The intersection of Gulou East Street and Nanluoguxiang, the backstage passage of Mao Livehouse.

There was nothing to do in the waiting room, Yan Qing took out his mobile phone and glanced at the screen:[2019-9-8 21:45]

Yan Qing, who was very idle, said to Mao Zhiyuan, who was waiting with him: "Rap is really the most suitable form of music performance for the scene, and it doesn't seem to make much difference whether I come to join in the fun, and the response is very enthusiastic." ”

Obviously, Qi Jingsheng, that is, Da Qi, Mao Zhiyuan, and several of their partners were nervous, this Mao rap debut Live was quite successful, and the atmosphere of the scene can be described as bursting.

Yan Qing glanced down from the aisle, his eyes full of raised arms, and the rhythm of the beats of the speakers on both sides of the stage and the rhythm of the newly popular Chinese rapper Lil Westwood on the stage moved up and down like a wave.

Mao Zhiyuan stared at a certain position under the stage, and muttered, "Brother Keqing, many people are coming for you." ”

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Of course, there are also many old Mao customers who came to cheer in the bursting Live, most of them raised their right hands in a perfunctory manner, and shouted and exchanged with each other:

"Jun'er, what's the matter, Da Mao's shop has always been a paradise for our imperial capital rock and roll youth, which one is this today, yo, yo, yo, don't say it, this black guy with dirty braids on the stage said it quite emotionally."

A punk-clad spectator gestured with the classic rap gesture he had just learned, and after taking a sip of Foga beer, he chatted with his friends next to him.

Jun'er in the punk man's mouth is obviously more knowledgeable, shaking off the neckline of his sleeveless biker jacket, and he scoffs at the ignorance of the little hair:

"Dawei, haven't you read last week's issue of "Talent Co., Ltd."? Yan Qing has given popular science, and the connoisseurs call this Flow, and the lyrics have a flowing sense of rhythm with the rhythm of beat. ”

The punk man explained in frustration: "I ordered the second issue, no, who fooled me today Lina will come to Mao, I queued up for hours, and until now I only glanced at the scumbag Soleixing from a distance." ”

Behind him, a double ponytail girl with exotic facial features interjected: "Sisters, give you a trick, next Monday, you can pretend to be a student of the Imperial Capital Dance Academy and mix a few classes, maybe you can also hook up with the beautiful little girl of God Dance by the way." ”

The punk man was overjoyed, he put down the beer bottle, and boldly picked up the wine glass: "There is also this kind of operation... Cow Beer, come, Sister Luzi, let's go one. ”

The well-proportioned girl from northern Xinjiang was very satisfied with the punk man's knowledge, and after clinking glasses, she sighed and sighed: "It's a pity that your sister Lu's sister skills are a daughter, otherwise Shao Qing and I have to take it away first, it's too exciting..."

Dawei, that is, the punk man, lowered his voice and asked after looking around: "Sister Luzi, didn't you say that you came over today and went directly to kill Yan Qing and take Yan Qing down, why did you get to the ground and want to take Shao Qing away..."

The double-ponytailed girl with a strong face waved her hand, she was a little excited and didn't want to say more.

The man in the motorcycle jacket pushed Dawei: "Don't you talk nonsense, after drinking half a catty of Niu Er, if you don't blow a few words about Niu Bi, can you call Sister Luzi?" ”

Suddenly, there was a commotion around them:

"Yan Qing has come to power!"

"Sorey line!"

Most of the noise was nothing more than that, of course, mixed with a few strange names like Hong Xiuxian and Wang Jingzhe.

The double ponytail girl suddenly burst out with the pride of being a woman in northern Xinjiang, and she covered her mouth with her hands and screamed with confidence: "Yan Qing! Ah~"

Under the strange gaze of others, the punk man and the motorcycle man put down their beer bottles and dissuaded them repeatedly: "Sister Lu, Lulu, you calm down, the guests are scared by you." ”

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"Hello everyone, I'm Yan Qing, the fan who just screamed..."

After Yan Qing, who was wearing a sweatshirt and a hood on the stage, bowed, his first reaction was to point to the area of Lulu under the stage.

"After a while, remember to find Miao Miao to settle the bill, the performance is good, it is recommended to sign a long-term contract with our Miao Zong, and cooperate for a long time in the future."

"Yan Qing! Ah~"

Yan Qing's control attracted many imitators, and the screams from the audience actually started.

