Lounge upstairs.

Liang Dai, who was communicating with other shareholders, heard Meng Shi ask if there was anything that could be scored, and said to the two people in the video conference that they would talk later. I hurriedly looked for a pen and paper in the office.

Write songs here?

Ma Yi glanced at the Erfei he brought over, and then looked at Maizi who ignored the audience's shouting of "Blue Lotus" and sang his own song.

Interesting.

Ma Yi felt himself excited.

He stood up very neatly, like a bamboo pole that suddenly stood up, and was blown by the wind to sit down beside Lao Wu.

The other three people of the tongue sword also got up one after another, standing behind Meng Shi, forming a semicircle.

Seeing this, the four members of the back garden band raised their butts and wanted to follow.

Jiao Cong looked at Chu Le, who was squeezed close to him because the horse sat down, looked up at the three people standing behind the sofa, and said impatiently: "Isn't it squeezed, haven't you ever seen a song?" ”

Although he said the tongue sword, the buttocks that Fei Si had just lifted immediately sat down.

Liang Dai didn't find what Meng Shi needed, trotted down, and said, "I'll let people buy it right away." ”

Meng Shi said: "Forget it, I use a computer, do I have a laptop?" ”

The reason why he asked Liang Dai for paper and pen was just that he felt that the current situation could be expressed more intuitively with pen and paper.

And he has too many things in his noefight account.

However, since Liang Dai doesn't have ready-made paper and pencils here, there is no need to deliberately let people go out to buy them.

"Yes, is it okay with a laptop?"

"As long as you have access to the Internet."

Liang Dai immediately ran to get his laptop and put it on the table in front of Meng Shi.

Meng Shi opened the browser and entered the URL.

The interface of Noefight is clean, easy to operate, and the functions are perfect.

And it's web, no need to download, direct online operation.

When Meng Shi was about to enter the account password, Liang Dai said, "Teacher Meng...... Can I take a video and make a fighting sound? ”

Liang Dai runs a livehouse, and it is naturally impossible to let go of the short video platform as a publicity channel.

It's just that most of the bands that usually come to the squirrels are not famous, so the account doesn't have many fans.

However, she believes that if Meng Shi can be photographed backstage in the squirrel, writing songs on the spot, it will definitely be a wave of traffic.

Liang Dai held the mobile phone and looked at Meng Shi expectantly.

"Shoot, just don't shoot my password." Meng Shi made a joke and logged into his account.

I didn't enter my personal space, and I just created a new score.

After the new construction was completed, Meng Shi raised his hand and signaled to the opposite one and flew over.

And flew up and walked to the diagonal front of Meng Shi, fixed on the edge of Liang Dai's lens.

"What the fifth brother just said is right, what you like is the best." Meng Shi leaned forward, put his hand on the keyboard, looked up at him, and said, "I told you not to care about other people's evaluations, but there is a premise for not caring about other people's evaluations."

I am not afraid of what others say, no matter what others say, it will not enter my heart.

Because I have a clear conscience, I know where I end up, so what happens on the road, whether good or bad, is just scenery. ”

Fei nodded, thinking in his mind why Meng Shi said this to himself.

Meng Shi saw Erfei's expression and knew that he didn't understand what he meant.

patted Chu Le's leg, asked him to squeeze it to the side again, stretched out his hand and flew to sit next to him.

Chu Le stood up directly, and let Erfei, who was looking at Jiao Cong from the corner of his eye, sit in his place, and he himself stood next to Lao Wu.

