Yang Zhenyu survived the hellish final exam. He bought 2 boxes of concentrated Red Bull, and when he stayed up all night and couldn't carry it, he came to a can, and his heart was beating suddenly. After every course, he went to the teacher to kneel and beg. He went to class this half semester, and the teachers watched Yang Zhenyu's prodigal son turn back, and no one would embarrass him.

After the exam, he was a little reluctant.

On the afternoon of July 11, Yang Zhenyu participated in the audition of "Chinese Singer".

The audition for the Koto Division is located at the SS Koto City Office. Outside the studio is a long hallway, and at the end of the corridor is a hall where more than 300 contestants sit. It's like a big waiting room in a train station, and it's like an outpatient building in a hospital.

The audition for "Chinese Singer" lasted for 10 days, which was extremely miserable, and only 54 people advanced, of which only 10 were newcomers. Specific to the Jiangdong Division, there is an average of 1 per day.

There are more than 300 people to be determined, and there is another round of competition.

The contestants all wore ID badges on their chests and chatted with a buzz. The hope of the audition is too slim, and the vast majority of people have no expectations, and they all come to play with the mentality of a day trip, so the hall is very lively.

The service at the audition site is very good, there are a variety of free cold drinks provided by the sponsor, and the staff is on standby at any time. There are also large TVs hanging in each row, which broadcast the situation in the studio in real time.

It's still early, so I'm moving around the ocean and chatting with some acquaintances who signed up last time. Yang Zhenyu sat half-dead. Ding Bo has completely given up hope and is purely here to mix. Tiger didn't sign up, sitting on the side and playing on his phone.

Yu Haiyang chatted with a few girls for a while, then sat back in his seat and asked, "Why hasn't Master come yet?"

"He played the piano for Channing's grandfather. ”

A month and a half passed, and Old Man Qian's mood gradually improved, and his body miraculously recovered his health. The old man was no longer satisfied with listening to the guitar and listening to the songs, and began to pull Fang Yan to chat, eat and drink. The doctor didn't let him drink more, so he asked Fang Yan to drink for him, and he watched it himself.

After chatting with the old man for a while, Fang Yan rushed to the scene.

He came to accompany Yu Haiyang and Yang Zhenyu. The guitar has just been changed to a set of strings and is in excellent condition. There is no way, the strength of these two people is weak, and it is very difficult to pass the audition.

Ding Bo definitely couldn't get by, so Fang Yan just let it go.

There were more than 300 players in the hall, almost 80 guitars, and the sound of pianos could be heard from time to time. Fang Yan also took out his guitar and tuned the tone.

"Where are we going to eat in a while?"

"What do you want to eat, you still want to eat? Yang Zhenyu said. They also signed up for the college band competition, which is auditioning on Saturday, and now they have to practice against the clock.

Fortunately, Ding Bo has been frantically tortured by Fang Yan, and the bass technology has improved greatly.

A young staff member walked to this row and asked Fang Yan, "Classmate, do you have any spare guitar strings?" ”

"Yes. ”

"Okay, thanks. ”

"......" Fang Yan looked up and asked. "Which string do you want?"

The young man was stunned, said a little wait, and ran away again, and after a while pulled a young girl over. The staff said, "Thank you, I asked for a long time and didn't get it." “

It was the highest note E string that broke, Fang Yan found an E string from the piano bag and handed it to him.

"Thank you, thank you. ”

The staff left, and the girl thanked her, sat on the side, and buried herself in tinkering with the guitar and changing the strings. This guitar is small and good-looking, but the quality is very poor, and it is an entry-level model of about 300 pieces.

This girl looks average, she looks smaller than Yuan Yuan, her face is listless, her hair is tied up randomly, the clothes she wears are also sloppy, and her orange T-shirt has a piece of oil. She lowered her head and twisted the knob, tuned with the mobile phone APP, and her hair blocked her eyes.

"Hello. ”

"Huh?"

"How much is a string?" she spoke, slouchingly.

Fang Yan said he didn't want money.

"Oh. The girl bowed her head and played the piano again. Her fingering is very rusty, and she plays simple broken chords, which is completely at the beginner level of learning the piano for 3 months, and the dynamics and rhythm are unstable. After two flicks, she asked, "Can you lend me a pick?"

"Good. ”

Without waiting for Fang Yan to find it, Yang Zhenyu first took out his small bag, turned out a row of paddles, asked her to choose, and said, "You'd better take 0.5, it's more comfortable to sweep the strings." ”

The girl said, "Oh. ”

The staff member just now walked back briskly and asked Fang Yan carefully, "Classmate, you, are you a wizard?"

"Yes......"