Yan Qing pouted: "It's late, Miao Miao remembers that this group of people doesn't pay the payment." ”

"Cut~"

This kind of consciousness is perfectly rooted in the hearts of every people in the imperial capital, and the audience is booed.

"I don't have cross talk to listen to today, I wish Mao better and better..."

Typhoon steadily shook off the burden of the human art signboard he learned online, and extremely simply Yan Qing held the microphone upside down: ""Lisao, DJ Drop it!" ”

The majestic trumpet sound suddenly swept through the entire Mao livehouse.

Facing the audience with his right hand raised, Yan Qing calmly began his performance:

"They criticize you, they say you're extreme

They blame the origin of this music

They say you're corrupt, even if no one rehabilitates you

You're still my significant other."

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Livehouse is a small music with a good live interactive effect, and "Lisao" has a relatively high degree of singing, every time Yan Qing sings the chorus bar, the audience will spontaneously roar with him:

"Go for you, go through three levels for you

Accompany you to the knife mountain.

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The atmosphere was like a boiling fire, but after the successful completion of the performance, Yan Qing just bowed to the audience again, handed the microphone back to the manager Mao Zhiyuan, and he stepped off the stage directly without any nostalgia.

Miao Miao, Zhang Yameng, and Yi Yi are all here tonight, and they are sitting in the booth area on the second floor specially reserved by Mao Zhiyuan, and the coffee table is full of beer and snacks.

When Yan Qing returned to the booth area, Miao Miao and Yi Yi were already drinking and their eyes were shining, and the two of them were biting their ears and secretly saying something.

Zhang Yameng on the side put down the mineral water bottle and gestured eight fingers at Yan Qing.

Sitting down a few steps away from Zhang Yameng, Yan Qing unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and he drank most of the bottle in one go before he spoke.

"Four bottles per person, Miao Miao is the same every time she comes to Damao, I'm used to it."

"Eight vials for one person..."

Zhang Yameng corrected and added: "1984... Craft beer. ”

"Brother Qing'er is back, Yi Yi will sleep with me at home tonight."

Miao Miao picked up her red little face and said soft and glutinous words to Yan Qing, looking very coquettish.

"I'll just live in Meowmeow's nest..."

Yi Yi picked up Miao Miao charmingly, she smiled at Yan Qing, and the two pear vortices reflected at the corners of her mouth were particularly deep.

"Go back, you can't let them continue drinking like this."

Yan Qing and Zhang Yameng glanced at each other and understood what the other party meant.

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The stairwell of Mao Livehouse is filled with the rhythm of rich rap drums.

"Da Mao, my two girls are a little too drunk..."

Yan Qing planned to go downstairs to say hello and withdraw with the three girls, but just happened to bump into Mao Zhiyuan head-on, and took the dreadlocked rice rapper upstairs to find him.

Accompanied by the energetic Beat, Mao Zhiyuan introduced the two of them in imperial English with a smile.

Hearing that Yan Qing's job is an actor and rapping is just a hobby, Lil Westwood respectfully stretched out his fist at Yan Qing.

“What’s up... Bro... Respect Huh！ (Translation: Brother can, salute~)

“Hey！ Bro. What’s up！ (Translation: Thank you, I don't think you're bad~)

In his previous life, Yan Qing's music production also covered the rap circle, and he is no stranger to this set of hip-hop cutouts and greeting gestures.

Maybe it's because I haven't touched the rap scene for too long, maybe it's because the Beat that reverberates in the stairwell is too emotional, in short, the muscles respond quickly, and Yan Qing skillfully cooperates with the dreadlocked brother opposite him to complete a complex rap hand-punching salute.

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Their fists first collided head-on;

Yan Qing waved his hand and slammed the side of his fist with his little finger from top to bottom on Lil Westwood's tiger's mouth;

Ping raised his fist and waited for the other party to hit back again;

Each retracts his right hand, the left hand is pointed at the ceiling at 45 degrees, the right hand is in front of the eyes, and the arm is parallel to the left hand; (This action is called Dab, a very common hip-hop gesture)

Putting away the Dab pose, the outside of their right arms collided with each other, Yan Qing had a whimsical idea, and his fingers made an OK gesture similar to a handstand.

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After the whole set of actions was completed, Yan Qing was about to leave Mao Zhiyuan, but Lil Westwood took two steps forward to stop him.

