北京的那段爱情（中）(2/8)

                                                                                              我知道格日勒一直在托别人介绍歌厅，想尽快的摆脱现在吃闲饭的困境，象她这样好强的女人是不会长久的寄人篱下的。但在这歌手泛滥的年代，没有背景没有有能力的朋友，想找个挣钱的活几乎是不现实的。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                我早已经忘了要回家的想法，如今要养活两张嘴，我不得不施展浑身解术去挣钱。我拼命的写歌，加班加点的泡在录音棚里给做专辑的歌手们伴奏……格日勒想必早把这些看在眼里，因为我发现她已经不敢和我对视了，偶尔捕捉到她的眼神，我发现那里面尽是——自卑。
                                                                                                                                                                和老浪从古哥的录音棚出来，我不由叹了口气，老浪奇怪的看看我：“叹什么气啊？”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “哎……现在的钱是越来越不好挣了……”
                                                                                                                                                                老浪嘿嘿笑：“我说金子，你什么时候也他妈开始计较这些了？算了，不跟你扯蛋了，哥们儿去树村注二看看，听说舌头他们又要组队了，你去不？”
                                                                                                                                                                我提着刚买来的两斤酱牛肉走进院子，刚进大门就听到格日勒在唱一首我没听过的歌，歌是个小调，仔细的听来有着厚重的蒙古民歌痕迹。“……辽阔的草原和那白发苍苍的牧羊人，憧憬着远方的希望，流浪的雄鹰孤独在天边飞翔，草原何处是我的故乡……”
                                                                                                                                     

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