"Director Liu, I'm sorry...Brother Qing, look...this matter is making a fuss..."
Full of embarrassment, Mao Zhiyuan covered his face. He apologized to Yan Qing and Liu Mingren in a low voice: "Me too... I really have no choice. This aunt must follow me."
Behind Mao Zhiyuan stood a girl with double ponytails, wrapped in a black motorcycle leather jacket full of rivets. She was about 1.68 meters tall. She stared straight at Yan Qing.
"It's okay, it won't affect the normal recording of the program..."
Liu Mingren has always been very talkative.
"Does "I" know her? She looks like a girl from northern Xinjiang... No way..."
However, Yan Qing was stared at by Lu Lu and his scalp went numb for a while. He comforted Mao Zhiyuan with a calm expression: "Director Liu is a very good person. The problem is not big."
It could be seen that Lu Lu had a careless temper, and she poked Mao Zhiyuan in the back, as if urging him something.
"Brother Qing, this...is what I told you...Lu Lu..."
With a complicated expression on his face, Mao Zhiyuan slowly introduced: "A senior student from the Jazz and Drum Performance Department of Huaguo University for Nationalities..."
Lu Lu smiled particularly brightly: "And, my new identity!"
Reluctantly, Mao Zhiyuan blurted out with difficulty: "Now he is the drummer of our mao band..."
"Da Mao, what about you? If you succeed, can the boss himself be kicked out of the band?"
Yan Qing teased Mao Zhiyuan, and he looked at Lu Lu calmly out of the corner of his eye.
Her facial features are distinct and have the exotic style of the people outside the Great Wall. The black motorcycle leather jacket makes Lu Lu, who is already white, look even more beautiful.
A few steps forward, Lu Lu glanced at Mao Zhiyuan, and seeing that he didn't reply to Yan Qing's words, she couldn't help but sneer:
"My skills are not as good as others, so of course I am a substitute, but I have not been kicked out of the band. Even if I am not good enough, I can still play programs or play the ukulele."
Hearing Lu Lu's words, Mao Zhiyuan's expression became even more distorted.
Yan Qing is still aware of Mao Zhiyuan's level. After playing rock and roll for twenty-five years, he can endure being so damaged by Lu Lu who may only be 22 years old. This can only prove two things.
First, Mao Zhiyuan’s previous evaluation of the number one female jazz drummer in the Four-Nine City did not hold much water.
Second, Mao Zhiyuan was moved.
Yan Qing, who knew what was going on, apologized to Lu Lu: "I was really embarrassed that day. Miao Miao and the others were drunk, so we left early."
"It's okay, I won't see you again."
Smiling and waving her twin ponytails, Lu Lu waved at Yan Qing nonchalantly.
"Brother Qing, whether we see you or not, it is a lovelorn experience for our sister Luzi."
It sounded like he was teasing Lu Lu, but keyboard player Qi Jingsheng was actually comforting Mao Zhiyuan secretly.
Liu Mingren came closer and curiously interjected: "Oh? How do you say this..."
Yan Qing took two steps back and made room for himself. He guessed that Liu Mingren joined in because Weng Huaijing hadn't arrived yet. Anyway, there was still a quarter of an hour left at nine o'clock, so he was idle.
"Director Liu, it's like this. Once Sister Luzi likes any musician or singer in our imperial city's rock circle, she will try her best to meet him."
Qi Jingsheng was much more talkative than Mao Zhiyuan. He bowed his hands to Lu Lu apologetically and continued to explain to Yan Qing and Liu Mingren: "After meeting, no matter whether others have any intention towards her or not, our sister Luzi will always say: He and Liu Mingren
It’s different from what I imagined, and I’m falling in love again.”
"Every idol is like this. The idols I have been obsessed with disappear one by one? This girl is a bit interesting... Damao is just a little older..."
With his thoughts up and down, Yan Qing secretly observed that Mao Zhiyuan began to smile happily after Da Qi's words.
"Stop arranging me here. What I like is Brother Qing's acting skills. Besides, he doesn't belong to our rock circle."
Lu Lu grabbed Da Qi, who wanted to continue gossiping, and stared at the voyeur Mao Zhiyuan again with wide eyes.
Yan Qing smiled secretly: "Da Mao's use of eyes is still too low..."
