Although the purpose was to encourage Han Jing, he also had to be careful. Zhang Yichi went back at the right time and brought the microphone over.
"How is it?" Zhang Yichi asked with a smile.
"That's great." Han Jing said with a look of unfulfilled satisfaction, "This is the best I've ever played."
"Come on." Zhang Yichi quietly encouraged him, and then continued to communicate with the audience through the microphone, "Then our performance will continue."
Afterwards, they performed four or five songs together, all of which were familiar songs. Although such songs are bad, they have been proven by the market, so they can still infect people.
However, Han Jing's hand problems became more and more serious as time went on. From making small mistakes at the beginning, to simply using arpeggios to reduce the difficulty of the performance, and finally switching to slow songs.
Han Jing gritted his teeth and held on, playing all the songs prepared in the playlist.
There were few songs prepared this time, also because there was not enough rehearsal time, and it was my first time singing, so it was mainly just an experiment.
After the last song on the playlist ended, when Zhang Yichi looked at Han Jing, Han Jing was sweating profusely and his hands were shaking slightly.
"Can't you hold on anymore?" Zhang Yichi asked with concern.
"Uh..." Han Jing didn't give an answer. His hands really couldn't hold it anymore, but he still wanted to continue the performance. Because there were still so many audiences watching, even though the audience had changed due to time.
Another batch.
"Put down the guitar." Zhang Yichi said.
Han Jing sighed and put down the guitar.
"Because this is our first time to perform, we don't have many songs prepared. Next, it's the last song of the day." Zhang Yichi said to the audience.
Han Jing, who had just put down his guitar, was a little confused. Wasn't he asked to put down his guitar and end the performance? Why did he say there was still another song?
"The last song is an original song by our guitarist." Zhang Yichi's words solved Han Jing's doubts, "He has a dream to be a singer. The reason why I sang today is mainly because of him
Some are nervous and some are afraid that his performance is not good enough to win everyone's applause. However, I think he is brave enough now and he can sing this song well for everyone."
The audience applauded.
"This song doesn't have a name yet, but it tells about a period in his life, from confusion to finding direction. I hope everyone can listen to it attentively." After Zhang Yichi finished speaking, he turned to Han Jing and raised his head, "Come here.
"
"I...I'm not ready."
"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Yichi walked aside with a deliberately dark face.
Han Jing had no choice but to go there. When he was wondering if he wanted to sing a cappella, he found that Zhang Yichi had picked up the guitar and was carefully groping for the chord fingerings.
"You've only been practicing for four or five days! Is that okay?" Han Jing didn't expect Zhang Yichi to accompany him.
Zhang Yichi ignored him and started playing by himself. After hard practice, he had basically mastered the playing method that Han Jing had made difficult. The speed was amazing enough.
"I don't know how long this dark night is, and I don't know how to stay stubborn in a place where I can't see my fingers..."
Han Jing started singing.
He does have some talent in this area, and his voice condition is very good. In addition, he understands music theory and has done relevant studies, so his singing skills are obviously much better than Zhang Yichi's.
Zhang Yichi is nervous now.
He wasn't nervous before, but now, he volunteered to fulfill Han Jing's greater wish, and he couldn't mess it up. If he played it wrong, he would mess up Han Jing's performance. It was the first time that Han Jing performed his original music to so many people.
The song will end in failure.
Zhang Yichi moved his head back and forth, sometimes staring at the fingerboard to make sure he played every chord correctly, and sometimes looking at the strings, worrying that he was playing the wrong one.
Soon, the song reached its climax, and the lyrics began to become confused and gradually became firm.
"There, the haze will drift away with the wind as long as it blows. There, the nightmare, when I wake up, will it collapse easily."
The second time you sing, the strumming speed increases.
"There, the haze will drift away with the wind as long as it blows. There, the nightmare, when I wake up, will it collapse easily."
The third time he sang, he strummed the strings faster. Zhang Yichi concentrated on it, fearing that the time would be wrong.
"There, the haze will definitely drift away with the wind, as long as it blows. There, the nightmare, as long as I wake up, will all be annihilated and cease to exist!"
On the last play, the emotion reached its climax and the lyrics became completely firm.
Han Jing sang with all his strength.
The song ended and there was another round of applause.
The exhausted Han Jing smiled.
Zhang Yichi also breathed a sigh of relief.
…
On the way back, they used part of the money they earned from singing to buy some barbecue and beer back home.
"It's so cool! Although there is no video, I will remember it for the rest of my life!" Han Jing said excitedly as he took a sip of beer.
"Do you have any other feelings?" Zhang Yichi wanted to hear Han Jing's current feelings.
"I have become braver!" Han Jing said about his biggest change, "I feel that after today's performance, I have become braver. Thank you, I may be more determined to dream of being a singer. I want to sing in the future instead of always thinking
Time is spent playing games and selling materials to make money.”
Zhang Yichi listened.
"I want to find a chance to pursue my dream, although I may not succeed. But today's performance really made me feel the charm of music. This is what I like, so I want to do it, and I want to do it."
Han Jingdao.
"It's good. I think this is the biggest gift for you as an adult. It allows you to understand how to go in the future and what you want to pursue. At least you are not confused anymore. Even if that road is difficult,
You also have a direction, you don’t have to worry about it so much, just follow it.”
"Well, I will continue to work hard to study music theory and sing and practice the piano." Han Jing became more excited after drinking some wine.
Zhang Yichi and Han Jingchang chatted all night, but after Han Jing drank one bottle, Zhang Yichi didn't let him drink anymore. Han Jing's drinking capacity is very poor, he probably hasn't drank much, so it's better to
Don't drink too much.
After drinking, it was getting late. After the excitement passed, he felt tired. Han Jing fell on the bed, sighed with contentment, and fell asleep peacefully.
Zhang Yichi went to take a shower, cleaned up the mess after eating the barbecue, and then lay down to rest.
In the middle of the night, Zhang Yichi faintly heard Han Jing's cry.
He opened his eyes, stood up and turned on the lights in the room. He saw Han Jing lying on the bed with tears on his face. He cried and said: "Am I being pressed into bed by a ghost? Why can't my body move?"
?It seems like you don’t listen to my orders anymore!”