I just want to copy books quietly

Actually they sang very well.

Jiang Youxi doesn't know any music theory, but just thinks it sounds good.

It seems that it is not much worse than the original song of the Walker Band heard from the tape.

The bursting drums, the smooth guitar and bass, and the vocals at home are also very good.

Always feel very amazing.

Jiang Youxi didn't bother them, but walked sideways and tiptoed into the door, and stood there quietly.

He originally wanted to wait until the other party finished singing this song and leave, but after the other party finished singing, they didn't rest, the music continued to flow, and they sang another song soon.

It was a song he had never heard before. It was a bit weird, but it was not bad after listening carefully.

He was particularly impressed by the few lyrics in it that seemed to belong to the opera: "Recalling the heyday of Kaiyuan in the past, friends all over the world are friends. The vision is infinite and the world is wide, and there are tens of thousands of buildings!"

There is also the paragraph "Fate is branded along the palm lines, sober up tonight without dreams. Walk into myths along fate, and return to the Tang Dynasty in dreams!"

After they finished singing, Jiang Youxi was about to step forward when he heard those people chatting.

The bass player is a handsome guy with long hair, shawls, cropped pants, and a black vest with muscles that seem to burst. His voice is very loud: "Such a great song can be our debut single, you just prepare Take it to Brother Jiayong, Brother Qingzi and the others?"

The slim guitarist with a particularly handsome profile smiled and said, "Isn't it good to give it to them? They won't bury this song. Besides, Si Zhang's voice is not particularly suitable for this song."

The lead singer said impatiently: "You talk a lot of nonsense, and you can write songs, isn't it amazing?"

"Sorry, it's great to be able to write songs." Said the handsome guitarist.

"" The lead singer choked for a moment, and shouted, "If you are really talented, write more songs that suit my voice."

"Just write it, you have to sing well after I write it."

"That's for sure. But what counts as good singing?"

"At least be a song king. If you can't be a song king, then the songs I wrote will really be buried."

"I'm going, you're such a stinky fart. You write me 20 good songs. If I can't sing the king, my surname is no longer Peng. I will take your surname Du from now on, that's fine!"

"It's a deal." The handsome young man smiled and began to pluck the strings of the guitar again.

Jiang Youxi thought at the time, let me go, these city people are too good at bragging, they are always the king of singers, I really think the king of singers is Chinese cabbage.

Let alone the king of singers, why don't you write 20 songs first?

After months of hard work in the musical instrument industry, Jiang Youxi already knows how difficult it is to write a good song.

I really thought anyone could write a classic like shameless.

But the song just now was really nice.

"Hey boy, how long have you been standing here?"

Jiang Youxi was in a trance when suddenly the fat drummer with red hair and a cool look looked at him and drank.

Jiang Youxi was taken aback, since he was beaten since he was young, he developed the habit of admitting his mistakes when encountering things.

"Sorry, brothers, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, it's because you sing so well."

"You're a good talker, kid," said the fat drummer.

The lead singer also looked at him: "Boy, are you here to ask for an autograph? Don't be like those groupies, we're not that bad at rock and roll. It's okay to make friends, just sign it."

"I didn't come here to ask for an autograph," Jiang Youxi saw that they were still easy to talk to, so she boldly explained, "I put the guitar in our shop for maintenance. Now that it's been repaired, I want to send it over."

The drummer then turned to look at the handsome guitarist, "Hey, Xiao Ke, is it your guitar? That Minte Carlo handmade guitar that Brother Jiayong gave you?"

The handsome guitarist nodded, showing a slightly shy but even more triumphant smile. "That's right, there are several signed ones on it."

"I'll go, that guitar is worth a lot of money, do you dare to take it to the pheasant shop on the street for maintenance?"

Jiang Youxi had to stand up and defend her part-time job: "Our Mingxin Musical Instrument Store is not a pheasant shop! The seniors are all very good at craftsmanship!"

"Okay, here we go," said the handsome guitarist.

Jiang Youxi walked over and handed the guitar case to the guitarist.

After a closer look, he realized that it was not a "handsome guitarist".

It's a "really handsome guitarist" or "so handsome that I'm going to lose my eyes" guitarist.

And the aura is very sharp, like a treasured knife just out of the oven, radiating cold light.

