Maintain life

Later, I didn't go back to Lijiang for a long time, and the focus of my life shifted to Tibet. After years of carrying bags, one by one, I went around mountains and lakes one by one, from Anima Qinggangri to Mahu Ghost Lake. I broke my ribs and my fingers. I experienced the most carefree time in my life. Happy, it is the second childhood. When I went back to Lijiang, I met Dajun next to the waterwheel at Guchengkou. He rubbed his hands in the distance and walked towards me happily, shouting, "Ouch... Dabing is back! Come to the restaurant for dinner at night." face smiling like a flower.

"Shop? What store? You've already opened a store, Dajun, where did you get the money?"

"You haven't come back for too long. I made a small bar by selling songs and CDs."

"The army, the army, what about the old road?"

"Lao Lu also earned a small bar and bought a new guitar."

"The army, the army, where is Datong?"

"Dzong has opened a small drum shop and can have an affair and make money. Come on, I'll help you with your backpack. After dinner, let's go to work and sing. After the sing, I'll go to the bar to start work."

Dajun's store is on bar street. He built a small store on the second floor, opened an outrageously small bar, and made an outrageous huge sign called Hai Lunfeng, and the wooden stairs were also steep. Point out. I touched the log bar, narrow tables and chairs, second-hand speakers, fused microphones, and a decent microphone stand. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought that all of this was sold in exchange for discs. I asked him what style of bar this was, and he didn't want to say original ballad. He held the bowl and said, "I can earn money and sing my favorite songs... My life is complete, Dabing, next time you come, I should be able to afford you to eat matsutake stewed chicken..."

I haven't eaten the matsutake chicken stew he promised to this day. It didn't take long for Dajun's bar to close down.

Three months, or half a year, I can't remember, he lost a lot. His original ballads have never done those bar street resident singers who open their mouths, "There are wines in Lhasa bars..." Shut up, "You have a beautiful girl named Dolma La...". Swinging Fiction

Bar street in Lijiang is the busiest street in southern China. Those who follow the guide flags come from the second-tier cities and below all over the country. People who love the "Phoenix Legend" all over the country like the hoarse "China is good." Voice", humming slowly. And all the bars fight to the death for their volume in order to solicit customers. No one is here to consume music. Music is just a tablecloth in Lijiang's bar street, used to spread all kinds of foreign wine, all kinds of cups, all kinds of black silk thighs, all kinds of pretending, all kinds of bragging.

Lust is king on this tablecloth, and even the tablecloth itself is impregnated with hormones. Singers will spare no effort to match single men and women during the singing interval. The women who are going with the flow are smiling reservedly. Striking condoms.

In front of every bar stood young MM dressed in national costumes: "Big brother looking for an affair, big brother come, we have the most beautiful girls in our family..." The shocking Naxi mandarin is very provocative, and his will is not firm. The footsteps will shift direction.

I always feel that the bars in Lijiang Bar Street can not be called bars. Those bars are more lively and impetuous than the nightclubs in most cities. In contrast, Beijing Houhai Yinding Bridge and Sanlitun Bar Street were so pure. Thinking about it now, trying to make a living from light folk songs in such a place is tantamount to growing lotus flowers in a pickled place. Alas, if you were kicked for feeding cow peonies, the army’s choice was a matter of course.

So, the army returned to the streets.

The broken house happened to rain overnight, and it became difficult to do business on the street. Since the day when the ancient city of Lijiang was opened and collected the maintenance fee for the ancient city, the intensity of law enforcement by urban management has suddenly increased. Street singers are regarded as illegal mobile operators and are driven away every day. Countermeasures also appeared quickly, and a new post was born, which was especially responsible for looking out for the wind. As soon as the uniform appeared, he immediately shouted and gave it in secret. After all, the road is ten feet high, and the law enforcement team members changed into civilian clothes, applauded among the crowd listening to the song, and squatted down to ask the price of the disc, then smiled and grabbed the guitar: "I'm sorry, brother, the piano has been confiscated."

In this way, there was a fierce confrontation between wandering singers and urban management law enforcement officers, and several bloody conflicts occurred in a row in half a year. A guitar often means the entire net worth of a wandering