"Hey, your hair has grown so long that I almost didn't recognize it. We've got you covered. "The young man is very attentive and speaks in a low voice, afraid that other players will hear. "If you have any requests, call me at any time, I'll be over there. ”

"Thank you. ”

The young man didn't say anything more. After Fang Yan signed up for "Chinese Singer", Feng Lu's status in the hearts of the leaders was sharply improved, and he was commended by the internal notice. Now, Feng Lu is in charge of contacting Fang Yan, although her main job is to mop the floor.

The girl heard this, looked up at Fang Yan suspiciously, and didn't speak.

She took the pick and gently strummed the strings, put the guitar aside for a moment, and pulled out a small fancy notebook from her school bag and wrote on it. Her posture is a bit like Dustin Hoffman in "Rain Man".

Yu Haiyang accosted: "Beauty, you came alone?"

"Hmm. ”

"What grade are you in?"

The girl ignored him, put down the little notebook, and lowered her head in a daze.

This man is a little strange, he moves very slowly, and he does everything slowly, like a sloth that has not woken up. After a few minutes, the staff called the number, and about 10 players walked inside.

The girl looked up, and her face turned pale.

Yu Haiyang looked at the number plate on her chest and beckoned: "Go, go quickly, I've called you." ”

“……”

"Go, we'll show you the bag. ”

"Oh. The girl asked Fang Yan in a panic, "Can you ...... Loan me a guitar strap?"

Fang Yan was speechless, thought for a while and said, "Don't bother, you can just take my guitar." ”

The girl glanced at the limited-edition Martin guitar, shook her head, and muttered, "It's ugly." ”

“……”

"It's all death anyway. She continued to talk to herself.

The girl was gone, her little notebook still on her bag. Yu Haiyang took it and turned to a page, just glanced at it, and immediately coughed violently.

"Ahem......"

Ding Bo leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Haiyang unfolded the notebook and showed it to everyone, there were only two lines of words on it, which were just written by the girl, and the words were crooked and skewed, which was ugly.

Wizard Wizard

Dirty and wet

“……”

What the hell? This girl looks like she can't wake up, she doesn't make a sound, who knows she's writing this. Fang Yan originally didn't want to read the stranger's notes, but now he was also curious. Yu Haiyang turned a few pages forward, and a few lines of words, the title was "Oil Splash Noodles".

You think

It's so late

and me

on WeChat

Say these

It's true

Is it appropriate?

"Uh......" Her text feels weird and funny. Fang Yan flipped through another article, which was also a few lines obliquely, and the title was "Winter Solstice".

I really fantasized about it

Trains and forests

Orange peel

bone

And also

The shadow of you running fast in the snow

That

I'm thinking

You're a Dog (How Good That Was)

pity

You're not

You're not

"It's all a mess. Yu Haiyang muttered, got up and went around again.

Fang Yan felt that this text was a little sad. Turning the pages again, it's all these weird, mind-blowing words.

These are not like the material for lyrics, but poems. Every text is a world, a small, unusually solid world. With bizarre hallucinations. Fang Yan looked at it for a while and put the notebook back.

Is she a genius? Or is she mentally ill?

The spirit should be fine.

Fang Yan felt that this girl was a person who could write songs. Although it is messy, a rare imagination can be seen.

The TV was the real-time signal of the studio, and the girl came on stage, awkwardly holding the guitar, and sang for 5 seconds, and the judges quickly pressed the button and eliminated it directly. The girl nodded, actually put the guitar on her shoulder, and left.

She couldn't sing at all, and she was still a blank slate. Fang Yan thought for a while and asked, "Zhenyu, I want to teach her to play the piano and sing, what do you think?"

"Huh?"

Yang Zhenyu didn't want Fang Yan to accept any more students. He thought that with a little fat junior brother Kong Lei, he had been hit hard. Besides, this girl is not good-looking and lazy, and the master has taken a fancy to her.

After a while, the girl returned to her seat, gave Yang Zhenyu a paddle, and slowly packed up her things without changing her face. Fang Yan introduced herself and asked her if she wanted to learn guitar and sing.

The girl glanced at Fang Yan and stood up straight, her eyes full of vigilance.

She is introverted and suspicious of the outside world. Her strings were broken, and she had to ask the staff to borrow them for her. Listening to Fang Yan's words, she was a little hesitant.

Yang Zhenyu added proudly on the side: "My master only accepts two students, one is a famous classical guitar master, and the other is me. ”

"Aren't you a lost soul brother, singing so badly. ”

“……”

"What's your name?" Fang Yan asked her.

"Wen Jing. ”

"I didn't say I was going to teach you anything. It's just playing together, playing the piano and singing. Fang Yan said very seriously.

Wen Jing scratched her messy hair. She had been expressionless, and now she suddenly looked unconvinced. Unexpectedly, her ordinary face suddenly became extremely smart, and her face was still childish, but radiant.

She also talked more.

"What's the use? Brother Lost Soul has also learned to sing with you, can a person like him pass the audition? Hmph, if he can pass the audition, I will learn from you. ”

Fang Yan nodded and said, "He should be able to pass." ”