Meng Shi waited and sat down, pointed to the screen hanging on the wall of the lounge, which was playing Maizi's performance, and said:

Maizi felt that if she complied with the audience's request to sing "Blue Lotus" today, she would bury her beliefs, dignity, and ideals. What would you do if it was you standing on it right now? Speak from the heart. ”

And Fei looked at Maizi playing the Kazoo flute, which didn't sound good, and said: "If I become famous with "Blue Lotus", I can sing for a lifetime, but unfortunately not." ”

Meng Shi put his arm around his shoulders and said, "This is the difference between the motives of people, some for faith, some for money. ”

And Fei shook his fist and said: "Brother Meng, I want to make money, let my brothers, let my family live better, I follow the trend and write songs that everyone likes, I think...... own motivation...... It's not inferior to wheat......"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth when he said this, but saying this kind of thing in front of Tongue Sword and Qin Chuan still made his voice gradually lower, and in the end, his voice became inaudible.

Obviously, he can't do what Meng Shi said about the prerequisite of ignoring other people's evaluations - knowing where his end is, and using this as a motivation to move towards there.

Meng Shi patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "As long as you have a clear conscience, there is no distinction between high and low motives, but can you have a clear conscience?"

One day in the future, everyone else will point at your nose and scold, what you write is sending it, the scene is hopelessly rotten, it's just a chicken in the rock world, you are too beautiful.

People who like you don't like music at all, they just think it's fun and can jump, these people don't have aesthetics at all.

When that day came, can you tell me, my motive is this, I don't care about your evaluation, I am very calm, my ultimate goal is money, I have a clear conscience, and I sleep at night. ”

And fly silent.

Meng Shi withdrew his hand from his shoulder, picked up the notebook on the table, put it on his lap, and said, "I often hear such a word, in line with the market.

Some people have a habit of putting the blame on the audience, the audience.

Say, I'm just trying to survive, the market is like this, the audience, the audience is like this, they are rotten, you can't blame me.

People who hold this view are, in my opinion, too incompetent and too cowardly.

This motivation is distorted.

I've never been against any commercial behavior, but you can't use the masses as a shield and show that you have been greatly wronged.

As a creator, if you can't lead the aesthetic, you should admit your own incompetence.

Rather than putting the blame on the audience.

This is the minimum morality.

The reverse is also true.

You can't feel like an "artist" and then stand tall and look down at the people who have spent money in the audience and are ready to cheer for you. ”

Meng Shi typed down a line of headings on the keyboard, saying: "Whether famous or unknown, on the ground or underneath, no matter what the motive is, it is only a state of existence, and music is the communication between sound and people, the entry of the spirit, and the rise of the soul." ”

Liang Dai held the mobile phone and felt a pimple on her body.

Her hands trembled slightly as she photographed the crowd in the lounge, not wanting to miss any reaction.

Ma Yi reached out and took a cigarette from the table and lit it, saying, "I respect the audience, but I don't agree with the statement that the audience is supreme, look at the people outside."

They chanted "Blue Lotus" and shouted "Meng Shi".

Gao Ben They were booed and sweated profusely, these young people used insults to other people to express their love for you, do you think their behavior deserves respect? ”

Meng Shi didn't stop tapping his keyboard hand, saying: "Rock 'n' roll needs great audiences, but you can't ask them to be great before the band, so, I think, is it better for us to be great first, and then let them become great because they shout our names." ”

Why are those fans of the fan circle on V Bo disgusted, because the people they support can't support them to become great, and they want to make their idols great.

This is a deformed motive that can only bring distorted results.

Ma Yi pinched half a cigarette, looked at Meng Shi fixedly, and said, "Who dares to say that he can be great and make the audience great at the same time." ”

Meng Shi's hand on the keyboard stopped, took a cigarette and put it in his hand, "I dare to say." ”

He looked around at the people with different expressions around him, and said seriously: "Qin Chuan was great before me, I hope it will continue to be great with me, and at the same time, I also hope that the tongue sword will be great, the future of Maizi will be great, and all the audience will no longer be blind, they will be ......great."

Jiao Cong took a hard puff of cigarette, made drumsticks with both hands and knocked a drum beat in "The Sun Also Rises" on the table, and then raised his left hand high and shouted: "Meng Shi! Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan lead singer! Meng Shi! ”

Then he stood up violently, and the wind he brought up swept away the heavy smoke above his head and the soot that fell on his head, and raised his hands high, and was about to bow down to Meng Shi.

