The young man left, and the woman clicked on the walkie-talkie on the desk: "A young man in black will go down to the second floor immediately, named Zhao Yu, and arrange for him to sing a song on stage." With that, he locked the door and returned to his desk to put his hand on the button of his shirt again.

Qin Jian kept wiping his sweat all the way out of the house, it was terrible.

I didn't even lock the door to do that kind of thing, and I haven't been so open in 19 years!

Fortunately, I didn't bump into Brother Li, otherwise I would still play with an egg?

"Sir, please wait a minute. ”

A man in a black suit suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs and stopped in front of Qin Jian.

"Are you Mr. Zhao Yu?"

"Uh, yes. ”

Qin Jian apologized to the fat man again in his heart.

"Please come backstage and get ready, and you can sing the next song. ”

Qin Jian glanced at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and he had to finish his work early and rush back to the hospital.

Sweeping across the stage, the little girl who sang just now had just finished her song, and the stage was now empty, and the folk guitar next to the wheat rack made Qin Jian make up his mind.

"Don't prepare, just come on. ”

"Don't you need to prepare an accompaniment?"

"Thanks, no need. ”

Qin Jian said and walked directly towards the stage.

Can't play the piano, can't he play the guitar?

Passing through several dining tables, Qin Jian walked to the stage, stepped up with an arrow step, walked to the folk guitar, picked it up, plucked the strings a few times, and fine-tuned the guitar pitch.

The originally noisy hall was quieted down because of this, and everyone's eyes were all looking at the stage.

Qin Jian sat on the stool in the middle of the stage with his guitar in his arms, jumped the wheat rack to the right height, and coughed lightly.

"Guitar borrowing, thanks. ”

"An old song by Zhang Xueyou is given to everyone. ”

After Qin Jian finished speaking, his fingers moved.

Several chords were graded out, and after Qin Jian's adaptation, the original guitar prelude had a little more flavor.

After a slide.

Qin Jian's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"She's coming to my concert"

"First date at the age of 17"

"The boy lined up all night for her"

"Half a year's savings bought a pair of tickets"

......

The hall, which had been quiet, became even quieter.

The whole hall was filled with clean guitar accompaniment and the clear, slightly hoarse but magnetic voice of the boy in black on stage.

The eaters stopped their chopsticks, the drinkers put down their glasses, and even the restaurant staff looked at the stage from time to time.

"She is heartbroken when I sing, she is intoxicated when I sing"

"Three years of affection, a letter to be withdrawn"

"She remembers the whistle on the platform"

"Broadcast my song and accompany people to tears"

"Hey, we're crying with people"

.....

Next to the fence on the second floor, the woman in the office didn't know when she arrived.

There was still a cigarette in the middle of the plump red lips.

Zhang Xueyou's songs, she has never listened to the original songs, and refuses to cover all songs.

And she originally only smoked one cigarette a day, but today she made an exception and lit a second cigarette.

She has read countless people, looking down at the teenager on the stage.

She has read countless people, but at the moment she has a feeling that she can't see clearly.

The judgment on and off the stage is like two people.

Whether there is a story about him in the song, she doesn't know.

But this age-appropriate musical expression and stage control is incredible.

Interesting.

......

"She's coming to my concert"

"Love at the age of twenty-five is beautiful"

"My boyfriend gave roses behind her back"

"She doesn't answer the phone and doesn't sleep at night"

Blossom Lane is a music bar, not a bar, not a nightclub, not a livehouse, but at this moment, I don't know who raised the phone first and shook his arm.

Then, one by two, three by one, near and far, in the hall on the first floor and at the fence on the second floor, more and more people took out their mobile phones and waved their arms to the music.

Even a drunken middle-aged man in the booth raised his wine bottle in a daze.

Under the dim light, mobile phones with flashlights turned on one by one, decorating the entire hall as if it were a small concert scene.

But no screaming, no noise, no whistles.

The people on the stage sang quietly, and the people in the audience listened quietly.

At this moment, the minds of each listener seem to be the same.

A girl on the left wept in her boyfriend's arms, and a lonely woman on the right grieved alone in Qin Jian's singing.

Loving and being loved seems to have an equal resonance at this moment.

"She is heartbroken when I sing, she is intoxicated when I sing"

"True love is so precious at the age of thirty-three"

"The young girl begged him to give way"

"Let the man decide who to go with and fly high"

"Hey, who's flying away"

On the second floor, the woman smoked one by one, and in just a few minutes, there were five or six cigarette butts on the edge of the black high heels.

"Ouch, Brother Li. ”

Suddenly, a man with a large gold chain around his neck came out of a box on the second floor, happened to see a woman standing by the fence, and hurriedly trotted over to say hello.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, he followed the other party's gaze, and it seemed that all the attention of the other party was in the singing voice of the stage boy.

The man with the golden chain rolled his eyes, as if he had caught something, and suddenly approached the woman a little, "You also like the Legend of the Phoenix Emperor?"

"Get out. ”

A simple word, calm, crisp.

"Ouch, look at my eyes, I'm blocking you again, you have time to walk around the store, I have recently arrived with something new, you must like it." ”

The man with the golden chain retreated as he spoke, and returned to the second box of the Son of Heaven.

Even as the general manager of the famous North China head office of Hengjiu Jewelry in Nanshi, he can only retreat here at the moment.

"A woman who listens to a song after forty is beautiful"

"The child asked him why he was crying"

"The man next to me has long been asleep"

"She's coming to my concert"

.....

Qin Jian finished singing the last word and put the guitar next to the barstool.

Leaned over to the microphone and pointed to the guitar next to him.

"Good guitar. ”

"Thank you. ”

The stage, which was originally quiet, was suddenly filled with a lot of joyful laughter.

"The guys on stage are awesome, they sing well and they have a sense of humor. ”

"Handsome guy is good. ”

"One more, one more!"

The atmosphere in the audience is getting more and more lively.

Qin Jian got up and bowed again

"Thank you. ”

From the beginning to the present, Qin Jian has been paying attention to the audience, paying attention to the emotions of the audience, and then adjusting his stage performance.

Singers and musicians who can arouse the emotions of the audience are undoubtedly excellent.

"We're going to hear it. "In a booth in the corner, a group of young ladies are chattering.

"One more song, buddy, my son still wants to hear you sing. "The big brother in the hall is not to be outdone.

Seeing that the audience was becoming more and more enthusiastic, Qin Jian became more confident in tomorrow's task, and even faintly added a new idea.

But then it depends on what Brother Li says, Qin Jian raised his head and just caught the back of a turned around at the fence on the second floor, and there was a sense of grievance in his heart.

Sister, I really didn't mean to.

Really.