They sat on the grass and watched the band tuning on the stage.
Jiang Yang looked behind him again, "Where is Yin Xiang?"
Shitou recruited Yin Xiang as a guitarist some time ago, and Jiang Yang thought he would come with Yin Xiang.
Shitou: "No, I'm drunk all day long. Last time -"
The time Jiang Yang met Yin Xiang on the bus, he even lost his guitar.
"I can't get out yet."
Manager Zhuang Qi was at a loss, because every time he wanted to use some psychological techniques, Yin Xiang was either on the way to drunkenness or already drunk. Psychology can't sober up the drunkenness.
Wen Ni'er: "Just wait for time."
Just then, Lao Zhang came over.
Hong Shan and Wen Nier both knew him, but they still recognized him after observing for a long time, "Old Zhang, you have long hair!"
At first, what Lao Zhang was most proud of was his long hair, which he thought had a rock and roll look.
"If it's troublesome, I'll cut it off."
Lao Zhang sat down.
"Jiangyang."
Shitou introduced it to Lao Zhang, who nodded.
Then, Shitou and the others started chatting with Lao Zhang, and the conversation was about the past and present band.
Jiang Yang was not very interested, so he took out his mobile phone and started playing the game.
As for the supermarket owner.
He was very interested in hearing about these things in the rock circle.
He was still vaguely proud in his heart, proud that he was a member of the band and a member of the circle. Because he had a sense of belonging to this circle, which was a feeling of being warmed, a memory of being treated well, and
There is a vitality that jumps to life.
more than.
After he became a member of the band, his identity also changed.
When his son grew up, he began to look down on his father. He felt that his father was no longer the omnipotent person. Sometimes when he said something trendy, his son would habitually correct his father, or he might think that his father was too old-fashioned and could not follow.
It's on trend.
but now--
Whenever he returned from a performance, his son would look at him eagerly, waiting for him to tell more about his experience of the performance, and his eyes would involuntarily show "so awesome" and "so cool", which greatly satisfied him at the time.
Dad's self-esteem.
very nice.
so--
While he was listening with great interest, the supermarket owner poured the snacks and water in his backpack in front of Jiang Yang and invited everyone to eat and drink together so that they could have a pleasant time chatting and playing games.
This is really comfortable, almost like camping.
"There's just no Coke."
Jiang Yang muttered, camping without Coke is soulless.
Lao Zhang: "There is a bottle of Coke in my bag——"
"Don't!"
Third brother, Shitou and others said in unison!
Wen Ni'er said that he had a bad appetite and "can only eat soft rice."
Jiang Yang:……
It’s not that he has a bad appetite, he just has a nice face.
Just about to retort.
"Hey, hey, Jiangyang——"
At this moment, the voice of Li Qingning trying the microphone came from the distance.
Jiang Yang stood up and saw Li Qingning from a distance wearing a baseball cap, holding a microphone in his hand, and walking around on the main stage in white shoes.
Jiang Yang waved to her.
"Try the microphone."
Li Qingning greeted Jiang Yang on the stage and asked the sound mixing team if the vocals were suitable.
For a moment, everyone looked at Jiang Yang.
Wen Nier felt that this microphone was really satisfying to try.
Jiang Yang sat down again and continued eating, drinking and playing.
Shitou and the others didn't speak for a while.
Lao Zhang looked at Jiang Yang and smiled, feeling that it felt good to have someone caring about him.
In the past, when his mother called, he always felt that he had nothing to say, other than eating and drinking.
Sometimes I'm busy and a little impatient.
Now--
After hearing his mother's nagging, he couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart when he heard others being thought about and missed.
Be quiet for a moment.
Shitou suddenly asked: "Lao Zhang has attended two music festivals, right?"
Lao Zhang: "Yeah."
Hong Shan sat on the grass, leaning back, supporting his body with his hands, watching a young band adjusting on the stage from a lower angle, "This is our first time on such a big stage."
"yes."
Shitou and Meng Zhangfei leaned back together, looking up at the stage.
In the sun, the steel tube structure and equipment of the stage shine with an icy light.
Meng Zhangfei still remembers that the first time he saw a music festival was on TV.
At that time, when he was still young, he found an original plated disc, which had the box surface cut off but the disc was intact. He put it on the DVD player to play it, and he was caught off guard by a shirtless uncle.
Holding the microphone like a scepter, he moved around the stage seductively, while the audience, densely packed like ants under the stage, cheered and roared as he sang.
At that time, he didn't understand rock music or bands. He sat blankly in front of the TV, completely stupid.
He thought, it turns out there are great things in the world.
From that time on, Meng Zhangfei had the dream of forming a band. He often fantasized about how vast and lofty his life would be, what a great musician he would become, what a dazzling stage he would stand on, and how many people would be cheering for him in the audience.
He cheered——
Only when he grew up did he realize how far away the stage in front of him was.
He is an ordinary person with no talent or conditions. The only effort he can make is because he has no perseverance and goes astray. When he was playing drums in the shopping mall, Meng Zhangfei thought, why is life like this?
Meng Zhangfei looked at the stage in front of him and thought the same thing now.
Why are you suddenly in front of this stage——
He thought so and looked at Jiang Yang.
Shitou, Third Brother, and the others also looked over to see Jiang Yang playing games there, and heard him keep talking about Uncle Wang: "Old Wang, you are an undercover, right? The opponent's mid laner's skills are so ridiculous, you can catch them in a flash -
—I’ll go! Misunderstanding cleared, Grandpa Wang, you are so awesome!”
Lao Zhang followed their gazes and looked at Jiang Yang, his heart throbbing again.
You can see it.
Jiang Yang is the backbone of the band Stone.
Jiang Yang was convinced, my son, the best actor, cheated the whole game, and in the end the enemies relaxed their vigilance.
Who would have thought that Uncle Wang could kill five with one big move and directly save the team. Now all his teammates are typing to praise Uncle Wang. They even said: "My son Wang, the best actor, your acting skills are amazing. You should be allowed to act in "The Tuner".
His acting is definitely better than that of the best actor."
Although Uncle Wang is a good person, he is not humble at all, "Well, who made me his father?"
I warm the bed for the big devil: Is "The Tuner" a new TV series?
Teammate: Wang Zheng shot a very cool short film, which is very interesting.
＊Bed: Where did you read it?
A teammate gave me the name of a video website: you can see it when you enter it, and it is now number one in the rankings of the entire site.
*Quiet: Okay, thank you for the recommendation.
Jiang Yang replied, quit the game, continued to line up with Uncle Wang, and then smiled proudly.
He raised his head with a smile and saw everyone looking at him.
Jiang Yang was startled. Could it be that his little thoughts were discovered, "What are you looking at me doing?"
Everyone turned away together: "It's nothing."
Just the happy expression of the fox who snatched three chickens makes people feel that all words of gratitude are superfluous and it is better to take action.
Jiang Yang scratched his head inexplicably, lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.
As soon as he entered the game, before he could choose a hero, he said: "My son, the best actor? The best actor just made a short film, have you seen it?"
My Son, the Best Actor: I watched it, the actor did a great job!
I Warm the Big Devil's Bed: I think it's because the script is well written.
My son*: No matter how good the script is, it will be in vain without the actor’s epic acting dedication.
*Bed: Stop talking! The script of this short film is short and concise, and it is a master-level technique in terms of suspense and psychological horror——
Teammate: Damn, before we even played, my teammates started fighting among themselves and quit!