Fang Yan didn't dare to reply to Yuan Yuan's WeChat, and put it aside, he had to think about it.

However, Yang Zhenyu is easy to handle.

In the movie "The Godfather", Marlon Brando always wears a black suit, has a hoarse voice, and says unhurriedly: "Well, I'm going to give him an offer that he can't refuse." ”

Fang Yan also gave such an offer: "Zhenyu, if you don't fail the course, I will teach you to play the piano." ”

“……”

Yang Zhenyu was completely stupid. He has always wanted to learn guitar from Fang Yan, he has begged several times, and he always calls him Master like cute, but Fang Yan has always ignored this stubble. Unexpectedly, now I actually agreed. He couldn't believe it.

Fang Yan asked, "How is it?"

"I, I, I, I ......"

"I didn't let you get a perfect score, get a scholarship or something, just don't fail the course, don't drop out. Will it succeed?"

It's too much. I'll do whatever you want.

In the rehearsal room, Yang Zhenyu was in a trance, grinning and wanting to laugh, but only twitched the corners of his mouth a few times. He nodded vigorously, picked up the Fanta guitar in both hands, and said, "Master, can you play it for a while?" ”

"Good. ”

Fang Yan took the guitar and swished to play for a long time. The electric guitar sounded loudly, and it was the large guitar solo of "Don't Cry" that Yang Zhenyu played just now.

Although the distortion is turned on, each note is extremely clear, and the melody rushes to the top, and the speed suddenly increases, and the 4 consecutive bars are crammed with thirty-second notes, which is completely different from the original.

Then the bass strings sound in unison, rumbling forward, destroying all obstacles. A high note was raised, and the guitar began to cry, stretching endlessly, rushing to the heights, as if screaming, roaring, shaking everyone's whole body numb, and blood boiling.

After a small climax, the guitar returned to the original trajectory, with 4 consecutive triplets clicking, diving again, plunging headlong into the abyss, and rising into the air again, decisive, tough, and unstoppable. Another dense note, suddenly taking off, quickly weightless, floating, and finally disappearing in the endless air.

A minute of solo, everyone who played was dizzy, not knowing where their home was.

Fang Yan put down his guitar and said, "Let's go, let's eat." ”

The 4 members of the Waste Wood Band, plus Xia Mo, all stayed where they were, completely stupid.

"It's crazy!"

"Is this the real strength of the great god, it's better than the original version. ”

"How did he practice......

"," Yu Haiyang patted his thigh, regretting it. "I should record it!"

"Crazy!"

"We're ...... scum"

After 9 o'clock, everyone didn't have dinner, so they ordered kebabs, grilled oysters, big kidneys, cold dishes platter, and drank beer at the roadside food stalls. Yesterday was to give Fang Yan a pick-up, and today, it is to celebrate Fang Yan's move into a new home.

The cold large bottle of beer is only 5 yuan a bottle, and everyone drinks it in a small cup and takes a sip. After drinking a circle, everyone felt that Fang Yan was very easy to get along with and a lot more intimate, so everyone drank directly from the bottle.

"Brother Yan, do you know, what are you playing in a band now? It's all money. Yu Haiyang talked the most, his face was red, and he grabbed Fang Yan and didn't let go. "People buy a box, fifteen thousand. We don't have enough equipment to add all of them, how can we compare?"

Indeed, these days, playing everything burns money.

It's hard to make money from the band.

After drinking a little wine, the Waste Wood Band began to talk about the band competition, and while chatting, they looked at Fang Yan. The meaning is quite clear, if Fang Yan joins the band and becomes a waste wood, he will definitely be able to reach the finals.

The college band competition was held in July 2017 for the first time. During the summer vacation, universities in Koto City and other neighboring provinces also participated, and it is said that more than 1,000 bands signed up.

There are too many bands, so they have to be divided into divisions and auditions.

The goal of the Scrapwood Band is to...... Through auditions.

"Don't they all say that this kind of talent show, the audition is the most difficult?" said the tiger, chewing a piece of meat.

Xia Mo raised the wine bottle and said domineeringly: "Brother Fang Yan, I'll drink one with you." ”

Boom, half of the bottle is gone.

Yang Zhenyu couldn't help it, he also raised the wine bottle, and said loudly: "Master, if you don't join our band, you can play the lead note, and the lead singer can also do it." ”

As soon as these words came out, the four members of the band stared at Fang Yan together.

"Say it again, say it again. Fang Yan came down in a cold sweat, he took a sip of beer, and asked Yu Haiyang again: "You guys, no one wants to drop out of school, right?"

"No, no ......"

After drinking for a long time, Ding Bo took his mobile phone, held a cigarette, and smiled obscenely: "Brother Yan, you now have a new name on the Internet, do you want to know?"

