Yang Zhenyu also had experience performing on stage before, but it was a band, with friends, and there were dozens of people in the audience. Now he is facing more than 500 numbers alone, and his heart is constantly racing.

There was a lot of sweat in his palms, and he wiped it on his pants.

Yang Zhenyu's left hand slid on the strings, and the first feeling was hard.

The strings are so hard. When Fang Yan played the piano just now, the strings were like soft cotton threads, so soft that they couldn't do it, but now, the strings were cold and hard, as if it was difficult to press.

"No, it's a shame...... Present eyes. He meditated.

Although it is singing "Blue Lotus", Yang Zhenyu wants to show his little hand first and play a piece of solo.

Solo is all about solo. There is only one guitar on the scene, and everything you play is solo, but generally speaking, solo refers to the independent performance of a certain instrument in the band. For example, in the middle of a song, the bass, drums, and keyboards all lower their volumes, and only the guitar itself plays a long string of melodies to highlight itself, which is called solo.

Yang Zhenyu played a few bars, and the more he played, the more panicked he became. The sound of the guitar is small, thin, and often breaks and mistakes. He played fast, but the sound of the guitar ...... He couldn't hear it himself.

Because the buzz of the crowd was too loud. As soon as Yang Zhenyu played the piano, he felt that the noise at the scene was so loud. The sound of the air, the sound of the street lights, the murmur of the crowd, and the sound of talking.

"I can't hear ~~!"

"It's better to be louder!"

There were a few shouts from the audience, and they seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

Yang Zhenyu was even more panicked, he thought about it, snapped on the speaker, and plugged the wire into the guitar. A few crackling, hissing currents rang out, and the guitar was much louder. He cleared his throat, looked at the crowd with some fear, and lowered his head to play the harp.

A few smooth notes floated out of the speaker, vaguely the melody of the Blue Lotus. But the sound was too ugly, dry and thin, and a little impetuous, and every note was unstable and seemed to be in a hurry. In addition, he had a sense of foreboding.

"Click......

The paddle in Yang Zhenyu's hand flew out.

A pick is a coin-sized sheet, usually triangular in shape, made of plastic or metal. Pluck the strings with a pick, which is more labor-saving and has a brighter tone. Hold the pick in your hand, or it should be loose or tight. It's too stiff and loose...... Well, it will fall to the ground, or fly out.

The paddle flew to the feet of the cute girl in the short skirt. This sister held back a smile, picked it up, and handed it to Yang Zhenyu.

"Stupid ......"

There were several laughs from the crowd, like a few crisp slaps.

Losing the paddle is a brain-dead mistake. Yang Zhenyu's face was dull, holding the paddle, and walked back. Under his feet was a ball of wires coiled on the ground, and he stumbled and almost fell. He stabilized his body, his face turned pale, and he looked at Fang Yan with a frightened expression.

The audience was a little unable to sit still. The chatter is getting louder and louder.

"What does this man do?"

"Tease, huh?"

"Why didn't that handsome guy play. ”

……

"Don't be nervous, play slower. Fang Yan patted him again and whispered.

"Oh. Yang Zhenyu agreed.

The audience suddenly burst into applause, and it was not sparse, it was very enthusiastic. Yang Zhenyu looked up and saw that Fang Yan was standing on the side, leading everyone to applaud him.

Charcoal in the snow. A little encouragement can ignite his faith. Yang Zhenyu glanced at Fang Yan gratefully, walked up to Mike, and said, "Eh...... Good evening, everyone. ”

"Haha. One of the girls laughed.

"Ahem. Yang Zhenyu didn't know what was going on, and continued to tremble in his voice, saying, "Next, I'll sing a song of Xu Wei's "Blue Lotus". ”

"Hahahahaha......"

Many people laughed, and a girl didn't sit still, holding her stomach, her body tilted, and she fell on top of her companion.

There was nothing wrong with that, but he was serious, and his voice trembled, but it was very funny. He was so nervous, his body was very tight, his face was red, he was sweating profusely, and it made people want to be happy when he looked at it.

He cleared his throat and said again: "Well, I'll sing ......"

"Hahaha!"

"Xu Wei's ...... "Blue Lotus" ......"

"Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death~~" Several girls in the front row laughed wildly, and even the very cute uncle was happy.

Yang Zhenyu was anxious, the green tendons on his neck were prominent, and he was a little angry. Why is it so quiet when he plays the piano, as soon as I come, you make such a fuss.

The audience gradually quieted down, his little heart beating wildly, and his legs trembling vigorously. He bowed his head deeply and played a piece of solo, which was not "Blue Lotus", but a large section of blues that he had practiced for a long time.

Blues, also known as blues, was originally a form of Afro-American music that gradually developed into a vast system. It is the foundation of modern rock 'n' roll.

The piano doesn't stop, and the hum of the audience continues. The fat uncle stood up, walked up to Fang Yan, and stretched out his hand to hold it.

The uncle cried a lot just now, but now he is calm and smiling again. After greeting, he said to Fang Yan: "I have a good brother who loves this song "Desperado" very much, and many years ago, when the Eagles had just come back, we made an appointment to go to their concert together. At that time, there was no money, desperately earning money, alas......"

"Hmm. ”

Then he left. Once, I worked overtime for two days, and when I got home, I didn't wake up as soon as I lay down. He always said that when he got rich, he would go to the concerts of the Eagle Band...... Rich...... Hey. In the end, he didn't make it. My brother left his wife and children alone and left. ”

"Hmm. ”

The uncle patted his chest with a smile and said, "Thank you, brother." I'm satisfied today. Filled. ”

"Big brother, we are all alive and well. Fang Yan said.

Fang Yan's heart was also turbulent. There are too many people in the world, and behind every song, there are countless stories. Fang Yan has seen too many situations in life in prison, and he has been slowly realizing that he can make these people and these things his own strength.

The uncle slowly sat back in his place, and the bespectacled girl had already stood aside, rushed up, opened her mouth, and said, "Hey, bad guy." ”

Hmm, bad guys? What do you mean. Fang Yan didn't understand. He glanced at the girl and thought to himself, do you people in Jiangdong City greet each other like this.

"Hello, bad guys. The girl's face turned a little red and she looked up again. "Are you studying music professionally?"

"Well, sort of. Fang Yan replied. In prison, he did play the piano seriously for 5 years, and to put it mildly, more professionally.

Yang Zhenyu was bowing his head solo, getting more and more anxious, and all kinds of noises were non-stop. He couldn't bear it, suddenly stopped the guitar, turned his head to Fang Yan and Mei Paper, and said, "Don't talk about it, I'll play the piano here." ”

“……”

"Hahaha. The audience burst into laughter again.

"Oops, forgot to catch the subway. An aunt said, picked up her companion, and walked slowly. One after another, people went out in waves.

Seeing that the crowd was rapidly draining, Yang Zhenyu was in a hurry, he blushed and said to Mike, "Don't laugh." ”

"Hahaha. ”

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Is it that ridiculous?"

"Hahahaha......"

"You ...... This is my territory!" Yang Zhenyu broke down emotionally and roared. The audience is so bad. He thought, is this a stage play, where the protagonist breaks off and changes his own teasing to be funny?

"Hahaha!"

"My ...... Turf, laugh at me......" Everyone laughed crookedly, this man was so funny that even the most serious person had a smile on his face. As it is written in the novel: the scene becomes a sea of joy.