The funeral is over.

After the band said goodbye to their grandmother, the high school girl stood behind her grandmother, "Grandma, are they?" ”

"Band."

The aunt looked at Jiang Yang's back as they went away, "A group of very good young men." ”

In the end, the money was also confiscated.

In the words of the third brother, this is a benefit for their first fan.

"How did Grandpa know them?"

The female high school student is curious that a grandfather who feeds big hawthorn pills all day long is even more fashionable and cool than her.

"It's performing in a small square, and your grandfather is their number one fan."

When the aunt saw Jiang Yang and they waved before getting into the car, she waved goodbye to them.

The doors closed.

The high school girl regretted that she didn't ask for the man's contact information, but it didn't matter, the band was playing in the small square near her grandfather's house, and as long as she went to see her grandmother often, she would definitely be able to meet them, even after the end of this afternoon.

The aftermath of the funeral is a bit big.

It was quiet in the car, and everyone didn't talk much.

Maybe the older you get, the more empathetic you are to funerals and death.

After getting on the Third Ring Road, Zhuang Qi spoke and mentioned the next step, he planned to find a bar for the band to sing, the scene was grinded out, as long as there were more performances, in order to catch the point of tickling.

Jiang Yang asked: "The audition of the Yuzu Music Festival is about to start, right?" ”

Zhuang Qi said it was okay, "Don't delay." ”

After being silent for a while, Zhuang Qi asked Jiang Yang where to go?

The band must have gone back to rehearse and catch up on the rehearsals.

Jiang Yang thought about it, and asked Zhuang Qi to put him down at a subway station, and he went to the company.

Li Qingning is going to be interviewed by a magazine today, and he is going to shoot an advertisement for an internationally renowned cosmetics, and he can't take care of Jiangyang.

"Okay."

Zhuang Qi found a subway station to put Jiang Yang down, and after restarting the car, the stone driving in front of him called, saying that he had to go to Lao Sun's place, his guitar had a slight hit, but there was a noise, and he planned to go to the guitar shop to pick one.

This old grandson is also an old friend of the stone.

The third brother remembered that there was a delicious restaurant next to Lao Sun, and the home-cooked food was particularly good, so he stopped by there for a meal.

"It's a pity that Jiang Yang has returned to the company."

Zhuang Qi said.

Or maybe we could have a meal together.

Hong Shan: "Do you want to call Jiang Ye back?" ”

"Forget it, a fly restaurant, the food is delicious but not necessarily clean." The third brother shook his head, don't let Jiang Yang eat his stomach, "How do you explain when you go back to the Great Demon King?" ”

Hong Shan complained: "How do you say that Jiang Yang is the same as a wife." ”

Zhuang Qi: "Then you are wrong, you are afraid of the Great Demon King." ”

The third brother thought for a while, "Don't say it, it's really a little." ”

Take the last time the Great Demon King pointed them out in the small square, and said that they were only for the sake of the students nodding. Now their two songs are written by the Great Demon King, and when they think of the Great Demon King, they have a kind of apprehension about random inspections.

Zhuang Qi: "You guys, you can get the advice of the Great Demon King, and you have to thank Jiang Yang." ”

They grew up in the same courtyard since childhood, and their sister is a good friend of Li Qingning, Zhuang Qi knows Li Qingning too well.

She has a world of her own.

It's the kind of person who is free to get into his own world, doesn't want others to disturb him, and rarely bothers others.

It can be said that it is cold.

Li Qingning rarely does this kind of thing to instruct others.

If it weren't for Jiang Yang, the Great Demon King would really be too lazy to pay attention to it.

"That's why that's the Great Demon King."

The third brother said.

Only people who are dedicated to music can make really good music.

Hong Shan sat in the back, and he poked his head forward, "I called Jiang Yang back, mainly because I wanted to ask one thing. ”

"What?"

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it

"be" is not sung by the Great Demon King. ”

Hong Shan likes this song so much that he specially picked up this song and played a piece when he was fine. Hong Shan suggested that Zhuang Qi also listen, "What a hurdle, what a difficulty, something is difficult, it suddenly becomes not so unbearable." ”

The same goes for "Mr. Anonymous".

Zhuang Qi has heard these two songs a long time ago, the songs are good songs, but they are not symptomatic, his illness is actually to put it bluntly, that is, he can't get the attention of relatives and friends, so he envies Jiang Yang the most, and has a wife who pays attention to him all the time.

