The young man left, and the woman clicked on the intercom on the desk: "A young man in black will come down immediately from the second floor. His name is Zhao Yu. Arrange for him to come on stage to sing a song." After saying that, she locked the door and returned to the desk and put her hand down again.
to the shirt buttons.
Qin Jian kept wiping sweat all the way out. It was terrible.
They didn't even lock the door to do that kind of thing. They haven't been this open in 19 years!
Fortunately, I didn't bump into Brother Li, or would I still be having fun?
"Sir, please wait a moment."
A man in a black suit suddenly appeared at the stairs and stopped in front of Qin Jian.
"Are you Mr. Zhao Yu?"
"Uh, yes."
Qin Jian apologized to Fatty again in his heart.
"Please come backstage to prepare. You will sing the next song."
Qin Jian looked at the time and saw that it was almost ten o'clock. He had to finish his work early and rush back to the hospital.
After sweeping the stage, the little girl who had just sang had just finished her song and left the stage. The stage happened to be empty now, and the folk guitar next to the microphone stand made Qin Jian make up his mind.
"No need to prepare, just come."
"Don't you need to prepare an accompaniment?"
"No, thanks."
Qin Jian said and walked directly towards the stage.
If I can’t play the piano anymore, why can’t I still play the guitar?
After passing several dining tables, Qin Jian walked down the stage, stepped up in one stride, walked to the folk guitar, picked it up, plucked the strings a few times, and fine-tuned the guitar's pitch.
The originally noisy hall became quiet because of this, and everyone looked at the stage in unison.
Qin Jian sat on the high stool in the middle of the stage with his guitar in his arms, jumped the microphone stand to the appropriate height, and coughed twice.
"I'll borrow the guitar, thank you."
"An old song that I have learned for the first time is given to everyone."
After Qin Jian finished speaking, he moved his fingers.
Several chords were played out, and after Qin Jian's arrangement, the original guitar intro had a different flavor.
After a slide.
Qin Jian's voice echoed throughout the hall.
"She came to my concert"
“On a first date with my first love at 17 years old”
"Boys queued up all night for her"
“I spent half a year’s savings to buy a pair of tickets.”
…
The hall that was already quiet became even quieter.
The entire hall was filled with clean guitar accompaniment and the clear, slightly hoarse but no less magnetic voice of the young man in black on the stage.
The eaters stopped using their chopsticks, the drinkers put down their glasses, and even the restaurant staff turned their attention to the stage from time to time.
"I sang to her heartbreak, and I sang to her intoxication"
"Three years of love and a letter will be taken back"
"She remembers the sound of the platform whistle urging her"
"Play my songs to make people cry"
"Hey, let's cry with people"
…..
Next to the fence on the second floor, the woman in the office arrived here at some unknown time.
There was still a cigarette between her plump red lips.
She always only listens to Zhang Xueyou's original songs and refuses any covers.
But she originally only smoked one cigarette a day, but today she made an exception and lit up a second cigarette.
She, who has read countless people, looked down at the young man on the stage.
She had read countless people, but at this moment she felt like she couldn't see clearly.
They are two completely different people on and off stage.
She didn't know if there was any story about him in the song.
But his musical expression and stage control that are not suitable for his age are really incredible.
interesting.
...
"She came to my concert"
“Falling in love at the age of twenty-five is beautiful”
"My boyfriend gave her roses behind her back"
"She doesn't answer the phone and stays up all night"
Fanhua Lane is a music restaurant, not a bar, not a nightclub, and certainly not a livehouse. But at this moment, I don’t know who raised the phone first and shook his arms.
Then, more and more people, one by two or three, from near to far, in the lobby on the first floor and at the fence on the second floor, took out their mobile phones and swayed their arms to the music.
Even a drunk middle-aged man in the booth raised his bottle of wine in a daze.
Under the dim light, everyone turned on their mobile phones with flashlights, making the entire hall look like a small concert venue.
But there was no screaming, no noise, no whistling.
People on the stage sang quietly, and people in the audience listened quietly.
At this moment, everyone listening seems to have the same mind.
A girl on the left is crying in the arms of her boyfriend, and a lonely woman on the right is sad alone in Qin Jian's singing.
Loving and being loved seem to have an equal resonance at this moment.
"I sang to her heartbreak, and I sang to her intoxication"
"True love is so precious at the age of thirty-three"
"Young girl begged him to step aside"
"Let men decide who they want to fly away with."
"Hey, who is flying away?"
On the second floor, the woman smoked cigarettes one by one. In just a few minutes, there were five or six cigarette butts beside her black high-heeled shoes.
"Oh, Brother Li."
Suddenly, a man with a shiny face and a big gold chain hanging around his neck came out of a private room on the second floor. He happened to see the woman standing by the fence and trotted over to say hello.
Seeing that the other party ignored him, he followed the other party's gaze. It seemed that all the other party's attention was on the singing of the young man on stage.
The man with the gold chain rolled his eyes, as if he had caught something, and suddenly moved closer to the woman, "You also like the Legend of the Phoenix Emperor?"
"roll."
A simple word, calm and simple.
"Oh, look at my sharp eyesight, I've troubled you again. Please take a walk in the store when you have time. I recently got some new stuff. You must like it."
As the man with the gold chain spoke, he retreated and returned to the Emperor's Box No. 2.
Even as the general manager of the well-known Hengjiu Jewelry North China Head Office in Nan City, he can only retreat in despair at this moment.
“Women who listen to music after the age of 40 are beautiful”
"The child asked him why he was crying"
"The man next to me has already fallen asleep"
"She came to my concert"
…..
Qin Jian finished singing the last word completely and placed the guitar next to the high stool.
He leaned towards the microphone and pointed to the guitar beside him.
"The guitar is good."
"thank you all."
The originally quiet stage was suddenly filled with a lot of joyful laughter.
"The guys on stage are awesome, they sing well and they are also humorous."
"Nice handsome guy."
"One more song, one more song!"
The atmosphere under the stage became more and more lively.
Qin Jian stood up and bowed again
"thank you all."
From the beginning to the present, Qin Jian has been paying attention to the audience, paying attention to the audience's emotions, and then adjusting his stage performance.
Singers and musicians who can arouse the emotions of the audience are undoubtedly excellent.
"We still want to listen." In a booth in the corner, a group of young ladies were chattering.
"Let's play another song, buddy, my son still wants to hear you sing." The big brother with his family in the hall was not to be outdone.
Seeing the audience in the audience becoming more and more enthusiastic, Qin Jian became more confident about tomorrow's task, and even had a hint of new ideas.
But depending on what Brother Li said next, Qin Jian raised his head and caught a figure turning around at the fence on the second floor, feeling aggrieved again in his heart.