Recalling the scene last night, Sean was still a little unbelievable. Even Ding Yun, who had always been opposed to it, actually relented and said that if she really wanted to develop in this area, she would not object.
It was like that at the time, but after a night, I can actually understand it when I think about it. After all, music has no national boundaries.
Xiao En walked down the stairs. Xiao Man and Ding Yun were busy in the kitchen. When they heard the footsteps, they turned around and said with a smile: "Xiao En, are you up? You sit down for a while, breakfast will be ready soon!"
Hearing this long-lost greeting, a warm current surged in Sean's heart. In his previous life, from the time he graduated at the age of eighteen until his rebirth, Sean had always lived alone. Even because of work, the almost thirty-year-old still didn't.
Marriage, a long-lost scene, has actually been in Sean's mind for a long time.
After breakfast, Sean sat in the living room and watched the morning news. This was a habit he had developed in his previous life, and it was also related to Sean's work.
Information is so important for every industry, but in the stock market and futures market, the importance of information is even mentioned as being equal to efficiency.
But Sean is going to be disappointed today, because the morning news is almost all bits and pieces. The only thing that interests Sean is the news about the distant motherland, that is, the homeland war that broke out at the end of the year. This
It also made Sean realize that he was no longer in his motherland in the 21st century, nor with his familiar teammates and friends, but in a...
After carefully straightening his slightly wrinkled trousers, Sean stood up and prepared to go back to the room to continue his thoughts on future development that were interrupted by the arrival of his parents last night, when there was a knock on the door at the entrance.
"Sean, are you there?"
Along with the knock on the door came another question. After thinking for a moment, a childish face and voice were equated in his mind. Sean smiled bitterly. If he really didn't want anything, he would just come to the door.
The speaker's name is Jack Smith, the keyboard player in Sean's Twilight band, and he is technically top-notch for his age.
"Jack, what do you want from me?" After thinking about it, Sean opened the door.
"Oh, Sean, you're fine! You know what? It almost scared a few of us that day. The doctor said you had a moderate concussion, and we thought we wouldn't see you again for a while.
Yesterday, a few of us were discussing when to go to the hospital to see you, but we didn't think it was good to go empty-handed, so David and the others went to work to earn money for gifts. When I woke up early in the morning, I heard that you had been discharged from the hospital.
I came over quickly. But I have already notified a few of them, I believe they will be here soon!" Jack Smith waved his arms and tried to make his words more convincing, and apparently he had done it.
After a little recall, it was not difficult for Sean to remember everything that had happened before. Although the other members of the band were all white or black, they still gained Sean's respect in their actions. In return, Sean did not mind plagiarism.
Several classic English songs of later generations, because sitting like this makes Sean feel no guilt at all.
"Stop standing at the door, come in and sit down." With a flick of his head, Sean motioned for Jack to enter the room, took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to Jack. Sean continued: "How have you been these days? You still have practice.
What?"
"No, we are scared. We have been worried about your health these days and are not in the mood to practice. Besides, as soon as I touch the keyboard, I will remember that you are still in the hospital. How can I be in the mood to practice! That group
You bastard, I will definitely give them a good look next time I see them!" Jack poured a big mouthful of Coke into his mouth, swallowed it hard and looked satisfied with a burp on his face. Jack said a little distressed...
"There is an old saying in my motherland, which is that if you don't advance, you will retreat!" After glancing at Jack and noticing the confusion on the latter's face, Sean continued to explain with satisfaction: "It means that when we learn something, if we don't practice it every day, it will become worse over time.
Not only will it not make progress, it will actually regress!”
Sean shamelessly changed the meaning of this idiom, but Sean was relieved, because in the United States in 1978, there must be no one except real Chinese who wanted to expose him.
"If you don't practice for a period of time, your hand feeling will decline. None of us know this. We used to worry about it, but it won't happen now because our captain Sean has recovered from his injury and been discharged from the hospital!" As he said this, Jack jumped to the top of the page.
Behind Sean, his hands also made a heart shape around Sean's head.
For Sean, what else can he do except smile bitterly?
"Sean, we're here, open the door quickly!" I was about to say something, but I didn't expect that another rapid knock on the door came from the entrance, but this time it was no longer Jack Smith but David
Brown.
Before Sean could make any move, Jack rushed over and opened the door. With a smile, Sean stood up and followed Jack. No matter what the reason, Sean didn't want to neglect, because Sean had a new idea in his mind.
After hugging one by one, Sean directly motioned to several people to follow him upstairs, because Sean was going to re-enact yesterday to let these young teammates listen.
The elegant melody sounded, and Jack and others swayed along with the melody. For them, listening to Sean playing guitar was a kind of enjoyment.
But when Sean hummed along with the melody, Jack and others were collectively petrified!
Classic songs do not require a professional level to appreciate, but you can follow the melody and want to sing along even if you don’t know it! Although I don’t know who said this, Jack has always wondered whether there is a song in the world.
The song can achieve this level. When Sean sang the first line, Jack remembered this line, and then he discovered that there really is something in this world...
When the second chorus started, Jack and others had already started humming along, but for fear of disturbing others and Sean, they consciously lowered their voices.
After the last pipa sound ended, Jack and the others couldn't calm down for a long time! As members of the band, everyone can see the quality of this song, and Jack and the others are enjoying this song now.
"What do you think of this song?" Sean was very satisfied with the effect he had created. After appreciating each song, Sean asked with a smile.
Jack and the others did not dare to speak at all, for fear of destroying the lingering sound that seemed to remain in the room. They all looked at Sean and nodded.