After the song, Lin Jing found that the few people who were listening to her singing were stunned, not knowing what they were thinking, even Liang Yining, who had always been a bit nervous and a little careless.

"Student, thank you for your guitar." Lin Jing handed the guitar to its owner.

"Ah, oh, no thanks." Lin Jing called three times, and the "old boy" suddenly realized it. Mumu took it, and it took several seconds before pushing the glasses on the face full of acne, praising, "You play the guitar very well, and the songs you sing are also very good."

"Then are you going to continue saying that we can communicate with each other when you have time?" Liang Yining, who finally reacted, said in a tone full of contempt.

"Communicate? Me, I..." "Old boy" didn't know that he had offended the girl in the short-haired princess dress, so he said a few words in a naughty way, but didn't know how to continue.

"I'm so sorry for being hit by me! Humph, your little tricks have long been no longer popular. Learn to play guitar to pick up girls, you are a rustic bun!" Liang Yining rolled her eyes and said, showing her bold style.

"Hello, Miss, I didn't expect we will meet again."

As soon as Liang Yining finished speaking, a fat man emerged from the crowd and walked up to Lin Jing directly.

That smile, in the words Zhou Xingxing described Uncle Da’s characteristics in "The Stop Scholar 2", is: vulgar, extremely vulgar!

"Aren't you the one..."

"Miss has a good memory. I am Zhang Runqin, the artist who works as a part-time scout." The fat man pushed the small glasses on his face and replied with a smile.

This made Lin Jing a little crazy. Strong memory is sometimes not a good thing, because you can't forget some people and things you don't want to remember.

In fact, after Lin Jing met him in May and rejected him, he had run away from her house more than a dozen times frequently, which made everyone in the building know about it, making her very annoyed. In the end, her father Lin Liwei found out, and found more than a dozen clerks who were also Dragon and Tiger Martial Artsmen, and repaired them and threatened him. He did not dare to come to him again.

"Just just now, I heard the song you played and sang by yourself. From my professional perspective, it is very popular. Although you have a slight flaw in your singing skills, your image can completely cover up this flaw. And as long as you join our Star Records Company, we can tailor it for you..." Zhang Runqin fully utilized his part-time star scout eloquence, completely ignored the feelings of others, and talked endlessly.

"I remember two months ago, your company was still an advertising company. When did it become a record company again?"

"I have resigned from the advertising company and opened a record company with my friends." Fatty Zhang said embarrassedly.

"Ajing, I also want to ask, did you write this song?" Liang Yining probably couldn't stand the fat man who was always speaking and asked, pulling Lin Jing.

"No……"

"I have borrowed it, please give it up, thank you!"

Before Lin Jing could answer, she was interrupted by the person who came from behind.

Four young men came over, two of them carrying drums, one carrying two pairs of electric guitars and the other carrying bass.

Seeing this, everyone quickly made way out and asked them to go there.

Liang Yining was waiting for Lin Jing's answer, but unexpectedly he didn't wait for a while. When he looked back, he saw Lin Jing staring at the man who was walking away step by step, carrying an electric guitar.

“Hey, hey…”

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes, I'm so hungry that I'm pressed against my back." Liang Yining said angrily.

"If you're not hungry, why do you always ask me to feed me?"

"I saw you staring at someone's eyes without blinking, afraid that you will be moved by others for fifteen years, and abandon me."

"Stop talking nonsense, I saw an acquaintance."

"Acquaintance? Didn't you meet just now? Why does he look like he doesn't know you at all?"

"What I said is that I am familiar with him, not with me, do you understand?"

"Is it because of a secret unrequited love?"

"You have such a good imagination, it's a waste of talent if you don't go to be an entertainment journalist."

"Let's go, the time is coming."

"So you still have the idea of ​​time."

"Miss, please stay."

Just when Lin Jing, Liang Yining and Zhang Chunmei saw that the time was coming and they were about to go to the playground, Zhang Runqin, an artist who worked as a part-time star scout, hurriedly followed.

"What do you think I said just now?" Fatty Zhang asked panting.

"You speak better than you sing." Lin Jing was so annoyed by this fat man who had been entangled. He pointed to the man carrying an electric guitar and bass who had just passed by, and said, "Go and find him. He is the real talent. It is absolutely right to find him. Please don't put your scheming on me. That's it, goodbye."

After all, he couldn't help but punch a sandbag hanging from a tree on the side of the playground, and then he got rid of this difficult dog skin ointment.

"A Jing, although you scared him away, I can see that he will come back."

"I hope your mouth is white, otherwise I can't guarantee that the next time I'll hit you with one punch is just a sandbag."

"That sandbag is not made of foam, right?"

"You'll know if you try it with a punch."

While talking, several people had already arrived at the playground, where a large stage was temporarily built. The stage was colorful and the people were surging under the stage.

The theme of the joint school party is freedom. Although the party has not started yet, the atmosphere is already very warm.

Of course, it is also because there are too many people, and the temperature is much higher than that outside, just like those carnival molecules.

This is also why Lin Jing doesn't like to come here very much. It's too hot.

There are more than ten minutes left before the party officially begins.

"Look, your 'acquaintance' is coming up with a hot spot."

Amid Liang Yining's cry, Lin Jing raised her toes and looked on the stage. They were not far from the side of the stage and could see clearly.

The four of them had already walked to the stage, set up drums and stood in a position, but they started playing without saying a word.

They play pure music, in their words, experimental and technical rock music

"What are they playing? A Jing, you and him are acquaintances, have you heard anything?" But obviously not many people can understand their experimental technical rock music, Liang Yining is so.

"No!" Lin Jing replied seriously, because she really couldn't understand what they were playing, even though she knew the names of these music and had heard them many times.

But thinking about it is, it’s only 1982, and a few of them have just collaborated and don’t even have the name of the band. The music they just started playing is so young and non-mainstream, just like their age at this time.

However, as long as he has given him a few more years, and when the accumulated experience is enough and he has settled down, he will be able to shine and make a new world in the Xiangjiang rock music scene.

"Are you mistaken? What are you doing? Are you playing cotton or breaking gongs? Do you want to make people feel bad?" There was also someone next to him who was confused and pointed at the four people on the stage and shouted loudly.

Lin Jing saw that this man looked too muscled, and she was really worried that he would not be able to help it for a moment. Then in "Shaolin Football", Dalin King Kong's legs Axing and his senior brother Tietou Gong were beaten up while performing "Shaolin Kung Fu Good" in a bar.
Chapter completed!