Chapter 93: An Unforgettable Day
"Ding."
The elevator went to the first floor.
Lin Zaishan followed the white pigeon's phone call and walked out of the elevator.
The white pigeon told Lin Zaishan about the situation on the side of the Big Buddha Band, and the other party had already adjusted the instrument and could not borrow them, and Lin Zaishan understood this.
"It's okay, let's play on guitar and clarinet."
"Well, that's what I thought too! Daddy, hurry up! It's almost time for Huang Ying to perform! ”
"OK, Zhenzi is going to push the cart, and we'll be there in five minutes."
Walking out of the building door, Sun Yuzhen was already pushing a small motorcycle and waiting for Lin Zaishan outside.
didn't go home, and he was still wearing the blue and charming floral dress.
Wearing such a skirt, Sun Yuzhen couldn't ride.
After work, Sun Yuzhen rarely wears skirts, in addition to the special nature of the work of the TV station, the more important reason is that she can't wear skirts on a motorcycle.
"Uncle, you take me, I'll help you get the instrument."
Sun Yuzhen gave up the small motorcycle to Lin Zaishan.
"Okay."
Lin Zaishan handed over the guitar case and the clarinet case to Sun Yuzhen, and Malier got into the car and let Sun Yuzhen sit sideways in the back seat of the car.
The two of them galloped to the small hall of Dongyi University as fast as they could.
On the way, the little motorcycle was upside down, and Sun Yuzhen hugged Lin Zaishan's waist from the side and back, and her soft breasts were all squeezed behind Lin Zaishan.
The skirt that Sun Yuzhen wore this night was very light, and the corset she wore was not the type with a very hard underwire, which made the snow on her chest squeeze behind Lin Zaishan, forming a particularly soft and delicate pressure. At that moment, Lin Zaishan could feel very sensitively that Sun Yuzhen's chest was completely squeezed behind him.
Usually when I say goodbye to Sun Yuzhen, I do a hug ceremony, but that kind of hug is very polite, and it is separated with just a light sticker, at that time Lin Zaishan didn't feel that Sun Yuzhen's chest was very material, and it wasn't until Sun Yuzhen squeezed him hard behind his back tonight that he found that the equivalent of the two balls on Sun Yuzhen's chest was also considerable!
If he was still young and hormones were soaring, he would definitely let the little motorcycle bumble a few more times and let Sun Yuzhen squeeze him a few more times.
But now, he is not interested, it is more important to be able to hurry to the small hall.
At 8:35, Lin Zaishan and Sun Yuzhen rushed to the small auditorium.
Bai Ge, Huang Ying, and the five disciples were waiting for them at the door.
The five sons of believers who were originally coaxed by the Big Buddha saw Sun Yuzhen in a skirt, and their eyes lit up! The mood is instantly better!
The top beauties have such a healing effect.
"Sister-in-law! You're so beautiful tonight! ”
Song Peng was the most direct, and he went up to praise Sun Yuzhen.
Without glasses, the sides of her cheeks were drunk with beer and a pure and thorough crimson, Sun Yuzhen at this time was like a peach to be picked, which was extremely tender and attractive from any angle.
"What are you calling! It should be called an aunt! ”
Li He slapped Song Peng on the back of the head and helped Song Peng change his words.
"Yes, auntie, haha!"
Song Pengse smiled, and didn't forget to peek at Lin Zaishan.
Lin Zaishan was so helpless that he was messed up by the two imps, so he took the guitar case from Sun Yuzhen and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense." ”
Sun Yuzhen smiled sweetly and didn't say anything.
The white pigeon came over and slapped the two of them on the back of the head: "Don't mess around! Hurry up and take Senior Sister Yuzhen in. Dad, let's go backstage and discuss the sound with the sound engineer about the sound effect. ”
"Uncle Lin, thank you so much today." Huang Ying once again expressed her gratitude to Lin Zaishan.
"It's okay, let's go quickly, don't delay the performance."
Several people acted separately, and Sun Yuzhen and the believer Wuzi went to the auditorium audience area to take their seats, ready to enjoy the performance.
Lin Zaishan took Bai Ge and Huang Ying to the backstage to talk to the sound engineer about the debugging of the live sound effects.
When the Big Buddha Band, Wen Sasha and others saw that Bai Ge and Huang Ying were coming with a tall and thin uncle wearing a baseball cap, they immediately guessed that this uncle should be Bai Pigeon's father.
