In the endless night, I finally arrived at the Slender West Lake again. After waiting for almost 10 minutes, Jian Wei arrived. She parked the car under a street light, but did not come to me immediately. Instead, she stood on a small bridge with a very ancient style, leaned over to look at the moon landing in the lake, and then took out her cell phone to take a picture of the beautiful and unreal night scene in front of her.

I stood up from the stone bench, came to her side, and asked, "Where is Xiaojun?"

"She is in a bad state, so I'll take her to the hotel to rest first."

I nodded and asked again, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten in that county..." Jian Wei seemed to be immersed in the night view here, so she was a little absent-minded when answering my question, and kept looking at the landscape lights flashing in the center of the lake in the distance.

I followed her to look at the landscape lights scattered in the center of the lake, subconsciously playing with the lighter in my hand, trying to relax myself and let my tired soul rest for a moment in this world composed of water and light.

A few minutes later, Jian Wei finally turned around and leaned on the guardrail of the stone bridge and said to me: "After staying in the United States for so many years, there is no place in my memory that can match the night view here!"

"Is that true?... No matter how beautiful it is, there are still foul-smelling mud and sedimented garbage under the lake."

Jian Wei glared at me: "Can you stop saying such a disgraceful thing?"

"I don't think this is very bad. The things I'm talking about originally exist in this landscape, but your naked eyes can't see it. It's like you...it's so beautiful, but if you roll up your sleeves, you will still see a scar!"

Jian Wei looked calm, but she turned her body again, so that I could only see her side face. Then she asked me: "My friends in Suzhou have already sent me the news. The group of people who asked Xiaojun for debts are a vicious organization that has gathered together for a long time to illegally gambling and make illegal profits... I am going to report the case to the police to deal with it."

I hurriedly said, "Don't report the case now..."

"how?"

"I am going to repay the debt to them first, and then report the case to the police for handling after a while, so that they will not associate the report incident with the incident of asking Xiaojun to owe him. Even if you report the case, you cannot guarantee that you will catch all the illegal organization in one go. What if those fish who missed the net revenge on Xiaojun and her family?"

Jian Wei looked at me silently for a long time and said, "Why can you calmly consider other people's affairs, but you live in a blind state for a long time?"

"Am I blind?"

"Well, a lot of times."

In fact, I am not a person who is obsessed with myself, so I don’t like to talk to others about myself, so I changed the topic and said to Jian Wei: “I don’t have that spare money now. Xiaojun’s father owes those people the gambling money you first, I will repay it to you.”

"This is no problem, but I want to know what you think. Xiaojun told me that you and her only met a few times. Why did you sacrifice your life to help her that day, and now you have to help her repay the huge sum of money?"

"Is this strange? ...The news doesn't often report some incidents that have lost their lives to save people! You can equate my behavior with these, without asking the reasons or finding meaning, because there is always a kind of person who believes that there will be a crystal clear sky city in this world, which is different from the lake water that is dotted with night view in front of you, but is filled with mud and garbage at the bottom."

Jian Wei just smiled, then pinned the messy hair blown by the wind behind her ears, and after a long time, she said, "I really don't know if I can see what the city in your heart looks like in my lifetime. Maybe you are already drawing it for me now."

When I was about to say something, my phone rang. I thought it was Mi Cai who replied to the message. I quickly lowered my head and took it out of my pocket, but it was sent by Robben's assistant. The message said: Robben's concert called "Submission to God's Will" was very successful today, and the video on site had been sent to my email.

I remembered that I had indeed told Robben's assistant before. Because I couldn't go to the scene, I asked her to help me send the video I recorded on the scene to myself. I was looking forward to this concert, and I downloaded this video for more than 2 hours from my email.

After downloading, I asked Jian Wei, "Do you bring your headphones?"

"There is in the car, what do you want your headphones to do?"

"Robben's assistant just sent a video of the concert scene, and I want to see it now."

Jian Wei brought a monster's red in-ear headphones, handed me one of the earbuds, and put one on her, it seemed that she was planning to listen to this Robben concert with me.

