Chapter 285 Ye Wenshu falls into a trap [Please vote for me]
Ye Wenshu enlarged the photo. She had recently purchased several of the books in the photo. They were all newly published philosophical books.
It's quite interesting. Below are some random landscape pictures taken by Zhao Mingyang. Ye Wenshu looked at Zhao Mingyang's online name and avatar again. The avatar was an old popsicle.
I was looking at his online name [Old Single], pfft! Ye Wenshu couldn't help laughing. It's so funny and direct. Why is he called this name? It's completely inconsistent with his temperament. It's a bit cute. Why is he called this online name?
?Ye Wenshu fell into a reverie about Zhao Mingyang.
At noon, Ye Wenshu had just finished eating and was about to go back to his hotel room to rest when his cell phone suddenly rang.
Zhao Mingyang suddenly sent a message to Ye Wenshu. Ye Wenshu took a look at Zhao Mingyang's message: Do you have any guitars in your hotel?
A musician who makes music? This was Ye Wenshu’s first reaction.
Ye Wenshu sent a message to Zhao Mingyang: I'll go to the restaurant and ask the performing band if they have any spares. I'll get back to you later and find me to deliver them to you personally.
Ye Wenshu got up and went to the hotel restaurant in person to find the person in charge. There were music performances here, and there were fixed band performances every night. Ye Wenshu would try his best to satisfy Zhao Mingyang's needs, because after all, Zhao Mingyang had not investigated the problem before.
, and also gave her opinions, both emotionally and rationally, Ye Wenshu should meet Zhao Mingyang’s small request.
There were a lot of guitars in the band's rest room, as well as two electric guitars. After greeting the band, the musicians were unwilling to lend them out, but when Ye Wenshu asked, no one refused. After all, she could change at any time.
Ye Wenshu took some guitars and gave them to Zhao Mingyang and asked him which one he needed, because she was really not proficient in this.
She learned piano when she was a child, but she didn’t stick with it in the end. Her favorite instrument was the harmonica. She was not proficient in the other instruments, and she didn’t have the time. When she was a child, she studied hard and studied hard, especially learning English took her a lot of time.
, as well as dancing, playing badminton, etc.
Zhao Mingyang chose a folk guitar. He memorized the score of a European and American country folk song for a long time last night.
I went out to a guitar shop at noon and practiced for a long time. If I hadn't given the boss two hundred yuan, he would have gone crazy.
At this time, Zhao Mingyang can be said to have a little grasp of the lyrics and melody, but it cannot be considered familiar. If he had more time, he could play better.
But isn’t there not enough time? Moreover, playing and singing songs like this is best at noon, especially in summer afternoons.
Zhao Mingyang bought a perfume in the mall, which was orange-flavored. Ye Wenshu especially likes to drink orange juice, so he probably likes this taste.
Spray some on the wrists and neckline. At this time, Zhao Mingyang's fingers are a little sore and his throat is a little hoarse. There is no way. There is no shortcut for this kind of thing. It can only be said that practice makes perfect. It is better to remember it now while it is hot, and it has been played all morning. Hurry up.
Time to act.
In fact, playing guitar and piano is not difficult as long as you memorize the music score or play from the music score. But when you read the music score and play and sing, you feel that you may have just watched the music and not memorized it, which makes you feel more professional and loving the music.
After everything was ready, Zhao Mingyang returned to the hotel and sent a text message to Ye Wenshu. He knew that Ye Wenshu would definitely find a way to get the guitar for him. This was not a difficult task.
All he wanted was for her to bring the guitar into the room and play it to her.
No, the doorbell rang, Zhao Mingyang opened the door, and found that it was Ye Wenshu standing outside the door holding a guitar bag. Those long legs in black stockings were very eye-catching.
Zhao Mingyang looked at Ye Wenshu and said, "Thank you, I'm really sorry for the trouble, but I have another unkind request and I don't know if you can help me."
There was a bit of embarrassment on Zhao Mingyang's face, and Ye Wenshu said: "Mr. Zhao, if you can help, I will definitely help."
