"Okay, I won't be kidding."

Li Wenyin smiled and waved his hands at the musicians who were almost in place.

"Come on, keep going."

Dawawa also picked up the piano, got serious, and prepared to rehearse.

With previous experience, Li Wenyin began to let herself go.

Using various strange ideas and strange metaphors makes the musicians more impressed by processing music.

Therefore, the rehearsal progress can be said to have soared.

For these musicians with extremely strong professional abilities, even if they are unfamiliar songs, they can only understand at all.

What's more, it's so "impressive"?

......

"Okay! Let's get here today!"

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and Li Wenyin was considered to have the musicians go home.

The musicians packed their luggage tiredly and prepared to go home to rest.

After a whole day of training, the training volume is simply exceeding the standard.

In my brain... it's actually not bad, after all, the skill level is here, and the commander Li Wenyin is impressed.

It's mainly physically problem.

Look at the brass bands, there was almost no one moving, and they sat there blankly.

After the Sun resisted for a day, people were stunned.

But Li Wenyin's songs gave brass music a lot of space for performance.

After blowing it all day, my lungs were about to explode, and I was almost suffocating.

Those with hypoxia can be said to be that their IQ has begun to go offline.

"What's wrong with you?"

Akai looked at the group of confused musicians in the same place in an inappropriate manner, scratched his head and asked.

"Which are thinking about life here?"

The trombonist rolled his eyes and gestured a "shhhh".

The flute on one side couldn't help but say.

"After Li Wenyin's combination of punches all day long, I felt that it was such a wonderful thing to breathe easily, and they must be even more explosive."

"Oh, so that's it."

Akai understood instantly.

At this time, Akai was extremely complicated inside.

On the one hand, I sympathized with the torture suffered by the brass wind musicians, and on the other hand, I envy, jealousy and hated the wind music since then.

The air is shaking and cold. When can the viola stand up?!

"Let's go, have midnight snacks, relax and have a good rest at night."

Akai smiled.

"I'll treat you."

"No...I won't go!"

The bass troller rolled his eyes.

"What are some midnight snacks to eat? Let's go home and take oxygen!"

"Do you have a dog skin plaster? Give me one."

Sun asked Beth around him.

"What do you want dog skin plaster?"

Bass was stunned.

"nonsense."

The Sun's Trunk is about to crack.

"My shoulders are almost broken."

“Ao…”

The bassist suddenly realized.

"Yes, I'll look for you later."

The Sun is a strange thing with a unique appearance.

Next to the forehead was a basin that was the size of a sun, and the tube behind the basin was wrapped around.

People have to drill inside and carry it on their shoulders to perform (picture).

Even though I am a sun trumpeter who is used to being polished, after continuous high-intensity training, I still feel...

I'm gone.

"Can your Sun number be forty kilograms?"

"I don't know, but I feel that there are only more..."

The Sun Trunk Master complained angrily.

Just this instrument is very unpopular and has high requirements for the performer.

In most cases, large orchestras will need it, and sometimes smaller orchestras don’t even need this thing at all.

First of all, you can't be too thin, you have to be able to carry such a heavy brass music.

Secondly, the lung capacity must explode.

If the lung capacity is lower, it may not be able to blow it out even if it sounds.

Under normal circumstances, the band will have a short training session. If you only carry and blow for ten minutes, your shoulders will be injured and your lungs will begin to feel a little stuffy.

Even if this is the top trumpeter of the top band...

It is also difficult to hold up Li Wenyin's high-pressure and high-intensity training.

Generally speaking...

The sun, the bass, the tenor and other instruments...

Even if you stumble during training, the commander will forgive you and express deep sympathy and understanding...

Several men packed up their things and prepared to go out.

"Akai said he would go eat crayfish and he would treat him. Should he go?"

"Go, have a good meal, go home and have a good rest, and have a good night's sleep."

Several trumpeters who had temporarily returned a bloody trumpeter went to the nearby night market with Akai and Bes Lao Wu.

......

After having a late-night snack, I took a comfortable bath home, and the Sun Trumpet felt that I had come back to life.

I lay comfortably on the bed, and when I closed my eyes, I immediately fell asleep.

No words all night.

The next day, the Sun Trollsman got up and washed up and prepared to continue rehearsals.

But when washing up, I felt a little uncomfortable on my shoulders.

With a slight touch... the Sun Trumpeter was stiff and stood there.

My brain was blank.

In the spiritual world, there is only a large number of "fuck".

The mentality has collapsed.

I used dog skin plaster, but it didn't seem that obvious.

But you can still feel...

A pimple on my shoulder...

This acne is unbiased and grows in the most suitable position.

You need to carry the Sun's shoulders and follow the normal posture, just where the number is pressed.

People are stupid.

Grinning his teeth, he tore the dog skin plaster open, and the sun horner looked at the acne and was crying without tears.
To be continued...