Liu Xiaohui, the keyboardist of the Big Buddha, and Wang Zhanpeng, the lead guitarist, showed a surprised look at the same time.
Wang Zhanpeng glanced at Liu Xiaohui and asked, "This is Uncle Lin who is piercing the stone, right?" ”
"Yes! It turned out to be him! Liu Xiaohui's tone was full of admiration.
Chen Pan asked, "Who?" Do you know? ”
"This uncle is amazing!" Wang Zhanpeng did his best to praise the forest in the mountains. He and Liu Xiaohui went to the water through the stone to see Lin Zaishan's jazz special before, and they were very impressed by Lin Zaishan's musical talent!
Wen Shasha heard Wang Zhanpeng say this, and was secretly surprised in her heart, you must know that the lead guitarist of the Big Buddha has a very arrogant character, he rarely praises others, and now he praises the father of the white pigeon in such an exaggerated tone, this uncle seems to have two brushes!
The white pigeon Huang Ying took Lin Zaishan to Windsor and the others, and introduced each other briefly and politely.
After Xue Zhong and the others listened to Wang Zhanpeng's admiration for Lin Zaishan, they were all very respectful to Lin Zaishan, not at all as casual as they were with the five sons of the believers just now.
"Uncle, you're the jazz singer who wears through the rocks, right?" Wang Zhanpeng suddenly talked more, and when he communicated with the believers just now, he didn't bother to pay attention to the other party.
"You've been to my show?" Lin Zaishan was slightly stunned.
"Yes! Your performance that night was so strong! When are you still doing special shows? I'll definitely go back to the show! ”
"Thank you. I can't say how long it takes me now, if I do a special show again, I will post a notice in advance, you can pay attention to the website of Water Through Stone. ”
"Good!" Wang Zhanpeng excitedly said to Xue Zhong and others: "Wait for the next time the uncle will do a special show, Dazhong, you must go and see, this uncle is absolutely amazing when he plays jazz!" ”
Liu Xiaohui asked admiringly: "Uncle, are you a professional jazz musician?" ”
"My dad was a rock singer."
"Huh?"
Wang Zhanpeng and others were all surprised.
Bai Ge had no time to talk nonsense with these senior brothers, they had to hurry up and discuss the stage effect with the sound engineer, and it was about to be Huang Ying's performance, she pulled Lin Zaishan: "Dad, let's go to the sound engineer first." ”
"We'll talk again when we have a chance." Lin Zaishan said goodbye to the people of the Big Buddha and took the two girls to find the sound engineer. During this period, he only glanced at Wen Shasha when Huang Ying introduced Wen Sha, and he didn't look at it again in the end.
However, he was quite impressed by the girl's amazing beauty.
The white pigeon told Lin Zaishan before that the female president of the sand painting club is very beautiful! It is one of the three best school flowers of Dongyi University.
Lin Zaishan didn't care about it at that time, but when he really saw it, he found that in the beautiful Dongyi High School, the top school girl did have amazing appearances.
Even an uncle like him, who has seen strong winds and waves and has dated countless women in his predecessor, has to praise this girl's god-given appearance in his heart after seeing Windsortha. But that's about it.
Looking at the back of Lin Zaishan leaving, Ma Nan frowned and asked Wang Zhanpeng: "Is this uncle really so powerful?" ”
"I've never seen a Chinese who can play jazz as good as him!" Wang Zhanpeng said in an exaggerated tone: "What's even more incredible is that his jazz music is all original by himself, super powerful!" ”
"Original jazz?" Xue Zhongrao was stunned, he studied music, and he knew best that jazz was the most difficult kind of music to be original, and it was not difficult to be original and popular, but if you wanted to create original jazz, you had to see real kung fu.
"Brother Zhong, when he does a special show, you must go and see it. Zhanpeng and I heard from other bands that day that there was a particularly powerful musician doing a special show, and we didn't take it very seriously. I didn't know until I went,! The master is really in the folk! I personally think that this uncle's musical literacy is that more than 90% of the singers on the Internet are now overblown, and he is really super tough! That jazz piano playing, it's simple! ”
"Listen to what you said, I really want to see this uncle's level quickly. Is he a folk musician? Xue Zhong asked with interest.
