Chapter 73: New Ideas
"Prepare here, someone will call you when the time comes." The girl took Asa Ruoli to an area backstage, where only one boy was sitting.
"Hmm." Shallow Ruoli pushed his black frame and glanced around
"It's your mask." The girl handed her the sterling silver mask. After Ruoli took it, she had no intention of leaving, hesitated for a moment and said, "That...... Is there anything else I can help with? ”
Ruoli looked at her and found that she was looking at the guitar case in her hand, with a worried look on her face. Ruoli was puzzled by her expression and words, she didn't know why a girl she didn't know would show such an expression to herself. Ruoli just glanced at it and turned around, and said very coldly: "No." Thank you. ”
The girl touched her nose and left in embarrassment.
Find a place to sit down, take out the guitar, and remove the four broken strings one by one. Before this work was completed, An Zimo's voice was heard not far away, "Have you seen player No. 38?" ”
Shallow Ruoli did not raise his head, but continued to move on his hands.
"Oh, here it is!" Shallow Ruoli heard An Zimo approaching. No, it's two people.
"How's it going?" As soon as he walked in front of Ruoli, An Zimo asked, paused and said, "No, I have nothing to worry about." Don't worry, you're fine. He smiled confidently.
And the boy next to him who was walking with him stepped forward, "What's going on?" Is there something unexpected? ”
It's Qi Luoxuan's senior. Shallow as if looking up.
I saw that expression again.
"What?" When the sluggish An Zimo looked at the guitar again, he was also surprised: "What's wrong with the strings?!" ”
He put down what he was holding and picked up the guitar. The last broken string had just been taken off by Asari, and now there were only two intact strings left on the guitar - the third string and the fifth string.
An Zimo plucked the strings, looked at Qianruoli, and said, "Your own new way of playing?" ”
"Hmm." Qian Ruoli took the guitar and said softly. She didn't see any point in saying things.
Qi Luoxuan, who was on the side, noticed the strings that had just been removed from the table, touched the incision, and looked at Qian Ruoli: "Cut short?" ”
"Cut short? Someone framed? This time, An Zimo's head turned quickly, and his expression became serious, "Who?" ”
"Nothing, it's settled." Shallow Ruoli took off the cap on his head and stood up.
"That's called a solution?!" An Zimo picked up the strings on the table and asked Ruoli, "You are about to go on stage, what are you going to play?" ”
"No, I'll borrow a guitar." As he spoke, An Zimo looked around, and then walked in one direction.
And the silent Qi Luoxuan found a timetable, glanced at it hurriedly, and then said to Ruoli: "You wait for a while, I'll change the arrangement and buy some time." As he spoke, he prepared to leave.
Seeing the sudden panicked demeanor of the two of them, she was stunned for a second, which made her think of the girl's expression just now, which was puzzling and unfamiliar.
"Wait a minute! You guys. Shallow Ruoli said.
The two turned back at the same time and turned around.
Qian Ruoli faced Qi Luoxuan, stretched out his hand, and looked at the timetable in his hand.
"This?" Qi Luoxuan handed her the paper.
I saw that Qian Ruoli took out a pen from his backpack, and then handed the blank on the back of the paper to An Zimo.
"Give it to me? Do what? An Zimo was stunned and took it.
Qian Ruoli picked up the guitar, sat down, plucked the strings, and said as if to himself: "It's not bad, I left these two." ”
Then, she raised her head again, looked at An Zimo and said, "Do you remember the first time we met?" That time I played a melody. ”
"Oh! I remember! An Zimo said in surprise, but immediately became worried, "But it's a bit risky now, and there is not enough time to recreate." ”
"It's okay, you can help me get into a rhythm." After a pause, she asked Qi Luoxuan, "Can there be another person to help during the performance?" ”
"Well, yes, but then it would have to be a combination of two."
"Combination?" Asa Ruoli hesitated.
"Don't worry too much about it now, let's talk about it later, and solve the matter in front of you first." As he spoke, An Zimo brought a chair and sat down in front of Qian Ruoli, "Okay, let's start." ”
Qian Ruoli nodded slightly, "I might hurry up a little, and you stopped if you didn't write it down." With that, she began to tap her hand on the guitar, pause, and stop.
An Zimo, on the other side, quickly jotted down the rhythm on the paper
Qi Luoxuan, who was on the side, seemed to have thought of something, turned around and left in a hurry.