Chapter 119: Art Salon (2)

Hearing everyone laugh, Huang Feihong knew that he was wrong again, damn, it turned out that this young man with a small flat head was not a young man.

The tomboy looked at Huang Feihong and said, "Brother Feihong, you are wrong again, I am not a boy, I am an innocent girl." ”

Huang Feihong took a look at the Adam's apple of this tomboy, and sure enough, it was flat, there was no Adam's apple at all, and the neck of the first "beauty" with a ponytail was so prominent.

Huang Feihong said: "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't see it." ”

The tomboy said, "People just have a little flat head." ”

"Sister, remember, I'll call you sister in the future."

Shen Bingbing pointed to a bald head again and said, "This light brother is called Owen." It's our saxophonist, who plays the saxophone well. ”

Huang Feihong looked at him and said in his heart, there should be nothing wrong with this Brother Guang being a man.

Huang Feihong said, "Brother Owen, you are not of Chinese nationality, right?" ”

Owen said: "I am a true Chinese, I studied in the UK, so I gave a foreign name, this is just my stage name, my real name is Wang Dapeng." ”

"I hope to be friends with Brother Dapeng."

"Me too, each other."

Shen Bingbing pointed to an innocent sister and said, "This sister's name is Ah Fang, and she specializes in beating drums." ”

The little beauty named Ah Fang came to Huang Feihong and said angrily: "It's nice to meet Brother Feihong, you are Sister Bingbing's friend, and you are a friend of all of us." ”

"Yes, yes."

Shen Bingbing then introduced them one by one, including the director, lighting, costumes, and recordings.

Huang Feihong saw that there were still some young people sitting in the hall, so he asked, "Who are they?" ”

Shen Bingbing said: "They are our fan group, and when they go outside to perform, they all rely on them to coax the scene." ”

Huang Feihong said: "Okay, I'm also your fan." ”

Everybody said, "Welcome, welcome." ”

Shen Bingbing finished introducing her friends.

They scattered and sat down around several round tables.

On each table are mineral water, juice, iced tea, and a few plates of fruit.

Huang Feihong sat with Shen Bingbing and the first few people introduced.

Shen Bingbing put on the boss's stand and said, "The day of the performance is coming soon, and today is the last rehearsal." ”

Li Lele, who had a horsetail whip, said: "Bingbing, I'm waiting for you, you're here, let's start right away." ”

Shen Bingbing said to the director: "According to the order of your program list, start rehearsals, this time, you must rehearse according to the requirements of the actual performance, because this is the last time." ”

The director took out the program list, stood up, and shouted: "Everyone, pay attention, now the rehearsal will start immediately, according to the order of the program list, the first program is a saxophone performance, and the next violin performance is to prepare." ”

Immediately, the lights came on, and the video and audio recordings were all in place.

The bald man named Owen walked to the stage with a saxophone in his hand.

Owen set up the saxophone in a decent way, and then began to play, and the beautiful saxophone music rang out in the hall.

The piece that Owen played was Kelly King's famous tune, "Coming Home."

And Owen's performance is also professional, it sounds like Kelly King's performance, and even the action is imitated extremely realistically, which can be faked and real.

Everyone in the audience listened attentively, and seemed to be completely brought into the artistic conception expressed by the music.

After Owen's performance, the audience erupted in thunderous applause, and the fans shouted and whistled.

Owen bowed deeply and stepped off the stage.

The director announced that the violinists would take stage and the cellists would prepare.

So the girl with the little flat head walked to the stage, because there was no large band accompaniment, so she had to put on the accompaniment recording, a burst of accompaniment music sounded, the flat-headed girl put the violin on her shoulder, picked up the bow with one hand, and pulled it up, so the gorgeous and tactful sound of the piano permeated the hall, soft and melodious. It sounds like a heavenly sound.

The little flathead plays Saint-Saëns' "Introduction and Rondo", which is a very difficult piece, but it is performed by the little girl in a brilliant and beautiful way.

Huang Feihong was also deeply affected by her performance, and everyone was immersed in the artistic conception depicted by the music.

After the performance, the audience stood up and applauded.

Then Li Lele, who had a ponytail, came on the stage.

His performance is also good, Huang Feihong was moved again, and said in his heart, these music lovers, the level of performance is really not low, it seems that he used to be prejudiced against the second generation of officials and the rich second generation, in his impression, they just relied on the power and money of their parents, showing off everywhere and not pretending to be forced everywhere, and now it seems that there are some people with high aspirations among them.

Shen Bingbing said: "Feihong, how about it, their performance is okay." ”

"It's amazing. Are they all professional. ”

"No, most of them are in school, some are still high school students, and only a few are working."

"Bingbing, you guys are amazing."

"Do you know, the performance the day after tomorrow is for public welfare, if the effect is good, we will try to engage in paid performances, and all the proceeds from the performance will be donated to charity."

"Bingbing, did you initiate it?"

"Yes."

"You're amazing."

Shen Bingbing said: "It is said that we, the so-called second generation, can't do anything without our parents, we just want to make an appearance, let the people who say this see if we can't do anything except gnaw at the old." ”

Huang Feihong said: "These people are the so-called second generation like you. ”

"yes, but we want to do something ourselves."

"You are all the elites of the second generation."

"We can't talk about elites, but we have to do two basic things."

"Which two points."

Shen Bingbing said: "First, resolutely do not do anything that is sorry for the society, and second, strive not to rely on your parents and break out a life path by yourself." ”

"But many second generations are not like this."

"They are them, we are us, we are already standing at a high starting point, so we can't squeeze other people's lives."

"If only all the second generations were like you."

Shen Bingbing said: "In fact, this is the most common thing abroad, that is, the president's child, who has no ability and cannot get ahead, but in China, as long as he is an official, there is no child who does not do a good job." ”

Huang Feihong said: "In this way, there will only be a poor second generation like us." ”

As the two men spoke, the pony-tailed man's performance ended, and after a thunderous applause.

The instructor said, "Shen Bingbing, it's your turn." ”

Shen Bingbing picked up his beloved guitar and walked towards the stage.