"I guess, I don't know. He has never reported his name, and the people in the café call him Uncle Lin. Suddenly remembering something, Liu Xiaohui said again: "Oh yes, this uncle seems to have participated in the new show "The Strongest Singer-Songwriter" made by Oriental Television, and he should be there when it premieres on the 11th of next month." ”
Did Windsorsa silently recite "The Strongest Singer-Songwriter" in her heart? Okay, I'll have to take a look then.
was told by the people of the Big Buddha, Wen Shasha inexplicably gave birth to a feeling of worship for Lin Zaishan.
The music of the Big Buddha is already very powerful in Wen Shasha's opinion, but I didn't expect that the people of the Big Buddha would respect Lin Zaishan so much, could this uncle be a folk music god?
I really didn't expect the white dove to be such a hidden Cinderella, she actually has such a magical father!
8:45 p.m.
It's Huang Ying's turn to perform.
The announcer announced: "Please enjoy the sand painting work of Huang Ying, a second-year student of the Department of Fine Arts, "Unforgettable Day". ”
The scene burst into warm applause, and most of the people's eyes focused on the girl sand painter wearing an elegant yellow dress next to the light box on the left side of the stage.
Sun Yuzhen's eyes looked at the sound area on the right side of the stage - where Lin Zaishan and Bai Ge each sat on a high chair, Bai Ge was holding a mottled old guitar, Lin Zaishan was wearing a baseball cap and holding a black pipe, the expressions of the two were surprisingly consistent, and they were both smiling and looking in Huang Ying's direction. The light blue stage light sprinkled softly on the two of them, giving them a soothing effect of moonlight, which was warm and picturesque.
Windsor and the Big Buddha all came to the stage to enjoy Lin Zaishan's musical performance up close.
"That uncle not only plays the piano, but also plays the clarinet!" Liu Xiaohui sighed in a low voice.
Wang Zhanpeng glanced at Liu Xiaohui: "Of course people who play jazz play the black pipe." ”
Wen Shasha suddenly asked softly: "White Dove said that her father is a rock singer, why do you always say that people play jazz?" ”
"We've only seen his jazz shows, and he's really strong!" From Wang Zhanpeng's tone, it is not difficult to hear how shocking Lin Zaishan's jazz special was that night.
"That little junior sister is quite stylish holding the guitar." This was said by Ma Nan.
Xue Zhong glanced at Ma Nan helplessly, thinking that this guy was really a layman, knowing that someone had a cow father, his attitude immediately changed.
The audience fell silent.
Huang Ying drew strong self-confidence from the eyes of Lin Zaishan and the white pigeon on the other side of the stage, took a deep breath, stood behind the white light box, grabbed a handful of fine sand, and sprinkled it on the projection board as gently as a spray.
On the big curtain of the stage, there was an instant projection of Huang Ying's slender fingers gently plucking the fine sand.
A romantic melody came to the white pigeon's mind, and he used a pick to pluck the strings slowly to score Huang Ying's sand paintings.
As if the melody of memories flowed from the bottom of people's hearts, the color of the guitar prelude played by the white pigeon is quite warm and beautiful.
The same melody, the same technique, played by people with a good sense of musicality and played by people with a bad sense of musicality, the effect of popping up is completely different.
At this moment, the guitar melody flowing from the fingers of the white dove is the type that is particularly emotional and intoxicating without realizing it.
Playing this technique is not complicated, it is purely a piece of music that relies on melody and musicality to express emotions, and the white pigeon can always play well, making people listen to it, the roots of the ears slowly become softer, and the whole heart will melt with it.
Wang Zhanpeng only listened to it for a few ears, and immediately fell in love with Wu and Wu's comments: "This little junior sister plays the guitar quite well!" ”
Liu Xiaohui also praised: "Sure enough, it is a tiger father and no dog girl." ”
Accompanied by the guitar soundtrack of the white dove, on the light box, Huang Ying has quietly turned the sand into an image, and a girl in a long skirt with long hair fluttering has been outlined from the sand fog, dancing lightly, looking back and smiling.
There is no sun in the composition of the sand painting, but listening to the romantic guitar Solo and looking at the smiling face of the girl on the screen, everyone projects a warm ray of sunshine in their hearts.
Melted into the beautiful melody flowing from the white pigeon's plucked strings, leaned forward slightly, and Lin Zaishan sang in a very vicissitudes of life and warm voice-
……
The sun is warm~
It has been shining into my heart~
If it weren't for you~
How could there be me today~
……
Sometimes I think of ~
and the story of your experience~
Those scenes are flying~
Sweet and sentimental~
……
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