Their band name is "The Elements".

It is composed of four people: lead singer Song Yiran, guitarist Zhuo Yihang, drummer Yao Nana and bassist Lu Chuan.

The combination of the four completely different personalities of gentleness, ghostliness, straightforwardness, and calmness is like a violent chemical reaction produced by the fusion of the four elements, which is believed to ignite the entire stage.

"Song Yiran, have you gone back to practice singing?"

Zhuo Yihang plugged in the guitar and looked at Song Yiran.

At that time, when the band set the repertoire, Song Yiran's proposal for "The First Day" was unanimously approved, which is a song with a very light rhythm and resonance.

The lyrics are very transparent, expressing the expectation of a better life, hoping that every day will be as full of novelty and hope as the first day, and will be able to arouse the atmosphere of the scene.

"If you practice, it's absolutely fine."

This is one of Song Yiran's favorite songs, and he is very familiar with this song, and he will never go wrong.

After the equipment was debugged, the four of them stood in the corresponding positions and prepared to start practicing, Lin Guoer sat on a small stool in the center opposite, as the only listener, her task was to give feedback on feelings in time.

"Boom!"

With a powerful kick drum at Yao Nana's feet, their practice began.

Since there was no bagpipe opening, a few people made some changes to the arrangement, using the drum kit as the opening and tone to adjust the prelude.

After a simple opening drum beat, Yao Nana raised her hand and broke the dull atmosphere in the venue with a strong eraser, followed by Zhuo Yihang's guitar and Lu Chuan's bass.

All of a sudden, music filled the scene.

"A rainy summer evening

I'm looking forward to it

Singing cicadas

hey

Wake up the stars

The moonlight was very cool

……”

It's not the first time the "Elements" band has practiced, and they have more or less accumulated some tacit understanding.

Song Yiran's voice is bright and light, like a blender, just right to soften the noise of the three instruments playing at the same time, which is very integrated.

"Absolutely!"

At the end of the song, Lin Guoer couldn't help but stand up and applaud and cheer, the performance of the whole song was very happy, which made her blood boil.

"If this performance were held in the school auditorium, it would absolutely shock the audience! Class 6 must be the first! ”

"Hahaha, this praise is too high, the self-class person will promote the self-class person."

Zhuo Yihang held the guitar and grinned to show his white teeth, obviously his mood was also very high.

"How could it be! I was very objective and didn't tell lies. It just needs to be practiced a few more times, and when the proficiency comes up, the perception will definitely be better! ”

"Okay, little fruit, audience, listen to you. We practiced several times, and on the official day, we tried to tear down the roof of the school auditorium. ”

The crowd was giggling, the atmosphere was very good, Song Yiran worked harder, and when the practice was over, his voice was even a little hoarse.

The sunset gradually spread in the distance, slowly dyeing the sky golden pink with the afterglow of the sun, and the Elemental Band ended today's practice, the performance has taken shape, and the run-in is more tacit.

On the way home, passing by the pharmacy, Lin Guoer thoughtfully bought a box of lozenges for Song Yiran, which was cold in her mouth, and the smell of mint swept in, which soothed Song Yiran's tight and dry throat a lot.

Next.

The two of them, who had no rehearsal schedule, slept until they woke up naturally, and then got up contentedly.

My aunt patiently didn't wake them up, and when I got up, I was catching up with my aunt to cook lunch, looking at the food on the table, the two of them sighed sleeplessly, they were so happy.

My aunt is very particular about cooking, stir-fried shrimp with three vegetables, yam pork rib soup, stir-fried baby cabbage, corn salad and egg rolls.

The scent fills the room.

It's about to be summer, and the light meal is very much to Song Yiran's appetite, and one bite of food and one bite of soup is simply not too enjoyable.

The two of them ate quickly, because they had other tasks.

It was almost noon, and my uncle was on duty and had work to delay going home for dinner, so my aunt prepared a lunch box and asked the two of them to send it to my uncle's school.

My uncle's school was not very far from home, it was a private elementary school.

Song Yiran hastily changed into casual clothes, tied up her long hair, tied her head with a ball, and set off with Lin Guoer.

At noon, the sky was clear, and there were white clouds floating in the sky.

Some of these white clouds are connected together, like silver waves rolling in the ocean, and sometimes on a large silver-gray cloud, there are clouds of different sizes and shapes, like sea stone flowers blooming on the reef of an island.

At noon on weekends, the elementary school was less noisy with children and more quiet, only on the playground behind the fence, occasionally a few boys who did not come home ran over, playing quietly.

The wind was extremely comfortable blowing the broken hair on Song Yiran's forehead, and the two entered the administrative building holding hands.

Uncle's office is very easy to find, just on the edge of the corridor in the second room from the left, Song Yiran knocked lightly on the door, and the uncle's voice came from inside, and the two entered the room in response.

"Dad, are you busy, we're here to bring you food."

Lin Guoer went straight to the desk with a grin, intending to open the lunch box directly and spread it on the table, but stopped when she approached.

"Huh?"

On a chair in the lounge area against the wall next to the desk, a little boy sits obediently, looking like a second or third grade.

He had a cute little face, black and shiny hair, and his hair was soft and shimmering in the sun.

A pair of round eyes were hiding behind thick lenses like two black gems, staring at Song Yiran and Lin Guo'er at this time, looking very clever.

Lin Guo'er put the lunch box on the table, turned around and squatted in front of the little boy with Song Yiran, obviously very interested in this little milk doll like white jade.

"How old are you, little brother."

Song Yiran relaxed his breath and asked softly.

The little milk doll in front of her had fine skin and tender meat, and her face was soft and doughy, she couldn't help but reach out and knead it gently, and it was so soft.

"I'm eight years old today and in second grade."

The little boy frowned and grabbed the stool, leaned back, dodged Song Yiran's attack, and said proudly with a puffed up chest.

"Poof, you're eight years old today, how old will you be tomorrow, it's too cute."

"Hmm...... Tomorrow is eight years old, too. ”

The little boy rolled his eyes, obviously not understanding, and lowered his head glutinously.

This reaction hurt the two big sisters, and Lin Guo'er rubbed the top of his hair while smiling dotingly.

"What's your name, little brother?"

"My name is Shen Cheng, you can call me Xiao Cheng, but sister, can you stop rubbing my head, my hairstyle is messed up by you."

Lin Guo'er smiled and withdrew her hand and poked his soft little face.

"I'm sorry, little orange, my sister knows, it's really good."

The two of them surrounded Xiao Shen Cheng for a while, and couldn't help but feel in their hearts that children are really the cutest things in the world.

"Didn't you two come to bring me food? Why just revolve around the child and ignore the father. ”

The uncle was holding the dish with a serious face, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Uncle, why is this little boy in your office, isn't it Sunday?"

"This child and his parents came to go through the transfer procedures today, the parents just had something to leave, and they will pick him up later, and I happened to be on duty, so I asked him to wait in my office first."

As soon as my uncle finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and after a short three knocks, the door was pushed open with a disturbing sound.

"Hello, I'm Shen Cheng's parent, I'm here to pick him up."