wealth

Buy a sun that doesn't go down the mountain

When I sang this sentence, I fantasized about the thousands of fans cheering and worshipping in the audience, so I turned around like a singer during the stage performance, turning my face to face my mother.

My mother immediately unloaded the broom in my hand.

"I'm so happy to sing?"

"Mom, when did you come back?"

"Enough to put in, I opened the door so loudly didn't you hear it?"

"Mom, you scare me!"

"Yo, you're just scared?" My mom raised a bill in her hand and dangled it in front of my nose, "Do you know that this month's phone bill is taking money?" I pay the phone bill scared with the rabbit yes, how many times do you say to jump? ”

I had a premonition that something was wrong, and I turned to leave, and my mother grabbed the back collar of my neck and slapped my face with a split head.

"Scare you huh?" White cranes shine with wings.

"No, no, no! mother! ”

"Is the family rich?" Black Tiger plucks its heart.

"Mom! It hurts, Mom! ”

"Does the sun not go down?" The Green Dragon swings its tail.

"Mom, red, you tap, hit the red!"

Just right, let him you look red!

White snake spit core, seabed fishing moon, beautiful woman looking in the mirror, fisherman asking, boy worshiping Buddha, Ling Bo micro-step, monkey picking peach, flower transfer, such as the palm of the god.

Physical trauma is easy to recover from, and the consequences of not hanging up the phone in time and leading to live broadcasting are very serious. When I arrived at school the next day, several classmates came up to me with concern and asked me if I was red, which caused immeasurable psychological trauma for a long time to follow.

The first Walkman I bought was Aihua's, and with it, I said goodbye to disturbing people and really listened to it when I wanted.

However, the early tape Walkman had many flaws, such as the volume and weight were very exaggerated, and it was inconvenient to straddle the pants that were mainly elasticated at that time.

Once I took a walk-in listener to my grandmother's house around the yard listening to songs, and heard my grandmother accuse my father: "The child grows up, you pay attention to let him eat well!" ”

"He's eating well."

"What's good? You see him take two steps and pull up his pants, what a thinner! ”

During that period, which side of the Walkman hung on, which side of the trouser legs were bald, the trouser legs were obviously stained, the wear was serious, and my mother once suspected that something was wrong with my legs and feet, and secretly observed me for a long time.

Another is the high cost, too much electricity, can not hear the fart big work sound began to screw, a listen to know that the battery is out of power can not move. I originally wanted to put up with it, but my beloved Su Huilun was thicker than the big masters, and I really couldn't bear to listen.

How long to listen to two imported batteries, how long are the two domestic batteries, what is the difference between the price of the two, I calculate the battery money like a neuropathy every day, after all, it involves expenditure, and it is not possible to go to the heart. Not to know, a calculation to feel that the cost is too much, too little entry, in order to listen to some music, Daoxiangcun fried lamb skewers saved, after playing the ball of cola became blackcurrant, which made fully appreciate the hardships of life, until the rechargeable battery was considered to save me, but I calculated the power of this problem fell, and now the electronic equipment once the power of the heart panics once it is down 80%.

Later, the Walkman became more and more popular, and then the CD Walkman came out.

My first disc was bought by one of my buddies. The two of us rode to a small alley next to the front door, pushed the car to the door of a large courtyard, locked the car in the doorway, he looked left and right like the secret agent joint, gently pushed the door and walked in, making me feel very nervous, afraid that a few policemen would jump out of nowhere to copy me. Entering the courtyard, but it was still an ordinary and ordinary courtyard, he pointed inside with his chin and walked all the way in. I followed him to a small house in the inner courtyard, pushed open the door, and adjusted my eyes to the light from light to darkness and the smoke inside the house, and found that there were two worlds inside and outside the door.

There were many large cardboard boxes on the floor, and the boxes were stuffed with CDs. Many people crouched on the ground and rummaged around in the cardboard box, some people looked at it with a serious expression, some were surprised to put the disc in a bunch of CDs in their hands, and some carefully took the disc out to see if the fracture was not deeply pondered and would knock off a few songs, the scene was as lively as every farmer's market, but it was very tacit and did not make any sound, like a collective performance of mime. Although the atmosphere of the space is strange, and everyone has some of the temperament of a roe deer, everyone is deeply self-conscious of being a music lover attending a sacred cultural gathering.

I changed a few discs that day, there was rock, there was rap, although each one also cost dozens of pieces, but compared to the price of more than a hundred in the video store, it is still quite affordable, full of loads, as a treasure.

When I went to college, small video stores on the street could see the playing discs, which was quite convenient to buy, but without the exciting experience of buying wool tablets, the joy of getting my hands was also reduced a lot.

When I go to school, whether it is after school or when I study by myself, there is always a special time to listen to songs. But after going to work, the time to listen to songs is less and less, and it is even more difficult to have children. Yesterday a friend used a mobile phone app to record a song and put it in the circle of friends, after listening to the effect is very amazing, so rekindled the small flame of "I am a singer" in his heart, taking advantage of the gap between his wife and children to go to the supermarket to buy things, I resolutely downloaded and registered, and went into the toilet.

Put on the earplugs, choose an old song, pose, stand in front of the mirror and sing affectionately. I seemed to have found the feeling of that year, but the difference was that the broom I was holding became a mobile phone.

Step back in time.

I sometimes close my eyes, sometimes I look up, sometimes I play with the mobile phone in my hand, sometimes I play with the bangs at the door of my head, and I sing like a mesmerized. Singing to the climax, I seem to feel the cheers and worship of thousands of fans in the audience, I am like a singer stage performance when a dashing and neat turn, sure eesterday once more, turning the face and the son and the girlfriend eight eyes opposite, three faces are confused, you can see that the three parties are frightened: I am almost scared, their expressions are also full of - they forgot to bring the environmental protection bag back to get it, heard the toilet there is a change so they ran to check, who wanted to see such a shocking scene.

At this time, I was bare-chested, wearing autumn pants, my hair was messy, my hands were dancing, I was holding up my mobile phone, my blood was wide open, my face was full of flesh, and my body was trembling with thief's flesh.

The air condensed for a moment, and my daughter cried out: "Mom, my dad is crazy!" ”

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