Lin Yue put down the reference book in his hand and turned his head outside to see that Mr. Sun and his daughter Sun Tong walked into the door together.

Isn't it that Lao Suntou's daughter has also come with her? Why are she so happy?

"You do the following questions first. If you don't know how to do it, I'll tell you when I come back."

Lin Yue asked Xixi and walked down the small hall outside the living room on the second floor.

"Hi." Sun Tong greeted him cordially.

"Give it to me." Lin Yue took the Yamaha electronic keyboard from her arms and placed it in the practice area set up by Hu Liang overnight.

"Hey." Hu Liang quit later: "Brother Yue, why are you helping her but not me?"

This guy was carrying a drum in one hand, with a cymbal stuck in the creaking hole, and he was walking like a blind bear.

Lin Yue patted his shoulder: "You are not as good-looking as her."

"This... you are too direct, it hurts people's hearts." Hu Liang said angrily.

Next to him, Sun Tong looked at him with a proud expression.

Lin Yue went outside to bring in the remaining drums and cymbals. Even though the drums were hollow, due to the exquisite materials used, the bass drum and cymbals together were still quite heavy. But judging from his steps and expression,

Seems effortless.

"As expected of the person who defeated the only Taekwondo black belt owner in our city, he is awesome, awesome."

"Stop talking nonsense." Lin Yue put the bass drum and snare drum on the ground: "I'll leave the assembly to you."

Hu Liang chuckled and said, "No problem."

While the two were talking, Lao Suntou came in holding Lili in one hand and Bess in the other.

Sun Tong hurried over and took the instrument in his hand, while persuading: "Dad, you can go back, I will do the rest of the docking work. Anyway, I have nothing to do at home."

Lao Suntou said: "It's okay. I'll just treat it as a full meal and go out for a walk. It's good for my health."

Sun Tong stopped talking after hearing what he said.

Over there, Hu Liang chuckled and said, "You don't know this, right? When your dad opened the canteen, Broken Guitar Band never missed a single show."

Seeing Sun Tong looking over, Old Suntou nodded and said, "Even if we are twenty years younger, we can still rock and roll."

Hu Liang was delighted: "You don't have to be twenty years younger, you can do it now. Aren't we in need of a drummer?"

"No, no, I haven't even started training yet."

When the two were arguing about whether it was okay or not, an old voice came from the door: "Who hasn't left the army?"

"Lao Yang, Lao Yang is here." Hu Liang's eyes flashed: "Has your daughter's matter been settled?"

"Not yet, but things are starting to take shape. Judging from the way she acted during dinner today, she seemed to have something to tell me, but she didn't know how to say it."

Lao Yang walked to the middle table and sat down: "Manager Lin still has a way, but I'm curious about how he did it."

Hu Liang said: "Actually, I don't know either."

Lao Suntou and his daughter were confused, not knowing what they were talking about.

At this time, Lin Yue took Xixi's hand and walked down from above. When the little beauty saw Lao Yang, she quickly put down the black cat in her arms, walked over and gave Yang Shuangshu a high-five.

Sewing Machine Band, five to three, although two main members are missing, there is one more tattoo artist in the support group.

Lin Yue clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everyone is here. This is the first gathering of our Sewing Machine Band since its resurrection. There are two topics today."

He looked around and walked to the blackboard with his back to everyone: "The first one is to get familiar with Hu Liang's new song, Plastic Bag."

As he spoke, he turned the blackboard over. On the top was the staff, and below it were the lyrics, with the title "Plastic Bag".

I can't remember clearly where I come from.

Forgot why it exists.

Now I don't want to turn into dust.

Because my hometown is called the future.

…

Lao Yang, Xixi, and Lao Suntou looked at the blackboard and then at Hu Liang, with very surprised expressions. You must know that when the band was formed before, it took two weeks to find out a lyric. Unexpectedly, he did not come up with it after the band disbanded.

I actually finished writing this song during my free time, and it looks pretty good.

The looks from several people made Hu Liang feel a little proud.

At this time, Lin Yue clapped his hands again: "The first thing, that's done. What we have to do now is the second thing. Let's play this song together. Didn't the band disband almost a month ago? Let's use this song

Let’s try out the song and see the effect. Sun Tong is our band’s first audience.”

"no problem."

Lao Yang and Hu Liang didn't speak, and Sun Tong agreed first.

Xixi glanced at the people around her: "How can we play without a bassist and drummer?"

"Yeah, how can we play without a bassist and drummer?" Hu Liang repeated her question.

