The cottage has been open for almost eight years

Gangster boy

Our third meeting was still at Big Ice's cabin. This time Wang Bo carried an acoustic guitar that had been knocked off the paint, and he smilingly said to me, "Big Bing, you're very nice, let's sing a song for you."

I didn't expect him to play and sing, but I was very impressed with his way of speaking - a way of speaking that most people can master by the age of 8, and a language that most people are too shy and cautious to use after the age of 18. I happily shooed away half the room of extraneous guests and closed the door to create a quiet atmosphere for them to sing.

A few familiar guests tapped on the door panel outside: "Boss, boss, my phone is still inside

I said, "I'll let you in after I've listened to the song." They shouted through the door: "We also want to listen to ......" pooh, to listen to through the door, did not hear people say it is sung to me?

Wang Bo sang me a "swing":

I used to ride on the spaceship of the swing / singing / chasing the sun / flying and flying / always flying back to the same place / I always complained that my legs were short / I jumped down when it was already dark / what a long night / for ten years / when I found the swing again / have become a dark-haired young man/morning is still as good as dew / colorful songs are still swirling / children boldly open their hands / to comb the sun's golden red rays/child / how I want to To lift you high/ Forever above the uneven ground/ Forever above the dusk/ Forever above the dark/ Forever living in the beautiful day ......

The first is the lyrics, then the tune, one bar after another, a bar after another, like a series of pearls hit me, so good that I simply want to listen to the silly.

Wang Bo buried his head while playing the next song's Solo, saying, "I wrote the tune, the words are not, the words are a poem by Gu Cheng."

I've been reading poetry for so many years that I missed reading the song "Swing" by Gu Cheng, but luckily I hadn't read it before, otherwise, how would I experience this moment of elation? I have a few bad habits, such as climbing up on the table to recite the "Song of Righteousness" when I'm drunk, biting my fingernails when I have to pee, and rubbing my arms and dancing around when I'm happy.

I think I should have acted happy, because Wang Bo looked up at me and said seriously, "You calm down a little bit, or how can you understand the song I'm going to sing."

In all these years, Lijiang has never had a singer who dared to talk to me like that, so such a child who would not take winks has almost become extinct. He frowned at me, there is no age between us elder and younger, professional attributes, Jiangsu status ...... this feeling is very comfortable.

I think I met the same kind, I have to become friends with them. Wanli 15 years Huang Renyu

Six months later, I invited Wang Bo to join Nomadic Folk and tour the country with us. He only attended two shows, Chengdu Elephant Bar and Shenzhen Yidu Hall. The tour was crowded and the singers all wanted to go on earlier, but he was the only one who didn't say no. I arranged for him to go on stage last and he was totally fine with that. The end of a live folk show is usually the noisiest, with people leaving the stage and shouting drunkenly, and the finale singer is often under a lot of pressure. I watched his reaction carefully, and I couldn't see that he was half as restless. I am ashamed of myself.

The more I spent time with Wang Bo Beets, the more I tsked. These two people hardly ever hurt their heads for mundane affairs, wobbling around and living like children in a family. They are similar to the hippies of the 1950s and 1960s in the United States, wandering the world, playing with life, and suppressing their material desires to a very low plane. I've never seen them in a new light either, and in that respect, they are different from their peers.

Beet is always happy and silly, a look of lack of heart. One day, she sat in the shed with a small ukulele and insisted on singing me a song she had written.

Baozi has no eyes and no mouth / Baozi has many good brothers/meat bun vegetarian bun barbecue bun / Baozi buns bunzi / Baozi grows white and fat / Baozi thick skin but no heart/grave bun first aid bun head bun ......

I realm low, and can not understand what she wants to express, so wipe my chin and dare not speak. Next to Wang Bo also did not speak, but their eyes were thick with approval. You can see that he loves her immensely.

Wang Bo knows how to be polite and treats people extremely well, but no matter which group of people he is with, he always seems to be out of the picture. I sometimes can't help but wonder what kind of past this boy has had and how he can always give off such a cool vibe.

I was so filled with good feelings for these two boys that for some time, I threw Big Ice's hut at them and asked them to volunteer to guard the store.

