In my impression.

The so-called musicians that Su Nan knows are all a little depressed and decadent.

It's not about music.

It is mainly for economic reasons.

If you have no money, you will naturally be down, and if you have been down for a long time, you will naturally be a little decadent.

Music is a typical pyramid, the people at the top, the infinite scenery.

But if you can't get out, most of them can only change careers for a living.

Like this band in front of you.

Named Imperial Dynasty.

The name is infinitely domineering, but the band's music room is extremely simple.

A drum kit, a few guitars, and a bass, with a set of stereos that looked average, were all crammed into this small room of only twenty or thirty square meters, which seemed a little crowded.

The man at the head was not very old, about twenty-four or five years old, with long hair permed with big waves, but he didn't seem to take good care of it, and he looked a little greasy, coughing...... It's also a bit decadent.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't look at them, but just looked at Zhang Ziyong: "Zhang Shao, are you talking about them?" ”

Zhang Ziyong nodded. "Trouble Brother Sen."

"Then I don't have to say, Zhang Shao's friend is our friend." The big long hair stranded the hair, and the smile was masculine.

But for Su Nan, there must be no beauty at all.

"I heard you're going to write your own songs?" The man sitting on the chair next to him was full of curiosity, it was an inch head, his hair was cut quite short, as if he had dyed a layer of color on his bald head, his facial features were good-looking, his eyebrows were clear, and he was at least much more pleasing to the eye than the long-haired man.

Lu Manwen seems to have little contact with this kind of social person, and now he is even more nervous and dare not speak.

Su Nan didn't feel a little burdened, and said with a smile: "Well, it's a song, I only remember a little guitar score, I just want you to match the bass and drums." ”

"Don't you have a sheet music?"

"Nope."

In her previous life, Su Nan deliberately learned the guitar for a period of time in order to make a young girl, but she was limited to the guitar and asked her to write scores, and it is estimated that she will not be able to write it.

The long-haired man known as Brother Sen grabbed his chin and was a little embarrassed: "There is no sheet music......"

"It's okay, it's a simple melody."

As he spoke, Su Nan leaned over quietly and stuffed the small envelope that had been prepared a long time ago into Brother Sen's pocket.

It's not a lot of money, it's a thousand dollars, but for the price of 03, it's a lot of money.

In fact, Su Nan didn't want to be such a philistine, but she didn't really want to owe Zhang Ziyong a favor, and when dealing with social people, this thing was more realistic.

Recently, the manuscript fee of Meow Meiji has been increasing more and more, and this money can be afforded.

"Okay." Brother Sen naturally didn't say anything about this little action, he put his hand in his pocket and checked it, and then asked, "What kind of song is that?" ”

It was a song that was all the rage.

Su Nan was also polite, "Can you try the guitar for me?" ”

"No problem." At this time, Brother Sen, when he speaks, he is unusually cool.

The guitar has been for some time, it is the acoustic guitar, and the wood paint on the side has fallen off a lot, so Su Nan hugged it.

It's light and fluttery, and the texture is not enough.

"Then I'll sing it, and you listen?" Su Nan smiled.

None of them spoke.

A few fingers of the guitar sounded, and Brother Sen had already locked his brows.

Accompanied by the sound of the guitar, Su Nan also began to sing.

"With a little horn in my ears, hiding under the covers and reading comics, although I am still in the ivory tower, how I want to grow up overnight......"

Originally, when it was just at the beginning, Su Nan was still a little nervous, but the more he sang, the more natural it became.

"I like sweet and sour, it's really me, I'm an adolescent, and I'm a little narcissistic......"

The melody is light and relaxed, and there are some naughty and lively young girls before.

In fact, when the first lyrics were sung, Su Nan himself was stunned.

The voice was clear, and the voice was pleasant, shy and timid, like bagpipes.

It is said that people are fat and have a sweet voice, although the current self has nothing to do with the word fat, but it seems that this good voice has been retained.

A song that lasted a few minutes, Su Nan only sang a small half.

When I stopped, the room was strangely quiet.

Put down the guitar.

Su Nan suddenly felt that this shame seemed to be a little high.

Such a little girl's song, just singing it already made Su Nan a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

just looked up, but everyone didn't say a word, their mouths were grinning, and there was a hint of stunned.

Su Nan blinked.

This effect seems to be surprisingly good.

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The school celebration was held as scheduled.

On that day, Bailin High School was full of lights.

Bailin High School is a university with a history of 100 years, and the annual celebration is more or less a grand event in the market.

And in such a grand event, it is natural that choral repertoire symbolizing collective glory is indispensable.

It's just that most of the time, the selection of choral repertoire is somewhat overlapping.

Naturally, it will be a little boring.

Reporter Li of the city station waved his hand in a somewhat rogue manner and instructed the photographer behind him to put down the camera.

This is the task of the city TV station, and boredom is a little boring, but it can't be helped.

Every year of Bailin High School's anniversary, the city station will symbolically excerpt some, edit it, and then put it on the program.

This seems to be the norm.

At this time when news is scarce, such a main theme report is really a little helpless.

"Li Ji, try it, this is a sausage bun baked by the students themselves, it's delicious." Accompanied by the music teacher in the school, surnamed Ban, he has taken the students of Bailin High School to appear in several programs, and the best one once won the gold medal in an exhibition competition in Beijing.

Reporter Li waved his hand, "Which of you is hungry, you can eat." ”

I can't blame this reporter Li for being a little arrogant, a domestic reporter, that is the tongue of the country, the uncrowned king, where is it, which is not a good reception?

In comparison, the gap between reporters on the other side of the strait is a bit big, paparazzi or something, after all, it's not a good word.

There was a vote in the market, although there was a statement from reporter Li, but no one took the sausage bag that the class teacher brought.

The class teacher was a little angry, but he still had to accompany a smiling face: "After a while, it's the students' performance, I heard that those children in class five have a street dance, it's very cool, Reporter Li can go and see it." ”

Reporter Li didn't look at him, just nodded slightly.

"I see."

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