Meng Shi picked up the notebook in one hand, kicked him out with one foot, kicked him staggered, and said to the fifth brother: "Fifth brother, if he doesn't take medicine in the future, don't bring it out." ”

……

A livehouse show is basically about three hours long.

The front and back garden bands, Marca, and Tongue Sword played for almost an hour and a half.

And the main coffee of this scene is "Qin Chuan", which will be sung for at least an hour.

So the time left for the wheat is half an hour.

Cai Chunzhi, who was sitting in the booth, had a piece of white gauze on his face, held a glass of wine in his hand, looked at the wheat on the stage immersed in his music, and asked Pan Ya'an next to him: "Is this band from Qingxue Media?" ”

The song lasted for ten minutes, and it still didn't end, and then the people in the livehouse were able to communicate with each other smoothly......

The street lamps under the sun, the band that deliberately gave way to the finale position of the tongue sword, is now acting as a live audience, resting and drinking......

Pan Ya'an turned his head to look at the gauze on Cai Chunzhi's face and said, "Signed Huashi." ”

Then ask the question that had already been asked at noon: "Where did Xiaochun go in the morning?" ”

Cai Chunzhi's expression did not change, and he repeated the answer he had answered at noon, "I haven't come back for too long, the place is unfamiliar, and I wrestled." ”

Fifteen minutes later, Maizi finally stopped singing, took the unopened mineral water handed over by the squirrel staff and took a sip.

The audience shouted again that she sang the Blue Lotus.

Maizi stood on the stage and did not respond, but said to the band behind him: "Don't look back on the unbearable past." ”

Never before has the Sun performed in front of such an audience.

In the fifteen minutes just now, the atmosphere in the audience has changed, making Gao Ben, who has always been looking forward to getting ahead, feel his scalp numb.

This emotion made him sweep the strings a few times and shouted: "Don't look back on the unbearable past!" Dry up! ”

"If you don't sing "Blue Lotus", go down! We're here to see Meng! ”

Someone in the audience suddenly shouted.

Human beings are social animals, and when someone takes the lead, someone responds.

The scene began to be chaotic.

Maizi's face didn't fluctuate in the slightest, but Gao Ben's rhythm was out of order.

The hand that ran high and played even stopped.

Cai Chunzhi looked at this scene and did not speak, but his eyes were full of disdain.

Pan Ya'an saw a few familiar faces in the crowd, which were music critics and reporters.

She picked up the cocktail in front of her and said, "The organizers are too unprofessional, they don't do everything in place, and the first performance after Qin Chuan's reorganization is afraid that it will become a farce." ”

……

Liang Dai, who had stopped filming, received the news from the field control, glanced at Meng Shi, who was talking to the old five people, walked over cautiously, handed him the mobile phone, and explained the situation in his ear at the same time.

Meng Shi touched his head, looked at the fifth child, Jiao Cong, Chu Le, and said, "Let's go, brothers, add some flowers to the girl's thorny road." ”

……

Facing the rhythm of the audience, Maizi had no waves in her heart, she raised her chin, her clean eyes with contempt, and sang in the rhythm:

Flowers bloom

Step into the middle of summer

Put away that gaze

You have never been able to set my heart on fire

She lay on the bed and flipped over, knowing that it was too late

We don't stop moving

Her soul was gone

No one there knows day or night

Please don't put your life on the unbearable past

……

Maizi tilted her chin and looked at the audience with her eyes slanted, full of disdain, as if to say: Someone wants to create more idols for rock music, but I will never get them.

The stable and powerful performance of the wheat gives strength to the musicians behind them.

She swayed to the rhythm and sang with a unique singing voice:

Baby, don't look back on the unbearable past

Open the eyes of the depths of the mind,

You don't know that you might find a more fun place

……

All those dark preludes, oppressive transitions, all lead to irrepressible outbursts, but the feeling of blood gushing up does not come.