After the two of them drank, Lu Lu seemed to be afraid that Yan Qing would misunderstand, so she added: "Brother Qing, I also like your "Red Rose" and "White Rose", but the love songs are still not as exciting as rock and roll, and they always feel bad.
So interesting..."
"Sorry! Everyone, we are late."
Before Yan Qing could reply to Lu Lu, Shao Qing suddenly rushed into the entertainment bar with a fragrant wind.
Weng Huaijing, carrying an electric guitar on his back, leisurely landed behind Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei.
Among the three, there were two employees from the program's logistics team, carrying the electric guitar pickup and speakers that Weng Huaijing had borrowed, and walked straight to the stage in a mighty manner.
"Sister Qing!"
As soon as Shao Qing walked in, Miao Miao waved to her to indicate that she had reserved a seat.
Glancing at Yan Qing and then looking back at Weng Huaijing, Shao Qing smiled seductively, twisted her waist and went directly to the booth.
After Zhou Peipei put the acoustic guitar on her back to the stage, she also turned around and walked off the stage to find Shao Qing.
Weng Huaijing followed the speakers and pickups directly onto the stage. After settling into the position of the guitarist, her eyes passed over Lu Lu with fiery eyes and landed on Yan Qing's face.
“stand by…”
Her unpainted face looked a little tired, but Weng Huaijing's voice was as cold as ever.
Her eyes were attracted by the electric guitar in Professor Weng's arms. Lu Lu curled her lips and smiled. She took a few steps back and said, "You guys are busy first, Brother Qing. Let's talk later."
"Okay, let's talk later..."
After answering casually, Yan Qing greeted Qi Jingsheng and Mao Zhiyuan: "Daqi, I have already programmed the keyboard...Damao, have you tried the bass score? Let's do it together."
After several people were in position, Yan Qing also finished adjusting several sets of pickups, the angles and positions of the microphones. He approached the vocal microphone and said, "get ready?"
Raising his eyebrows solemnly, Weng Huaijing played the electric guitar in his arms, and an ear-catching solo prelude burst out from the stage speakers accompanied by an electric trembling sound.
…
"This prelude is so exciting! Damn it! I didn't see it..."
Off the stage, Lu Lu was obviously amazed by this electric guitar solo. Weng Huaijing's control of melody, rhythm and vibrato was extremely brilliant. She murmured to herself: "This rocker is invincible! I didn't expect Weng Huaijing to play electric guitar."
Having to slip away like this, I almost felt embarrassed just now..."
…
"oh~~~~~~"
Yan Qing drags out the last note and cuts into the prelude of Weng Huai Jing.
"yeah my baby~"
His soft and magnetic bass enters the electric guitar performance along with the keyboard, bass, and drum beats created by Yan Qing himself.
"Maybe there are too many things I don't understand.
Maybe it's my fault"
…
Entering the chorus, Yan Qing's voice slowly rose above the mid-range, becoming clearer and high-pitched, full of penetration and appeal:
"Just remember the promise you and I made to each other
impulse again and again
don't break my heart
Gentle again"
…
"Ah! Pop rock! This is pop-rock! I feel so good being slapped in the face at the speed of light!"
Lu Lu only felt her scalp numb and her whole body hot:
"Even Mao Zhiyuan, this sultry guy, was made to look a little more pleasing to the eye~ No! They didn't tell me on purpose, were they afraid that I would steal Yan Qing's drumstick?"
…
The rehearsal of a song was over. In fact, as soon as he heard the effect of the electric guitar, Yan Qing already understood why they were late. It was probably that Weng Huaijing had practiced very late after returning yesterday.
After standing up and pointing out some problems with Daqi's keyboards and a minor problem with Mao Zhiyuan's bass, Yan Qing stood in front of Weng Huaijing.
It wasn't until this moment that Yan Qing noticed the ok bandage tightly wrapped around the fingers of her left hand.
"This is caused by frequent frets being cut by the strings. Why do I feel so empty in my heart..."
Yan Qing suppressed his distressed feeling and asked calmly:
"Do you want to do it again?"
Weng Huaijing replied very calmly: "Okay."
"Take it back a little bit..."
Yan Qing's clear eyes always fell on Weng Huaijing's wrapped fingertips, and his voice was very gentle: "The performance is in the afternoon."
"Um."
Noticing Yan Qing's gaze, Weng Huaijing pursed her lips and retracted her left hand slightly.