Three hundred and eighty-ninth festival long-haired elder in white clothes fluttering
"This is--"
"They are students from Fangcaodi. △↗" Lian Nishang sighed slightly as she spoke, seeming to think of her own student life. "These are the children of the selection group." There was an envious tone in her words.
Zhuo Yifan secretly wondered: This Lian Nishang has always been arrogant. She doesn't look down on anyone except the "chief", and the imperial court is regarded by her as an enemy. She has many treacherous and contemptuous words. How can she be like this?
The tone! The status of these "young fake boys" here is self-evident!
If they could get such a "livery", Zhou Zhongjun and the others could approach Zhenkun openly, and their chances of succeeding would increase.
Originally, Zhou Zhongjun and others had been moving around Dongmen City in the past few days, firstly to familiarize themselves with the terrain, and secondly, to try to purchase the "liveries" of the Kun Thief students.
From the information collected by Zhuo Yifan, students are among the fake Kuns who are relatively close to the Kun thieves, and the real Kuns have less defense against them.
Unexpectedly, there is nowhere to buy student uniforms. The ready-made clothing industry here in Lingao is very developed. Almost all naturalized people buy ready-made clothes to wear. Even among the indigenous people, the ready-made clothes fit well and are cheaper than buying the materials themselves.
Tailor-made fabrics are much more cost-effective and very popular.
Only this "livery" cannot be bought. At first glance, the "work clothes" in the ready-made clothing store look very similar to the various "livery clothes" of Kun Thief, both of which are small double-breasted coats. But there are some differences in the details.
There is a big difference, and the difference in women's clothing is even greater. There are no similar uniforms for female students in Fangcaodi on the market. Zhou Zhongjun asked around and found out that these are "publicly issued" and cannot be bought outside.
Arrived.
If not, let Zhou Zhongjun and others try to ambush a few female students...
While I was thinking wildly, suddenly there was a dense sound of footsteps behind me. They came very fast from far to near. In an instant, with an almost inaudible "Excuse me", a tall figure rushed towards where the two of them were standing.
Zhuo Yifan pushed Lian Nishang to the side almost subconsciously. He also took a step diagonally and turned back quickly. However, this cramped place was not conducive to dodge. He felt the cool wind blowing past his back and a figure bumped into him.
In a hurry, he could only stand still with a stake under his feet. The person who was running quickly in the room seemed to be very arrogant. He didn't realize that he almost collided with the woman. He just turned around and said "Lock up" and separated from the crowd.
After leaving, Zhuo Yifan vaguely saw that this man was a young man, about six feet tall, with white clothes and loose hair.
The disciple of Huashan was a little confused for a while: "Aren't the rules in Lingao strict? Everything is in order, how can such a reckless person be tolerated? It's really strange!" He was a little aggrieved, and he entered the venue after Huangkou Xiao'er.
Not only that, he was bumped into by an unknown person. If the martial arts practitioner hadn't had a strong foothold, he would have almost made a fool of himself in front of the female police officer Lian Nishang.
Lian Nishang was surprised: "Ah, this is the chief that Zuo Yamei mentioned last time. It is said that he is the only man with hair among the chiefs! Why did he come in alone? Isn't he with Leban?"
Zhuo Yifan wondered: "Is this a real Australian? Why don't you have a full head of hair?"
"It's true that most of the leaders shave their heads. But Zuo Yamei told me that there is a male leader in the art troupe who has a different style of behavior. His appearance and speech are very different from their leader. By the way. Now that I think about it, this is art.
The Eastern leader of the group. He is probably here to participate in the cultural festival rehearsal today, let’s go in. There is probably a program to watch inside!"
"Oh, I didn't expect that there would be such a maverick Australian. It's really unexpected." Zhuo Yifan was immediately overjoyed. He didn't expect that the thief would enter and leave the gym so casually and have such an opportunity to observe, so he immediately followed
Lian Nishang walked in.
Dongfang Ke, who often overslept and was late when working at the Finance Committee, rode his bicycle from the Bairen dormitory area to the gymnasium at a sprint speed. Then, in order to rush for time, he did not go around the small door commonly used by the elders, but walked through the main entrance.
After forcing his way through the large crowd, he almost bumped into a certain onlooker wearing a long gown, and finally arrived at the stage when Liu Shuixin was already sitting in front of the piano.
"Phew, I overslept, sorry."
Nangong, who was standing on the podium, was not surprised at all: "Please go to the side and take a drink of water first."
"No, let's start directly. First go through the speed, and then focus on listening to the sound field and the response of the scene."
"Well, I just gave the string instrument a try, and it was okay. Well, let's rehearse first."
"Rehearsal repertoire: "Good News from Lingao Arrives in Li Village", percussion preparation."
Nangong raised the baton, and along with the long blast of the horn, the percussion bells cut in, and the melodious and cheerful sound of the piano sounded under the fingers of Dongfang and Liu Shuixin - the MIDI keyboard has not been adjusted yet, so it can only be done for the time being.
Using a plucked piano as a guest keyboard - this 20th century folk music theme sounds like a strange mix.
