Although this piano is very common in the market, Liu Jingxin is very sure that this is the one he sold, and he is so familiar with every decorative line on the panel and scratches on the scratch plate that he can't be more familiar with it.

He had obviously sold this piano, or sold it to a person far away in Rongcheng, how could it appear here in Fang Zhichao?

"Brother Chao, this ......" Liu Jingxin didn't know how to express it, his thinking was very chaotic at this time, and his mood was even more chaotic.

Fang Zhichao said: "This is what Zhang Xun went to Rongcheng to find for you." ”

"Zhang Xun?" Liu Jingxin's breath stagnated, and the whole person was stunned on the spot like petrification.

Fang Zhichao looked at Liu Jingxin with a complicated expression, and hesitated for nearly half a minute before saying, "Zhang Xun asked me to tell you a word, do you want to listen to it?"

"Hmm. Liu Jingxin nodded solemnly.

Fang Zhichao said: "He said, he doesn't need you to thank him, he just wants you to owe him all the time, owe him for a lifetime." ”

The dissolution of the band has already made Liu Jingxin feel indebted to Zhang Xun for so long, and now Zhang Xun has traveled thousands of miles to Rongcheng to find the guitar he sold, he really owes Zhang Xun too much.

Liu Jingxin unconsciously clenched his fists, and secretly swore in his heart that he would get Zhang Xun back no matter what.

Everyone in Friday cannot be replaced, and Friday without Zhang Xun is incomplete!

Fang Zhichao raised his hand and patted Liu Jingxin's shoulder, and said, "You and this old friend of yours haven't seen each other for a long time, let's talk about the old days first, and I'll help you contact the car." ”

Liu Jingxin raised his hand and gently stroked the round and slightly cool body, the perfectly slender neck, and the sharp and angular headstock like a knife, and his eyes gradually moistened.

Welcome home, brother!

Peng Conan stood aside and watched this scene, although he didn't know exactly what was going on, but through Liu Jingxin's expression and state at this time, as well as the conversation between Liu Jingxin and Fang Zhichao just now, he could already guess the general situation. His eyes were red when he felt empathy, and he stood by without saying a word, without disturbing Liu Jingxin.

Half an hour later, the van contacted by Fang Zhichao finally arrived.

After a busy job of several people inside and out, they finally moved the equipment and instruments that the Friday band temporarily placed here in Fang Zhichao into the car, and then rushed all the way to the new rehearsal room of the Friday band.

Liu Jingxin did not tell the rest of the band about the confirmation of the rehearsal room, he wanted to surprise everyone.

After the drum kit was put together, and the speakers, mixers and other equipment were arranged, Liu Jingxin couldn't wait to take a few photos and send them to the group, and also sent the address of the rehearsal room.

After Jiang Li and the others learned the good news, they were so excited that they called Liu Jingxin one after another to inquire, and made an appointment to go to the rehearsal room for a rehearsal tonight.

After talking to the brothers, Liu Jingxin connected the power supply of the speaker, opened the piano case very gently and took out the long-lost guitar, and after connecting it to the line, he took out the pick and played it gently.

No singing, no repertoire, no technique, Liu Jingxin played the pentatonic scale, which was the first fingering training he came into contact with when he first learned the guitar, and it was also the most commonly used warm-up training before every rehearsal and performance.

For Liu Jingxin, the pentatonic scale is like eating, drinking, sleeping, and even breathing, which has long become his habit, and it is the most common way for him to communicate with this guitar.

We, long time no see! We'll never be separated again!

Zhang Xun is right, the guitar is the lifeblood of a guitarist, and it cannot be abandoned.

During this time, although he had the electric box piano given by the system, Liu Jingxin no longer missed his guitar all the time, and if he could, he was even willing to exchange the electric box piano for his own guitar.

Now the guitar is back, but Liu Jingxin still feels incomplete, because there is one less person on Friday.

Zhang Xun, I'm sending you now, when will you come back?

Liu Jingxin sat quietly in the rehearsal room and tirelessly played the pentatonic scale over and over again, recalling the past of the band, recalling that he and Zhang Xun had written songs together, rehearsed together, drank together, were sad because they couldn't see a way out, and cheered together for a successful commercial performance......

They have been through so much together, they have long been the most inseparable part of each other's lives, they are brothers!

If it weren't for Peng Conan's kid playing drums next to him and always disturbing Liu Jingxin's train of thought, it is estimated that Liu Jingxin would have been able to write an original poem about brothers and dreams.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Jingxin put away his guitar, locked the door of the rehearsal room, and temporarily separated from Peng Conan after going to the food stall last night to eat something, and met in the rehearsal room after 10 o'clock in the evening.

Seeing off Peng Conan, Liu Jingxin returned to the rehearsal room, waited until two o'clock in the afternoon, and finally waited for Tong Wenxuan.

Liu Jingxin felt that it was very inappropriate for them to take classes in the place where he lived, and the house was still lent to him by Sun Guomin, so he notified Tong Wenxuanxin of the place of class at noon.

"Wow, is this your new rehearsal room? It's great!" Tong Wenxuan originally walked in with a frown, but after seeing the great contrast between the inside and outside of the rehearsal room, he suddenly became excited.

Liu Jingxin nodded with a smile and said, "In the future, we will take classes here, and you can come here to watch our band rehearsal if you have time, and from now on this will be our Friday base camp." By the way, you take out the guitar quickly, and I'll see how you practice. ”

"Okay!" Tong Wenxuan quickly took out the guitar, and after Liu Jingxin helped him tune the piano, he began to show her training results.

Sure enough, as Liu Jingxin expected, Tong Wenxuan's finger play in his right hand is barely passable, but the chord fingering of his left hand can't be added, and he is very rusty.

This is just playing accompaniment, and before the singing part is added, it is already so messy, if Tong Wenxuan plays and sings a song to her grandmother as a birthday gift at such a level, I really don't know if the old lady will take out a bunch of quilts for Tong Wenxuan to play.

No, no, no, it's not appropriate to say this, after all, everyone who plays cotton is better than the current Tong Wenxuan.

Seeing Tong Wenxuan stop with a disappointed face, Liu Jingxin comforted: "It's okay, the guitar just needs to be practiced, and many times you don't necessarily know how much you have improved." It may be messy one day, and the next day it will be able to bounce it off completely, which is a common thing. ”

The process of practicing a musical instrument is very boring and boring, and the level of performance needs to be accumulated through long-term and continuous training, and this accumulation process is invisible. Only when the accumulation reaches a certain level can it be revealed, and it will take longer to become proficient and advanced.

Liu Jingxin really felt that Tong Wenxuan had worked very hard, and he also believed that Tong Wenxuan would practice very well sooner or later, but there was not much time left, and it was really impossible not to make people secretly anxious.

Tong Wenxuan slowly raised his head and said in a firm tone: "You don't have to persuade me, I know I'm quite stupid." But I'm not going to give up, I'm sure I will!"

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something and asked timidly, "Do you have time at noon tomorrow?"

Liu Jingxin said: "There should be, what's wrong?"

Tong Wenxuan said: "My best friend will get married tomorrow, if you have time, can you accompany me to her wedding?"