The music is like a train propelling, and the audience is like a forest standing still.

The high-pressure noise and powerful rhythm in the speakers did not make people jump and collide violently.

The audience tilted their heads, as if they were getting to know her for the first time.

Lao Wu looked at the screen on the wall and said, "I kind of understand why it's her." ”

In Meng Shi's concept, it has never been the Qin Chuan family, what he wants to see is a rock and roll era where everyone is like a dragon.

And Maizi is the pioneer he chose, able to cut through the thorny road and enter the mainstream of "greatness".

Meng Shi picked up the guitar, opened the door, and said, "Come on." ”

At the climax of Maizi's singing, when all those fierce and collisions were coming, Meng Shi took the old five people and pushed the door out.

The cheers came, the fierceness came, but not to the wheat.

All people, all emotions, catharsis to "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan".

……

Xin Yun is a very special girl, plump and beautiful, and when she laughs, it is like a breeze sweeping across the water.

With chestnut-colored hair and a delicate and sensual body, her dancing video is very popular at Beep.

She is not systematically trained, and her talent is high but vague, like an unformed "artist who attracts men".

This kind of artist does not need education, like a butterfly that has just emerged from the chrysalis and suddenly spreads its wings and flies in the morning light.

Xin Yun has always felt that he is the same as his name, he is the Emperor of Europe.

From childhood to adulthood, everything you want can be embraced.

Even if it was difficult to grab the tickets for "Squirrel" this time, she was the first to grab them.

But today she was unlucky, even though she set off early, but the road conditions continued, and she was more than an hour late.

"I hope Meng Shi hasn't played yet." Xin Yun hurriedly showed his e-ticket to the security guard at the door.

In the process of checking in the ticket, he looked at his camera, read it in pieces, and at the same time shook the umbrella that was blown over by the wind, put his face in front of the camera and said, "It's so angry, I took two cars, and they broke down on the road, and when I got out of the subway, it rained again, and I spent ...... on makeup."

"Alright, let's go inside." The security guard pushed open the wide, heavy door, and the noise inside immediately whistled out.

Xin Yun hurriedly got his phone back and broke in.

……

Meng Shi took her Kazu Di from Mai Zi's hand, and under the gaze of her clean eyes, put the Kazu Di into his own pocket.

The street lamp under the sun and the others have already left the stage, and Maizi was stuffed with a rattle in his hand and left on the stage.

Xin Yun relied on his beauty, camera, and constant bowing, and when he squeezed into the front row, it was just when Meng Shi adjusted the height of the wheat rack and nodded to Lao Wu to signal that he could start.

Meng Shi plucked the strings and sang directly:

"All that was once crazy hangs"

"All the has been decadent"

After just two sentences, the audience exploded.

Flashing lights and flashlights, flickering wildly.

Xin Yun shrunk her neck, it was the first time she came to the scene, and it was the first time she saw so many people going crazy for one person to speak.

Maizi held the rattle in his hand and didn't move, just looked at Meng Shi.

"All those who do not know the height of the sky are silent"

"Everything you have is expired"

"Everything you love is old"

In a clear and calm voice, Cai Chunzhi, who was holding a wine glass, stopped his movements, leaned forward, and his butt left his seat without knowing it.

"All the things you used to laugh at, you became them"

"Time is no longer – it's not our world anymore"

"It's no longer our world—it's broken, it's disheartening—"

Meng Shi turned his head to look at Maizi:

"Sometimes you're scared – you don't know where the future lies"

"The world is getting mader and crazier, and sooner or later it will bury us all"

Cai Chunzhi muttered, "Is this a word you can write?" This is written by the old demon......"

The next moment, Meng Shi suddenly raised his voice:

"It's just that I'm so young, I'm still so proud, with knives in my eyes, even if I lose them all, I have to laugh heartlessly!"

