Chapter 500

When the song is over, the tide rises again.

The audience applauded for them. In this era of rap and electronic music, it's really amazing to see such a group of rock teenagers.

"Su huaifei star! Su huaifei

In the darkness, the neon iridescence of the distant city is shining on the dark horizon. The bright long columns and high-rise buildings are like the colorful gemstone crystals of the earth, like short cones stabbing into the sky. In front of us is the huge square. Countless people are waving green fluorescent sticks, just like the fireflies all over the pond on a summer night. Lu Zhengkang is looking down from the stage, with a projection screen and gathering screen behind The strong light of the light illuminates the faces nearby. One by one, young men and women raise their hands, and all of them are laughing.

Is that happiness?

He likes it a little, but he's also a little scared.

Does the rest of the band feel the same way?

I like this kind of beautiful moment, but I'm afraid of facing the tide of crowds.

Lu Zhengkang touched his throat. He broke his voice just now. Although this is the characteristic part of the dream of chizixin, the result is that his throat is very painful.

He looked back at his teammates, they were thumbing, everyone was in good shape.

Although Lou Xun Diao always said he couldn't do it, he didn't drop the chain at the critical moment. He is really a good brother.

Life so many accidents, it seems to be at the last moment, but always can survive, this time is no exception. Lu Xuefeng came out backstage and hugged his great grandson.

"Good boy."

The audience exclaimed in surprise, "who's that old man?" "Host?" "Sing, don't be stunned!"

Lu Zhengkang hugged granddad tightly, "granddad, this song is for you. I'll give you the guitar. "

"No way. I can't sing Lu Xuefeng's mouth said so, but his eyes were staring at the crowd in the square, thinking: good.

Lu Zhengkang took off his guitar and hung it on his father's neck. "Father, you can kill Shijiazhuang people and West Lake."

"The West Lake, then. Do you sing?"

"I'm hoarse."

"All right, I'll sing." Lu Xuefeng's eyes have floating light flashing, "kill that, Shijiazhuang people."

Lu Zhengkang took out his harmonica, pressed the teleprompter and asked for a new microphone.

The boy explained to the puzzled people, "Hello everyone, now the lead singer is my great grandfather, who was also a rock musician in those years. Because my throat is very sore, I can't continue to sing, so let my great grandfather be the lead singer."

The crowd quieted down again.

Backstage of the other bands are shaking their heads, there are also people sharp eyed, "that seems to be a long live person, that old man, wearing clothes behind the pattern."

"Long live who?"

"Long live that, long live the Roman violin day, that's in '48. In the middle of the performance, the mechanical patrol came, caccaccacca, even the lead singer and bass were all taken away in handcuffs

"Why, this is a fugitive?"

"Not really. I don't know the details. Just send a message to the top and ask."

The instructor and the host whispered behind the curtain, and the camera was aimed at them, so the host explained the current situation for the citizens watching the live broadcast.

"We are the second time Su huaifeixing band invited foreign aid. Last time, it was a cool girl," the host said. He raised his mobile phone and projected the scene of Bai Fengji wearing a mask and playing a drum. His long hair was flying like crazy willows in the wind. "This time, he was an old man who was said to be the lead singer. I don't know how old he is. I don't know what he will bring us What's the surprise? We'll see. "

After the uproar ended, Lu Zhengkang finally began to play the harmonica. At the beginning, he learned this skill with insight just to replace saxophone, but unexpectedly, the harmonica skill brought him a very interesting specialty.

[hyacinth traveler (EPIC)]: there are many stories in your harmonica. If you play the harmonica, boys will envy you, girls will adore you, and the prodigal son of the end of the world will return home.

Results: the emotional appeal increased significantly, the personality charm increased significantly when using harmonica, the probability of human empathy experience increased, the vital capacity increased significantly, the cleanliness of saliva increased slightly, the growth speed of beard increased slightly, and the possibility of oily hair increased.

If Lu Zhengkang learns one skill a day, he will achieve more and more about his hair. It can be predicted that he will be a Viking savage with long hair on his face in the future.

The harmonica tune is transmitted through the microphone, which is a bit blurred and distorted. But every audience is deeply confused. They now feel that the boy on the stage is shining, not the brilliant white light, not the gorgeous colors, but the old dumb orange light.

The real notes floating around the boy they see may be different for individuals. The more perceptual they are, the more moved they will be. However, all of them are indulged in their own illusions, an illusion caused by Lu Zhengkang, the story in the old photos, the scene of the last century looming, the era of panic, the society of sadness and happiness.It's just an illusion, but there's no sound at all. People forget to wave their hands. The fluorescent stick in their hands stops. People watching the live broadcast feel the throbbing current rising from their spine and shaking all over.

"What program is this?"

"It's a music festival. It's on the other side of the mountain."

"It's a high level. I really want to go."

“……”

"That's nice. Who's playing the harmonica? Eh, it's live. How can you play the sound out? "

"Then I'll wear headphones."

"No, let's play it out. It's funny."

Bai Chengyu was sitting in the staff lounge, drinking tea with no expression on his face, while his colleagues were chatting on their mobile phones, and the scene of the music festival was broadcast on a small projection screen on the wall.

When the tune of harmonica rings, Bo Chengyu feels a kind of nostalgia rising from her heart. It's music. She smiles a little, puts down her tea cup, and plans to watch the program to relax her tired body and mind.

In the live video, the old man with a white electric guitar awkwardly plucked the strings, but soon became proficient, and the sound of the harmonica faded. Lu Xuefeng gently sang: "I got off work at six in the evening to change the clothes of the pharmaceutical factory, my wife was cooking porridge, I went to drink a few bottles of beer, and lived like this for 30 years until the building collapsed. The darkness in the depths of the clouds, the landscape in the bottom of my heart... "

The synthesizer played a sad cello. At last, the voice of the old man sounded again. It was like iron lumps, like hailstones with rain. One by one, everyone closed their eyes. Some people almost cried.

"At the octagonal counter, crazy people's shopping mall

" buy a fake gun with a fake banknote

"defend her life until the building collapses

" the night covers the North China Plain, and her face is soaked with sadness... "

Mu Huai pressed the button of the synthesizer, the trumpet sounded, and the high flying tune was like an arrow rushing into the cloud. Once again, the cymbal dropped.