I turned on the video, and the first scene was the dazzling lights on the scene and the audience who had entered a state of shouting. Then the camera switched to Robben, and he was wearing a black motorcycle jacket and a white headscarf. The most dazzling thing was the black and white electric guitar in his hand.

Among the many instruments, I saw a guzheng, nodded and said, "Robert really put a lot of thought into this concert. He kept saying that he wanted to make reggae music with Chinese characteristics. Unexpectedly, he played reggae in his first official concert in his life..."

“What is reggae music?”

"It is a form of music that emphasizes social, political and humanistic care. It relies on the instruments to carry the main melody and rhythm, and belongs to the musical four-four-shoot music... Well, it's hard to explain clearly, you'll know later on."

Jian Wei nodded. After Robben briefly said the opening speech in the video, he began to sing the first song, but it was a relatively normal song he wrote, but it was a relatively high singing...

During the watching process, Jian Wei asked me from time to time some questions about the origin of musical forms and the characteristics of performances, and I answered them one by one. In fact, these questions were related to Robben's live singing today. The concert was only half held. He had used a variety of different musical expressions to give songs different souls. He was definitely a talented soul singer.

Another song was finished, and the live music gradually stopped. The lights of different angles focused on Robben. He took a sip of water and took off the turban on his head. The hair that had been left for nearly a year fell on his shoulder. He exhaled and relieved his fatigue. He said in a deep voice: "...I once had a brother. We made an album called "Ferrocious Will" together, but it has not been published publicly. It has been nearly four years since the album was made, so "Ferrocious Will" has evolved into today's concert called "Follow the Will"... I miss the time we made music together... What I bring to you below is one of the songs in this album "Ferrocious Reptiles"... By the way, my brother went to work later and went to work fuckingly!... I am very sad!"

After Robben finished speaking, he picked up the cup and took a sip of water, but the scene was already boiling because there was finally someone next to the guzheng that had been put on the uselessness. In other words, this song will add the element of the guzheng... and the most shocking thing was me! When I was about to forget this album, Robben actually arranged the song our favorite song again and probably performed it in the form of reggae music with his personal characteristics.

My complicated expression made Jian Wei see some clues and asked me: "The brother Robben mentioned is you, right?"

I lit a cigarette, took a heavy breath before nodding. Robben's words burned my emotions, as if I had already lived under my crotch of life since I gave up on music.

Robben began to perform this song: When the lyrics I wrote were singing out of his mouth, my heart was shaking... I felt like I had lost something, for four years...

Robben in the video is like a minstrel poet at first, lazy and comfortable. When he sang the line "Sinking to the bottom of the water, I die", he instantly turned into a violent singer. His long hair was shook from his shoulders to his face, and his voice torn into pieces... The dense drum beats and the sound of the guzheng dominated all the instruments rolling forward like a flood... This scene was so shocking!

When a minstrel poet turned into a violent singer in the blink of an eye, not only was the scene crazy, but even Jian Wei and I who watched the recorded video afterwards were deeply shocked!

An even more shocking scene happened. Robben, who was in an out-of-control state, held the upper end of the guitar in both hands and smashed the guitar to the ground. One, two, three times... The splashing guitar fragments made the band members behind him block their faces with their hands to dodge... Only the farthest distance left, the musician playing the guzheng continued!

The scene started to scream and I turned off the video in an unbearable sense of suffocation. My fingertips holding cigarettes were trembling slightly... A long time later, Jian Wei, beside me, looked at me and asked, "Don't they regard musical instruments as life? Is his behavior of smashing guitars disrespectful to music?"

I took a heavy breath of cigarette and replied: "You don't understand. Robben is not a humanistic rock singer. What he expresses is not a warm confession, but a violent catharsis. This is the out of control that erupts after rational thinking, and it is precisely the embodiment of the free spirit of rock... He will be the new godfather of the rock industry. This is not caused by smashing the guitar, because he will only smash this guitar in his life..."

"What, did you have any story when you created this song?"
Chapter completed!