Meng Shi left the guitar with both hands and danced from the bottom up.

The emotions of the audience in the audience rose again with his movements.

Maizi, who was fixed in place for the whole performance, showed a big smile.

Meng Shi kicked his leg and plucked the strings:

"It's that young

I beckon to you

Let you see

I'm a bastard until I'm old

The ends of the earth, the wasteland is old, just waiting for you to smash the cup - just so young, just so crazy! - Hey! ”

Maizi held the rattle and danced, singing a harmony: "It's so young ......"

The audience also danced along with her.

Some people explode into obscenities, some laugh wildly, some smash the wine bottle in their hands, and some jump up and collide with each other.

"Meng Xin" Xin Yun also held the camera and began to jump, like a fragile butterfly, dancing in the wind.

Meng Shi pointed to the audience:

"My dear, my comrade-in-arms, I have always been proud of you"

"It's so young—"

"Just do it, until we're all killed!"

"It's so young, it's so crazy"

"Just so young, just so crazy"

“……”

"Come again!"

At the end of the song, everyone was like crazy.

Meng Shi didn't stop, took out the Kazoo flute in his pocket, blew a melody like the whistle of a train, and raised his hand, "The train is heading out of the clouds, and the dream is in the nine skies!" ”

The word train seemed to activate a switch, and the audience began to put their hands on other people's shoulders one by one and started the "train".

"My remnant dreams, the supernatural sky"

"Busy and struggling, full of sorrow"

……

"Treat death as if it were home, without reservation"

Lao Wu lived up to his name as the No. 1 string player in China, and although he didn't write down all the scores in a short period of time, he improvised solo had no sense of disobedience.

"Black is not the night, it is a long loneliness"

"Look at the darkness under your feet and the stars shining above your head"

"Everything in the world can be looked forward to, but true love is the shortest"

……

"Flying promiscuous men and women, love and hatred are separated"

"A generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be people who are young"

Maizi played like a train, and followed the rhythm of Meng Shi to let out her unique whale-like chant.

As Jiao smashed down from the heavy drumsticks, Meng Shi said: "The lead singer of the street lamp under the sun - wheat." ”

At this moment, Maizi and the people in the audience seemed to have reconciled.

Maizi put away her pride, and the audience applauded and cheered for her.

After Meng Shi and Maizi sang "Blue Lotus" together, Maizi threw the rattle in his hand off the stage, and at the same time jumped off the stage directly.

She stretched out her hand and shouted, "Dead Wall!" ”

The wall of death — with a circle in between, in which fans who want to participate in a more intense collision — are mostly found in the most heated metal scenes.

As the wheat shouted, in an instant, the direction of her finger was like Moses dividing the sea, and the dense crowd retreated to both sides, and a clearing appeared in the middle.

Xin Yun was jumping happily, and when she noticed this scene, she had been left in the blank space, and then she saw Maizi rushing towards her.

Meng Shi looked at the audience, the girl holding the camera hugged her head and ran around, and when they were almost finished, she turned her head and said to the fifth child, "Come on, Guzheng." ”

This guzheng also drew everyone's attention back to the stage.

Lao Wu is known as the strongest string player in China, and his favorite is not the guitar, but the guzheng, but Qin Chuan has never used this "weapon" on the scene before.

It only appeared in one of the few folk customs in Qinchuan.

This time, the old five are high.

He sat down upright, and put his hands on the strings very reverently.

To tell the truth, his bandit temperament, wearing a turban, and a bald beard that can scare Americans into peeing, sitting in front of the guzheng is somewhat disobedient.

Meng Shi also felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart, after all, Xie Tianxiao's guzheng was Ding Xue, a cheongsam with long legs.

When I think of Ding Xue, I look at Lao Wu again.

Meng Shi didn't even look at it, and said directly: "Cold-blooded animal." ”

Lao Wu closed his eyes, and the quaint sound of the piano rippled leisurely.