The intersection of Gulou East Street and Nanluogu Lane, the backstage passage of mao livehouse.
With nothing to do in the waiting area, Yan Qing took out his phone and glanced at the screen: [2019-9-8 21:45]
Yan Qing, who was very leisurely, said to Mao Zhiyuan, who was waiting with him: "Rap music is indeed the most suitable form of music performance on the spot. It doesn't seem to make much difference whether I come to join in the fun or not. The response is very enthusiastic."
Obviously, the mao rap debut live that Qi Jingsheng, also known as Da Qi, Mao Zhiyuan and several other partners were anxious about, was quite successful, and the atmosphere at the scene could simply be described as overwhelming.
Yan Qing glanced from the entrance to the stage, and all he could see were arms raised high, following the restless beats from the speakers on both sides of the stage and the rhymes of the newly popular American rapper Lil Westwood on the stage, rising and falling like a wave.
Rhythmically.
Mao Zhiyuan stared at a certain location under the stage and muttered: "Brother Qing, many people are here for you."
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Of course, the packed live was also filled with many old Mao customers who came to support the show. Most of them raised their right hands in a perfunctory manner, and shouted and exchanged words with each other:
"Jun'er, what's the matter? This store in Damao has always been a paradise for young rock and roll youth in our imperial capital. What kind of show is this happening today? Yo, yo, yo, don't tell me, what did this dirty-braided black guy on the stage say?
It’s quite touching.”
An audience member dressed in a punk style showed the classic rap gestures he had just learned secretly. After taking a sip of Hoegaarden beer, he chatted with his friends next to him.
The punk man said that Jun'er was obviously more knowledgeable. He shook off the collar of his sleeveless motorcycle jacket and sneered at the young man's ignorance:
"David, are you stupid? Didn't you watch last week's issue of "Talent Co., Ltd."? Yan Qing has done some popular science. People call this flow. The lyrics have a flowing rhythm to the rhythm of the beat."
The punk man explained angrily: "I just ordered the second issue. No, who deceived me today that Li Na will come? I waited in line for three hours, and even now I only glanced at the scumbag Solei from a distance.
OK."
Behind him, a girl with exotic double ponytails interjected: "Sisters, let me give you a tip. Next Monday, just pretend to be a student from the Imperial Dance Academy and take a few classes. Maybe you can hook up with God by the way."
Pretty little girl dancing.”
The punk man was overjoyed. He put down the beer bottle and bravely picked up the wine glass: "There is still such an operation... Niu Beer, come on, Sister Luzi, let's go one by one."
The well-proportioned girl from Jiangbei was very satisfied with the punk man's knowledge. After clinking glasses, she sighed and sighed: "It's a pity that you, Sister Lu, are so good at picking up girls, but you have a female body. Otherwise, I would have appointed Shao Qing to take him away first. It would be too exciting."
La…”
Dawei, the punk man, looked around and then lowered his voice and asked: "Sister Luzi, didn't you say you came here today and went directly to kill Yan Qing? Why did you want to take Shao away when you got there?"
Sir..."
The girl with double ponytails, who was drunk and drunk, waved her hands. She was a little uninterested and didn't want to say anything.
The man in the motorcycle jacket pushed Dawei: "You don't talk nonsense. After drinking half a catty of Niu Er, how can you call me Sister Luzi if you don't brag a few words about Niu Bi?"
Suddenly a commotion broke out around them:
"Yan Qing is on stage!"
"Sorley goes!"
Most of the noise was just like that, of course there were also a few strange calls like Hong Soo Hyun and Wang Jingzhe.
The girl with twin ponytails suddenly burst out with the pride of a woman from northern Xinjiang. She covered her mouth with her hands and screamed confidently: "Yan Qing! Ah~"
Under the strange looks of others, the punk man and the motorcycle man put down their beer bottles and tried to dissuade them: "Sister Lu, Lu Lu, please calm down, the guests are all scared by you."
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"Hello everyone, I am Yan Qing, the fan who just screamed..."
After Yan Qing, who was wearing a sweatshirt and a hood on the stage, bowed, his first reaction was to point to the area where Lu Lu was below the stage.
"After the show is over, remember to check with Miao Miao. She performed well. I suggest you sign a long-term contract with our Mr. Miao for long-term cooperation in the future."
"Yan Qing! Ah~"
Yan Qing's control of the field attracted many imitators, and there were screams from the audience.