Not many people are qualified to come and volunteer at the hut. Xiaochuan is relying on the righteousness of the two ribs, Sydney is relying on her little dragon lady general cold and lonely not to eat the air of the world, Joe is relying on his 30 years of white poet gas, Li Rui is relying on the simple gas of waiting for the rabbit. Chopper is nine lives across the Lop Nor before he dared to sign up, relying on his courage. Xiaohao is a problematic teenager selected from six hundred applicants, relying on luck. What did Wang Bo and Beet rely on? They are the most special, relying simply on my curiosity about them. They have been guarding the store for less than six months, but are by far the most desirable of the thirteen volunteers at the lodge.

There are not many people who qualify to be regulars at the lodge, and by regulars, I mean friends who don't have to pay for their drinks. Many years ago at the beginning of the opening, I set a rule: only to entertain the prodigal son, casual, passing, wanderers, those who are willing to drink a penny, non-my kind of cup of wine a thousand gold shall not. At that time I was still young, read Gu Long read bad brain, relying on the hand there are still a few ingots of silver, deliberately do not do business properly, day after day the whole field wine money count me. The most serious period, the Jianghu rumor is that the hut of the big ice is not charged, a gang after a gang of dabbling customers tend to rush, came to pretend to poet pretend to be a prodigal son, finished drinking also took away two bottles. On the whole, I see guests every day as soon as they enter the door, to quickly judge whether to shoo people.

The volunteer learned me this problem is the kitchen knife, he looked at the store at the beginning of the time are not called to shoo guests, it is simply in the interview guests, a word immediately "Sorry, we are closed". Xiaohao also learned very home, that he was afraid of losing too much money, ask who are charging for alcohol, but no matter how much people drink just a: "You look to give." Thirty dollars a bottle of Heineken, there are shameless to drink a dozen only give five dollars ......

Therefore, there are a few years the business of the cabin not only can not be flat but also repeatedly backed up losses. I sometimes feel sorry for the money on the phone, but when it's my turn to go back to the store, I repeatedly have a habit that I can't break. I told all the volunteers that I was not afraid of losing money, as long as the people who came to play were interesting, fun, and worthy of a drink, it was good.

The best at this were Wang Bo and Beet, who were a bunch of singers and poets every night when they were at the lodge. Especially amazing is that period did not lose money out of the drink ...... later I learned that these two big kids in order not to lose my drink money, and every person who came to play said: "You go to other bars to buy wine, sit in our house to drink on the line, we give you a song to listen to ... ..."

Why didn't I ever think of such a clever idea?

Time has passed.

Hut opened almost eight years ago, and the current Lijiang Old Town fire pits are also considered a number of the oldest. Some people say that Hut is currently the purest folk firehouse, the only non-profit bar is a flag in the Lijiang bar.

Perhaps. I don't want to hear the words of praise, but the truth is the truth, there is no need to make yourself look so emaciated. I fell into middle age, life is getting more and more stressful, scattered thousands of gold has not seen the return, has slowly faded when the heart of the Menzies. The tourists in Lijiang are more crowded than a year, and May Street is turning into a second bar street. The scattered prodigal son less, hunting tourists with the group more, perhaps the hut will also be difficult to maintain a few years, the way of business may one day slowly become and the surrounding bars are not the same. People hope that my hut when the living fossil of Lijiang, I do not want to, but the rent, electricity, alcohol, and vulgar guests ...... mundane affairs, and then again and again forced people. The hut's volunteers are getting harder and harder to recruit, not fewer people are signing up, but it is increasingly difficult to find young people who fit the place. 2013 New Year's Eve, I went back to the hut to keep the New Year's Eve, on the crackling of firecrackers outside the window wrote a poem: "Ten years in northern Yunnan and Shandong, when I came to the hut, I wrote a poem.

Ten years in northern Yunnan and Shandong, when the fog comes, when the wind goes, old friends and acquaintances are half gone, and young people in the jungle are not lofty. I suddenly remembered the night of the fire pond in the past, the big ice hut was first built when no common people were discussing mundane matters, and occasionally there were wandering warriors spilling wine mad. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.

I think I am a person with nostalgia, right, oh, so I miss the atmosphere when Wang Bo and beets look at the store: when no common people are discussing common matters, there are occasional warriors spreading wine madness.