Of course, Jiang Yang also pays attention to his wife all the time.

These two people post a lyric here, and a song over there, Zhuang Qi thinks that Jiang Yang's broken gong voice is not good, and finding the pitch is similar to going to Antarctica to find a polar bear, otherwise let the big demon king be edified into a singer.

"It's broken!"

Hong Shan suddenly clapped his hands, "I forgot to bring the vinyl record over and ask Jiang Yang to sign it." ”

Can't get the signature of the Great Demon King, and can't get the signature of Mr. Anonymous?

The vinyl record of "Mr. Anonymous", signed by Mr. Anonymous, can definitely be used as a family heirloom.

The third brother felt that it made sense.

They also went to get a record for Jiang Yang to sign another day.

As they spoke, they arrived.

This old grandson's piano shop is in an alley, inconspicuous, the size of a common barber shop on the side of the road, and then the door is an iron door, still closed, if it weren't for the curtain on the window hanging a guitar, I'm afraid few people know about this piano shop.

"Lao Sun is doing business with people in the circle."

Stone takes the guitar out of the car and goes to knock on the door.

The door opened, and a small middle-aged man was startled, and only breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing the stones, "Good fellow, you guys are dressed like this, I thought you were going to send me away." ”

He dodged and let the stones them in.

Inside the shop, there are warm yellow lights, and there are rows of guitars hanging on the walls.

Then, in the quiet piano shop, "Simple Love" was playing, and the sound was pouring from a record player.

"Huh."

Zhuang Qi listened to it for a while, and felt that this vinyl record just sounded different, "The sound quality is very good." ”

Stone felt: "That's because your playback equipment is not good." ”

Vinyl records are good sound.

Shi said that if you want to listen to good sound quality, you have to listen to digital music such as CDs.

If the playback equipment can keep up, the digital music will sound very clean, especially listening to the songs of the big devil, the high signal-to-noise ratio of the CD can restore the voice of the big devil very well, and the sound quality is called a stick.

Hong Shan asked Zhuang Qi not to listen to him.

Listening to the song is the feeling.

The vinyl floor noise is loud, but it sounds very airy and live, "You close your eyes and listen to it, and there is a sense of immersion." Hong Shan also said: "Vinyl is analog music, which restores the environment and voice of the Great Demon King when he recorded at that time. You take a record and look at the ripples on it, which is the real physical record of the voice of the Great Demon King when he recorded the song. ”

Lao Sun was tuning the stone harp, and when he heard them tangled up with these again, he raised his head and said, "I suggest that the Great Demon King be invited to sing in front of you, so that it is the most true." ”

"Hey."

Hong Shan sat on the sofa, "We don't have that ability, but my brother, I can hear the most fidelity voice every day." ”

"Yes."

Stone circled in front of the guitar, "Old Sun, guess who our friend is?" ”

Lao Sun: "I can't guess. ”

The stone said, "The husband of the Great Demon King." ”

Third brother: "Awesome." ”

"Really?"

Lao Sun raised his head and looked at them in surprise, seeing that it was not a joke, he held up the film box in his hand, "This is Mr. Anonymous"? ”

Hong Shan: "Yes. ”

Lao Sun hurriedly said, "Get an autograph for my brother." ”

It would have been better if the Great Demon King had signed with Mr. Anonymous.

"This has to get an autograph for the brother."

Lao Sun emphasized again, "I like the album "Mr. Anonymous" too much. ”

Stone took a guitar, "Aren't you a fan of the Heavenly King?" ”

"You don't understand."

Lao Sun said that although "Mr. Anonymous" has only been released for a month, this album is already a well-deserved masterpiece, and there is no need to watch the record-breaking sales or anything, and the historical status of the Chinese music scene must have "Mr. Anonymous".

On this album, even the fans of the King of Heaven had to temporarily defect.

"By the way, I still have that album of the Great Demon King Waterloo."

Lao Sun also wants to sign this as well.

In his words, without this Waterloo lyrical monograph, there would be no theological monograph.

"Then you should thank Mr. Anonymous."

Hong Shan said.

If there was no Mr. Anonymous, the Great Demon King would not have released "Mr. Anonymous".

"Yes."

Lao Sun thinks this is good, but I don't know when this Mr. Anonymous will have another difficulty or something, so maybe there will be another divine comedy like "Mr. Anonymous".