Yan Qing pouted: "It's too late, Miao Miao remembers that these people don't pay."
"Cut~"
This awareness of admiration was perfectly rooted in the hearts of every people in the imperial capital, and boos broke out in the audience.
"There is no cross talk today. I wish Mao will get better and better..."
Typhoon calmly shook off the baggage of performing arts and entertainment that he learned online, and Yan Qing simply held the microphone upside down: ""Li Sao", DJ drop it!"
The majestic trumpet sound suddenly swept the entire mao livehouse.
Facing the audience with their right hands raised in the air, Yan Qing calmly began his performance:
"They criticize you, they say you are extreme
They wonder, the origin of this music
They say you are corrupt, even if no one vindicates you
You are still my other half"
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The interactive effect of small-scale music such as livehouse is very good. In addition, "Li Sao" is relatively popular. Whenever Yan Qing sings the chorus, the audience will spontaneously roar with him:
"Walking for you, walking through three levels for you
Accompany you to conquer, Accompany you to conquer the mountain of swords"
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The atmosphere was like boiling fire, but after the performance was successfully completed, Yan Qing just bowed to the audience again and handed the microphone back to the host Mao Zhiyuan. He walked off the stage without any hesitation.
Miao Miao, Zhang Yameng, and Yi Yi all came tonight. They were sitting in the booth area on the second floor specially reserved by Mao Zhiyuan. The coffee table was filled with beer and snacks.
When Yan Qing returned to the booth area, Miao Miao and Yi Yi were already drinking so much that their eyes were shining, and they were biting their ears and talking secretly.
Zhang Yameng on the side put down the mineral water bottle and gestured with eight fingers at Yan Qing.
Sitting down a few steps away from Zhang Yameng, Yan Qing unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and drank most of the bottle in one go before speaking.
"Four bottles per person? Miao Miao always looks the same every time she comes to Damao. I'm used to it."
"Eight vials per person..."
Zhang Yameng corrected and added: "1984...craft beer."
"Brother Qing'er is back. Yi Yi will go home with me to sleep tonight."
Miao Miao held up her rosy little face and spoke softly to Yan Qing, looking very charming and naive.
"I just want to live in Meow Meow's nest..."
Yi Yi held Miao Miao in her arms charmingly, and she smiled straight at Yan Qing, the two pear dimples reflected at the corners of her mouth were particularly deep.
"Go back, we can't let them continue drinking like this."
Yan Qing and Zhang Yameng looked at each other and understood each other's meaning.
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The mao livehouse stairwell is filled with strong rap and drum beats.
"Da Mao, both of my girls are a little drunk..."
Yan Qing planned to go downstairs to say hello and then retreat with the three girls. He happened to bump into Mao Zhiyuan leading the American rapper with dreadlocks upstairs to look for him.
Accompanied by the explosive beat, Mao Zhiyuan introduced the two of them in English with an imperial accent while talking and laughing.
Hearing that Yan Qing’s job is to be an actor and rapping is just a hobby, lil westwood respectfully extended his fist to Yan Qing.
“hey! bro. what’s up!” (Translation: Thank you, I think you’re not bad~)
In his previous life, Yan Qing's music production also covered the rap circle, and he is no stranger to this set of hip-hop cuts and greeting gestures.
Maybe it’s been too long since he’s been exposed to the rap scene, maybe it’s because the beat echoing in the stairwell is too exciting, but in short, his muscles respond very quickly, and Yan Qing skillfully cooperated with the guy with the dreadlocks opposite him to complete a complex rap hand-bumping ceremony.
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Their fists first collided head-on;
Yan Qing waved his hand and hit lil westwood's tiger's mouth with the lower edge of his little finger from top to bottom;
Yan Qing raised his fist and waited for the opponent to hit him again;
Each takes back his right hand, his left hand points to the ceiling at an angle of 45 degrees, his right hand is in front of his eyes, and his arm is parallel to his left hand; (this movement is called dab, a very common hip-hop gesture)
Putting away the dab posture, the outer sides of their right arms crossed each other and collided with each other. Yan Qing suddenly had a strange idea and made an OK gesture with his fingers similar to a handstand.
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After the whole set of actions was completed, Yan Qing was about to say goodbye to Mao Zhiyuan, but lil westwood stepped forward and stopped him.