Everyone was curious: "Say it quickly." ”

"Don't be angry. ”

"You're talking too much nonsense!"

Ding Bo held his mobile phone and read word by word: "You are called, the man who wets the wild roses." ”

"......"

Several people laughed, and Yang Zhenyu squirted a mouthful of wine on the ground, coughing. Only Fang Yan was alone, what the hell was Wild Rose?

At the same time, in Hangzhou, 200 kilometers away from Jiangdong, in a high-end community, an old man tossed and turned in bed.

It was about 10 o'clock in the evening, when the young people were making a fuss, but the old people had already rested.

The old man's name is Ma Shengguang.

Ma Shengguang, 61, was the dean of China's top conservatory of music before his retirement. He was a violinist in his early years, rose to fame at a young age, won numerous awards abroad, and later helped the National Orchestra, was a concertmaster for a while, and then a professor at the Huaxia Conservatory of Music. This kind of national treasure-level character should not have retired, and it is not surprising that he will work until he is 90, but Ma Shengguang will not work anymore when he reaches the age of 60, and he must retire.

Hangzhou has a humid climate and is a good place to recuperate.

Old man Ma only reads newspapers, does not use the Internet, and does not participate in any activities. Of course, he also took 2 graduate students, gave lectures once a year, occasionally got together with old friends, named editor-in-chief of a music encyclopedia and several journals, and became the president and vice president of a bunch of literary and artistic associations...... He always jokes that his biggest goal is to live to be 100 years old and witness the rise of Chinese music.

The problem is in the afternoon.

"Old man, old man, there's something good, come and see!"

The only one who dares to call himself an old man is his baby daughter Ma Yue. The girl is 35 years old, and she is not married, but lives with her parents. She holds the title of a famous singer and works as an associate professor at the Conservatory of Music in Hangzhou, always looking for all kinds of interesting music and performances for Old Man Ma.

Even Vocaloid was introduced to the old man.

She said it was called the crow feeding.

Ma Shengguang is working in the garden, like a farmer. He wiped his hands and went back to the house to sit down, Ma Yue had already taken out an iPad, which was the video of "I Miss You Every Day" sung by Fang Yan.

System prompt: 100,000+ barrages are coming!

All kinds of words of "opening and kneeling" and "small fists" took off with a bang, and Ma Yue hurriedly closed the barrage.

Singing on the street.

Ma Shengguang was startled, and the muscles on his old face twitched. Yueyue, you're just going to let me listen to this?

"Don't get distracted, keep watching!"

After 2 bars of music, Ma Shengguang nodded and said, "The guitar is played very thinly." ”

And he said, "The guitar is good." ”

The song sounded, and after singing, Ma Shengguang nodded again: "The singing is also very fine." ”

Ma Yue slapped his father's shoulder and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Old man Ma wore reading glasses to watch the video and stopped talking, but there was a series of barrages floating in his mind. It sounds good, what tune, D? and E down. Octave lower. It's still a child. Not bad. He narrowed his eyes and relaxed.

After a song was played, Ma Yue asked, "How is it?"

"That's good. ”

"That's it, don't you have anything else to say?"

Ma Shengguang was speechless.

Isn't it just a pop song, what else can you say? He does classical music, and although he never says that pop songs are bad, he still looks down on him in his heart.

In fact, if he could get a "good" from his mouth, Fang Yan could really smile at Jiuquan.

Ma Shengguang thought for a long time and explained to his daughter: "He doesn't say the guitar, and he sings well, such as the sentence 'faintly', you must not have handled it well 5 years ago." ”

"Why are you talking about me again!" Ma Yue pretended to be angry and asked again. "Listen to it again?"

"No, no, no. Ma Shengguang hurriedly ran.

"Dead old man!"

Ma Yue knows that his father seems to be indifferent, but he is very ambitious.

He retired early and ignored mundane affairs, but in fact he was engaged in creation behind closed doors, and wanted to write a musical masterpiece that shines in the past and the present and leaves a name in history. After more than a year of retirement, he sat at the piano whenever he had time, meditating on the keys. Other than that, nothing else.

It's just a pop song.

……

At night, Ma Shengguang lay on the bed, rolling back and forth, sighing, and couldn't sleep. His wife woke him up a few times and angrily asked him to go to the guest room to sleep.

The wind was fresh at night. Ma Shengguang held a teacup and stood in the garden full of flowers, facing the moonlight and the starry sky, speechless and in a daze.

Never had insomnia.

There was a voice ringing in his head all the time, simple, plain, but like a devil, lingering. That's the singing voice in the video of "Thinking of You Every Day" he watched during the day.

"Alas. Old man Ma sullenly, took a sip of hot tea, and muttered to himself.

"Is this the aftermath of the ......?"