The African-American brother raised his chin high, he stared at Yan Qing's eyes, and his dark face was full of confusion.

“Where you from homie?” (Literal translation: Where did you come from, brother.) ）

「？？？」

Yan Qing Nick Yang had a question mark face, but he still replied politely: "Imperial capital? ”

Lil Westwood shook her head violently.

“No... no！ Where you from homie?” (Translation: Which way are you mixed in?) ）

“Hey man. What’s the hell. You got me there.” (What the hell, brother, you asked me.) ）

Although the performance is over, the DJ on the stage is still playing rap music, Yan Qing's English response is very rhyming, and the rhyme foot is just right to the beat of the kick drum.

After being stunned for half a minute, Lil Westwood suddenly hugged Yan Qing and continued to stare at his eyes, his thick sausage lips trembled, and the African brother asked uncertainly:

“Jesus. No way. Are you Issac Yen？ (Oh my God, this can't be, aren't you Issac Yen?) ）

Mao Zhiyuan cast a puzzled gaze, Yan Qing naturally pretended to be stupid, the three of them looked at each other, and Lil Westwood tentatively squeezed out a few more words: "East Coast Money Hustle..."

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In fact, when Yan Qing heard the name Issac Yen, he immediately thought of the laser engraving "Yen" on the guitar pick, and the name Weng Huaijing called himself "Yan Yisa" on Friday, and finally Miao Miao once mentioned that at the end of March every year, a sum of cash in the country would be paid to the studio's account on time.

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figured out a lot of things in an instant, but Yan Qing successfully deceived the African-American dreadlocked brother with his amazing acting skills and extremely fast reaction speed, making him think that he was embarrassed to recognize the wrong person.

Lil Westwood explained with some embarrassment that he was watching Yan Qing use the Blood Gang's dedicated gang gesture in the final round of the hand-bumping salute.

It was precisely because of this that he kept rudely asking Yan Qing which branch of the Blood Gang he came from.

It just so happened that because of a short sentence that misjudged Flow, he mistakenly thought that Yan Qing was an anonymous OG from the New York Blood Gang.

Mao Zhiyuan on the side also helped explain that at the time when Issac Yen was active in New York, Yan Qing happened to be in trouble in China, and it could not be the same person.

"That paragraph... flow is so much like Issac Yen's style, and I respect I.Y... He's the pride of our Money Hustle label and the East Coast rap scene..."

Lil Westwood sincerely apologized to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing naturally forgave the little brother with dirty pigtails very much, and he was very happy in his heart:

"Fortunately, it is only a short sentence that does not even have a bar, and it does not show much of the characteristics of English flow at all."

After successfully ending this out, after saying hello to Mao Zhiyuan, Yan Qing and Lao Zhang helped Miao Miao and Yi Yi, who were drunk, to leave Mao.

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Lu Lu bumped into Yan Qing for a long time and didn't find Yan Qing's assistant, so angry that she drank a big cup of Niu Er tons and tons.

"Men are liars, Sister Lu, I'm out of love again."

Lu Lu, who was angry and unwilling, took advantage of the wine, and under the coaxing of acquaintances, she found Mao Zhiyuan, the manager of Mao.

In the suppressed admiring gaze of the sullen male Da Mao, Lu Lu got Miao Miao's micro words, but unfortunately Miao Miao was destined to be unable to request through her friends immediately.

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Finally brought the two drunken maniacs home, Zhang Yameng was busy settling the two girls to rest, and Yan Qing couldn't move to the practice room to do physical exercises.

"Smack!"

It wasn't until near midnight that Yan Qing finished the training of the additives, he turned off the lights in the practice room, and let go of the doubts that were holding back in his heart.

"It turns out that the relationship between the former owner of this body and Weng Huai is in New York, no wonder I can't find any news on the Internet, the two-line operation is so fierce, and I also use a vest."

didn't leave in a hurry, Yan Qing leaned against the window of the small building, blowing the wind, extinguishing sweat, and thinking about things in one fell swoop.

""I" is so sassy, I sneaked away and ran to the United States, and I can become a rap boss of the blood gang OG generation with a change of vest, and a living novel male protagonist template."

Outside the window on the second floor of the studio, the first quarter moon happened to drill out of the clouds, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on Yan Qing's sweaty face through the sparse gauze curtain, and he was full of emotion in his heart:

"A month... Time it flies so fast when I... to really stand up."

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