The African-American boy raised his chin high and stared into Yan Qing's eyes, his dark face full of confusion.
"Where you from homie?" (Literal translation: Where are you from, brother.)
"???"
Yan Qing and Nick Yang had a questioning face, but he still politely replied: "Imperial Capital?"
lil westwood shook his head violently.
"no...no!where you from homie?" (paraphrase: Which road are you on?)
"hey man. what’s the hell. you got me there."
Although the performance was over, the DJ on the stage was still playing rap music. Yan Qing's English response was very rhyming, and the rhyme perfectly matched the beat of the bass drum.
After being stunned for half a minute, lil westwood suddenly hugged Yan Qing and continued to stare into his eyes. His thick sausage lips trembled. The African boy asked uncertainly:
"jesus. no way. are you issac yen?" (Oh my God, this is impossible, are you issac yen?)
Mao Zhiyuan cast a puzzled look, and Yan Qing naturally pretended to be dumbfounded. The three of them looked at each other, lil and westwood tried to squeeze out a few more words: "east coast money hustle..."
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In fact, when Yan Qing heard the name issac yen, he immediately thought of the laser engraving "yen" on the guitar pick, as well as the name Weng Huaijing called himself "Yan Yisa" on Friday, and finally what Miao Miao mentioned
At the end of March every year, a sum of cash from the United States will be transferred to the studio's account on time.
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He thought about a lot of things in an instant, but with his superb acting skills and extremely fast reaction speed, Yan Qing successfully deceived the African-American guy with dreadlocks into thinking that he had mistakenly admitted the wrong person.
lil Westwood was a little embarrassed and explained in a fast-talking way: He saw Yan Qing using the blood gang's special gang gesture in the last round of the hand-bumping ceremony.
It was precisely because of this that he kept asking rudely which branch of the Blood Gang Yan Qing came from.
And it happened that because he misjudged the flow of a short sentence, he mistakenly thought that Yan Qing was an anonymous OG from the New York Blood Gang.
Mao Zhiyuan on the other hand also helped to explain that at the time when issac yen was active in New York, Yan Qing happened to be in trouble in China, so it could not be the same person.
"The flow just now is so similar to issac yen's style. I respect i.y very much... he is the pride of our money hustle label and the East Coast rap circle..."
Frequent slang lil westwood sincerely apologizes to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing naturally forgave the little brother with dreadlocks generously, and he was extremely happy in his heart:
"Fortunately, it's just a short sentence without even a bar (section), and it doesn't show many characteristics of English flow at all."
After successfully ending the incident and saying hello to Mao Zhiyuan, Yan Qing and Lao Zhang helped the drunken Miao Miao and Yi Yi leave Mao.
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Lu Lu searched for a long time but couldn't find Yan Qing's assistant. She was so angry that she drank another large glass of Niu Er.
"All men are liars. Sister Lu, I am lovelorn again."
Angry and unwilling, Lu Lu took advantage of her drunkenness and faced the cheers of her acquaintances to approach Mao Zhiyuan, the manager of Mao.
Under the suppressed admiration of the sultry man Da Mao, Lu Lu got Miao Miao's WeChat ID. Unfortunately, Miao Miao was destined to be unable to pass her friend request immediately.
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Finally, the two alcoholic lunatics were brought home. Zhang Yameng was busy putting the two girls to rest, while Yan Qing was determined to go to the practice room to do some physical exercises.
"Crack!"
It wasn't until midnight that Yan Qing finished the extra training. He turned off the lights in the practice room and let go of the doubts he had suppressed in his heart.
"It turns out that the relationship between the previous owner of this body and Weng Huaijing happened in New York. No wonder I couldn't find any information on the Internet. The two-way operation was so fierce, and a vest was used."
Without leaving in a hurry, Yan Qing leaned against the window of the small building, blowing in the wind, extinguishing sweat, thinking that he could accomplish more with one stone.
""I" am so cool. I could sneak away to the United States, change my waistcoat, and become an OG-level rap boss, a living template for the male protagonist in novels."
Outside the window on the second floor of the studio, the waxing moon just emerged from the clouds. The bright moonlight shined through the sparse gauze curtains on Yan Qing's sweaty face. He was filled with emotions:
"One month... time flies so fast. When can I... really stand up."
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Off topic: The editor-in-chief Yuan Jiang said that recommendations after signing a contract depend on data, so let’s seriously start asking for recommendation votes every day.