Lin Yue handed the bass he specially asked Lao Suntou to bring to Yang Shuangshu: "Old Yang, can you play the bass?"

You must know that the old man in the movie is "possessed of all kinds of weapons".

Yang Shuangshu nodded and said modestly: "I know a little bit, but it's still far behind Jianguo."

"It's okay." Lin Yue said, "Today I just want to get familiar with the music and get a feel for it. It's not that particular."

After Yang Shuangshu heard what he said, he stood up, took the bass, and played it twice to test the sound.

Xixi said: "Grandpa plays bass, so who plays guitar?"

Hu Liang didn't say anything, he just laughed at her.

"Old Sun, the drum is yours." Lin Yue put the newly bought guitar he bought yesterday around his neck in the slightly surprised eyes of Yang Shuangshu and others.

Sun Tong said: "Manager Lin, can you still play the guitar?"

Hu Liang winked at her: "Brother Yue knows a lot..."

For example, building an atomic bomb.

Lin Yue said: "Old Sun, why are you still standing? I'm waiting for you."

"I've been told that I'm not good at it. I've learned to play drums before, but intermittently. I haven't received systematic training. If I want to study seriously, it only takes more than a month."

"Oh, Dad, how do you know if you haven't tried it before?" Sun Tong almost pushed his father to sit next to the drum set. When he was done, he handed the drumsticks forward and looked at him with a threatening look.

When Lao Sun first saw this posture, he thought what else he could do, let's do it.

The first half of "Plastic Bag" is the lead singer's solo.

Hu Liang plucked the strings and sang the lyrics in a low voice.

About half a minute later, the tune changed, and Lin Yue, Yang Shuangshu, Xixi and Lao Suntou began to play together.

The dull sound of drums and the crisp sound of cymbals spread, the low hum of the bass echoed through the hall, and then the soothing sound of the electronic keyboard.

"Stop~"

More than halfway through Hu Liang's singing, Lin Yue suddenly shouted to stop. After finishing, he walked up to Lao Sun and asked, "Lao Sun, were you out of tune just now?"

"Is there any?" Lao Suntou glanced at the music score: "No."

Several people nearby looked at the drum set manager with puzzled faces, who loved to play drums, walk the dog, and wash his hair. They had just focused on the music and didn't care about the drummer--after all, it was

New song, this is the first practice.

Lin Yue pointed to the blackboard and said: "Tap this section."

Lao Suntou followed the instructions and hit him several times.

Cha~dongdongcha~dongdongcha~

"Stop." Lin Yue shook his open hand suddenly: "The rhythm is wrong. Is it faster or slower?"

Old Suntou looked confused.

"Come again."

Lao Sun was hit on the head again.

"Stop. Do you know this time?"

Old Suntou is still confused.

Yang Shuangshu said: "It's too late."

"I've tried my best to catch up, why am I still slow?" Lao Suntou was very frustrated because he felt good about himself and sounded okay with Hu Liang's song.

Lin Yue said: "Try and go faster."

once.

twice.

Three times.

four times.

Either slow, rushed, or the rhythm is chaotic.

Old Suntou was out of breath from exhaustion, and he didn't dare to look at him, because he didn't expect that the manager's musical literacy was so good, and his requirements for him were much higher than those of explosives. The key is that his ears are really good.

He could hear it even if it was one-eighth slower.

In fact, it's not just Lao Suntou who is like this, other people are also under great pressure.

When Lin Yue walked to the side and sighed, Hu Liang leaned over and said, "Brother Yue, are your requirements for Lao Suntou... too high?"

"Actually, the level of requirements is secondary. Failure to keep up with the rhythm can be made up for through a lot of practice. What I'm worried about now is that his physical strength can't keep up."

Hu Liang glanced over there and suddenly realized. You must know that the band often sits there for half an hour during performances. Playing drums is a physical job, and it requires high coordination and flexibility of the body.

Looking at Lao Suntou's current state, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to persist until the end.

"Then what should we do?"

Apart from Lao Suntou, the only person here who knows how to play the drum is Yang Shuangshu, but the latter is older than the former, and without Lao Suntou, Yang Shuangshu might not know how to play the drum.

Lin Yue frowned and thought for a while.

"It can only be the……"

…

Three days later.

Yang Shuangshu's house.

Today Yang Lu cooked a table full of dishes and made an exception to let her father drink a bottle of beer.

"Dad, I have something to say to you."
Chapter completed!