Under the stage, Zuo Yamei, who had already finished her snacks, saw her best friends and hurriedly greeted them, "Come over here!".
"So you knew this was a rehearsal for the art troupe. If you had known, I would have come to see it earlier! Hehe, have you seen Chief Dongfang? He just ran past me." Lian Nishang started chatting with her best friend with a smile.
, leaving Zhuo Yifan aside.
Zhuo Daxia, who was still in shock, watched the performance on the stage with great interest. This "Australian band" was unique in both its shape and the instruments used. The most surprising thing was that the real thief actually came off the stage in person.
As a musician, men and women played the piano together, and he learned a lot about the Australian style of "having no respect for the humble and the ordinary". But this "Australian music", compared with the folk silk and bamboo of the Ming Dynasty, has a different momentum, and the strings sound noisy.
The bells and gongs are arranged in an orderly manner, the melody is straight, and the sound is sonorous and enthusiastic. The huge fanqin Zhuo Yifan has heard of is a product of Thailand and the West, and can play dozens of tones. The male and female piano players work together skillfully, and there are also people on the stage.
There was a "real beauties" who also wore plain clothes and danced with a wooden stick in their hands. It was so funny that all the gong and drum musicians looked at him intently.
Suddenly the music entered a presto, becoming more and more passionate, and then the gongs and drums sounded, converging on a long note. The dancer holding the wooden stick also clenched one fist and froze his body. Only then did Zhuo Yifan roughly understand what he was doing.
What.
"Wow, the leaders are really good at everything. They are also great at playing the piano and music!" Lian Nishang was still immersed in the powerful "Australian Song Melody" and couldn't help but start to "worship" again.
"I heard from the leader of the club that this art troupe has gathered all the naturalized folk musicians from Lingao, as well as Chief Dongfang, Chief Nangong and Chief Liu to perform in person, and the instruments used are also purchased from Macau. The leader
Chief Okamoto has been busy a lot over this." Zuo Yamei continued. As for the private disputes between the chiefs over art resources that she overheard last time, as a police officer, she naturally has the awareness to keep it confidential.
"Oh, by the way, I was just here to watch the show! I ignored Master Zhuo. This little girl is so polite. What is this on your hands?"
"You're welcome, Miss Zuo. These are the Australian pancakes I bought in Dongmen City. You can have a try, Miss." Zhuo Yifan had already given up on guarding men and women, and just wanted to win the trust of these two policewomen.
"Hey, wait, I've already had breakfast. Should we go to the fighting gym over there now to compete, or should we listen to the art troupe rehearse? There seems to be a program."
"Listen to it again! It's really amazing!" Lian Nishang seems to have become a loyal "fan" of the art troupe.
Zhuo Yifan also echoed: "It's so good. The Australian music has a really unique flavor!" In fact, he wanted to see more of the faces of these beauties, "It's just that these chiefs are playing the piano themselves, and they always feel disappointed.
A bit decent..."
"Hey, don't you, Master Ming, also play chess, calligraphy and painting? Why can't the commander play the piano?" Lian Nishang turned around and choked, pouting.
Zhuo Shaoxia complained: How can the elegance of the study room be compared with performing on the stage? He just stopped talking and stopped arguing.
The orchestra on the stage was changing seats and instrument arrangements. Dongfang Ke and Liu Shuixin came down. Okamoto greeted them and said: "Not bad, not bad. At such a fast speed, the basic rhythm levels of the piano and percussion are not messed up. It is still conducted by Nangong."
Okay, but the sound field is still thin and the speakers need to be adjusted again.”
"Absolutely. This piece is relatively short, and they are quite proficient in it. I don't have anything to do with the next piece, "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon." I'll sit down and be a guest in the audience to hear the effect." Dongfang Ke didn't hold himself accountable to Okamoto.
I was surprised to be late.
"Okay, you can find a place by yourself. I'll still be here to keep an eye on you. Comrade Liu..."
"I'll go to the stands opposite and listen!" Liu Shuixin also seemed very positive. As the backbone of the song and dance troupe before time travel, she was no longer satisfied with singing at the annual meeting. After all, the stage is where the artist's passion lies.
Dongfang Ke tied up his scattered hair with a hair rope, unbuttoned the first button of his silk shirt, walked alone to the stand where a group of onlookers were naturalized people, supported the railing, opened his legs and jumped up, in a shadow.
Standing with hands folded, Nangong Hao on the stage directed the folk orchestra to start playing.
His toes were tapping, but Dongfang Ke's eyes were not looking at the stage. He was searching for something.
"Hey, Yamei, this Australian song seems to be very different from before?" Practicing Nishang doesn't know the music. There is no communication media in this era, and it is not easy for ordinary people to get in touch with all kinds of music.
"I also heard this during the last rehearsal. It is said that it is a folk tune from Fujian and Guangdong that was rewritten by Australian leaders."
Zuo Yamei obviously became a literary and artistic activist under the influence of the Senate, and she spoke eloquently.
Zhuo Yifan was staring at the musician playing the harp. He noticed that this person obviously had military appearance and came to play the harp for some reason. Suddenly, his hair tightened, as if he felt something was wrong. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!