"Um~ I want you to take your phone and record a video for me. Today is my grandma's birthday. I want to record a video for her and sing a song to her. I haven't been home for a long time. Can you please record it for me?
I sent this video to my family and showed it to my grandma," Zhao Mingyang said.
"That's no problem. Happy birthday to grandma. She will definitely feel your love. How do I record it? Can I record it on my mobile phone and send it to you?" Ye Wenshu said.
"Okay, please, thank you." Zhao Mingyang stood up and turned on the guitar. It was a Yamaha guitar, probably a band member.
Zhao Mingyang walked to the bay window with his guitar and sat on a chair. In this position, holding the guitar while playing and singing under the sunlight can reflect a sense of beauty.
Ye Wenshu stood there holding his mobile phone and watching Zhao Mingyang adjusting the guitar tone. Zhao Mingyang said with a shy face: "I haven't played the guitar for a long time. I don't know if my grandma can understand it. It makes you laugh.
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"The old lady will feel your affection. She will like whatever you sing, and you can play the guitar very well. How can I laugh at you? You are much better than me, and I can't." Ye Wenshu said.
Zhao Mingyang nodded, tuned down and made an OK gesture to Ye Wenshu, and Ye Wenshu started recording.
Zhao Mingyang said to the camera: "Grandma, I wish you a happy birthday. I don't have time to go back to celebrate your birthday with you this year. When I go back, I will make up for your birthday party. I wish you and grandpa a long life. I will sing a song for you.
You love hearing me sing the most, so I will send you a birthday song first.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
Ye Wenshu still had that professional smile on her face. Soon, her smile froze because Zhao Mingyang suddenly changed the genre of music. It was a very familiar song, 500 miles. The melody wrote about wandering,
The lyrics are sad, and it sounds like I'm on a journey.
The sun hit Zhao Mingyang's face, and Zhao Mingyang played and sang this song. His slightly hoarse and lazy voice gave him a unique artistic conception. There was a kind of helplessness and longing in his singing.
This is a foreign country ballad that Ye Wenshu prefers. Zhao Mingyang was playing and singing with his eyes closed, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Wenshu. Ye Wenshu met his eyes, but Zhao Mingyang could be said to be looking at the camera. This damn look made Ye Wenshu
Breathing a little short.
Ye Wenshu's face seemed to be heating up, with a kind of shyness that could not be concealed. She did not dare to look into Zhao Mingyang's eyes. She didn't know what was going on. Is it because of the music? Or was it Zhao Mingyang's eyes, or his handsomeness, or something about him?
The smell of orange perfume?
Ye Wenshu couldn't explain it, but she was sure that at this moment, her heartbeat was uncontrollable.
At this moment, there were only two of them in the room, but the door was open. This was to prevent others from spreading gossip. Someone passed by outside the door and stopped to take a look. There was also the cleaning lady who was cleaning and quickly left after watching this scene.
She was afraid that Ye Wenshu would turn around and find her enjoying herself and watching a movie instead of working seriously.
Zhao Mingyang was still playing and singing, and Ye Wenshu's heartbeat was still racing and her face was getting hot.
My mind began to have random thoughts. I never looked into Zhao Mingyang's eyes, but looked at Zhao Mingyang on the screen. He was so handsome, especially when he was playing and singing this song in the sun. He was so handsome.
"Isn't it a bit bad to sing this?" Zhao Mingyang put down his guitar and took the lead in breaking the silence.
Ye Wenshu stood stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say.
Ye Wenshu quickly pressed the pause button and said, "Old man, maybe you don't understand this."
Zhao Mingyang nodded and said: 'Yes, let me record a new section. What song should I sing?'
"Wouldn't it be better to sing something festive?" Ye Wenshu said.
"Okay then, let me look for a festive birthday song." Zhao Mingyang put down the guitar and picked up the phone and said.
Ye Wenshu quickly saved the video she had just recorded, and decided to go back and cut out the part where Zhao Mingyang sang alone. It was really nice and eye-catching, but little did she know that she had fallen into a hunter's trap.