It is easy to think of an adjective: unruly.

By the way, you can obviously rely on your face for food, why do you still play music?

Still playing so cool.

This world is really hopeless, you know that?

Although Jiang Youxi himself is a handsome young man, he is not ashamed of himself.

But looking at such a handsome young man with such talent, he still felt very frustrated.

Maybe this world is really cruel.

If you want to get ahead, go back to cheap dad and shout: "I'm not a waste!", it's really hard to do.

"That's right, kid."

When Jiang Youxi turned to leave, the handsome guitarist called him to stop.

"how?"

"You like music?"

Jiang Youxi hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "It's okay, mainly because I like rock and roll."

The men exchanged glances, and then the bass player with a muscle bump took a small piece of paper from his trouser pocket.

"Well then, come and see our band's curtain call performance in two days."

"The curtain call?" Jiang Youxi was stunned.

"Yeah, our Grimace band is disbanding, and the last performance will be in two days." Said the handsome guitarist.

Chapter 212 Why should I become the king of singers?

"Xixi, Xixi, what are you thinking!" Cheng Mingming's voice was as low as a whisper.

Jiang Youxi woke up and smiled, "It's nothing, I remembered some things from the past."

Cheng Mingming didn't ask, she was just Jiang Youxi's manager.

Although as a broker, it is best to establish a good personal relationship with your clients.

If there is only a cold working relationship, such a broker is often unable to accompany the client to the end.

But she has no intention of playing the role of a caring big sister.

This role is not for her.

So she will occasionally say softly, "Say what you want, sister, listen", but she will never say words of comfort or explanation.

Now Jiang Youxi doesn't want to talk, and she won't ask more.

Jiang Youxi looked up at the simple lines on the ceiling, recalling the shock of watching Ghostface's curtain call live.

It was in an abandoned factory building, which used to be a state-owned factory, but it is said that it will be demolished and built into a villa area.

The factory is stuffy and hot, the air is not good, and the smell of sweat, smoke, alcohol and some people's body odor are mixed together.

But hundreds of young people walked around excitedly, paying no attention to the bad smell.

They talk about the great show they're about to see, and lament that Ghostface is about to break up.

A few big old fans with peeling paint creaked and squeaked, but they couldn't blow away the heat in people's hearts.

Jiang Youxi held the hand of a girl, the daughter of the owner of the musical instrument store, named Lu Danqing, who was two years older than him.

Lu Danqing is handsome and will soon be 18 years old, with a youthful atmosphere.

The soft and slender waist, and the upturned waist, always firmly attract Jiang Youxi's eyes.

When entering the door just now, Jiang Youxi was very nervous.

Because he only has one ticket.

But Lu Danqing likes these underground bands very much, especially Ghostface.

If she knew that he had tickets for Ghostface's closing show and didn't take her there, she would definitely not kiss him with her sweet, waxy little mouth for a week, no, a month.

Fortunately, the gatekeepers glanced at the tickets, smiled at Lu Danqing, and let them in.

Clear memory, only until some people moved the drum kit and put it on the temporary stage, and set up the lights.

Soon, the four members of the ghost face band entered the arena with their heads down, dressed very casually, and everyone was wearing a ghost face mask, so their appearance could not be seen.

What followed was like a wild dream.

Blurred, chaotic, high-pitched.

Crazy music, arms swaying wildly, women screaming, men stomping their feet.

The four people on the stage, like gods descended, dominated the emotions of hundreds of people here.

People were sweating profusely, full of passion, shouting along with the beautiful music one after another, using the most intense twisting to release all kinds of suppressed emotions in their hearts.

Jiang Youxi no longer remembers what she did during that performance.

In retrospect, it should be with everyone, waving, shouting, twisting, stomping and so on.

After the show ended, he excitedly grabbed Lu Danqing's little hand and chatted with her a lot.Talk about music, talk about dreams, probably these things, I can’t remember clearly.

Lu Danqing was wilder than him at the performance before, but now he calmed down and smiled softly at him, wearing jasmine-scented shampoo mixed with a slight smell of sweat.

He wants to smell more.

Lv Danqing did not perform well in the college entrance examination, so she was going to retake the exam for another year to be admitted to a 985 school.

So she was very depressed a while ago.

Jiang Youxi sincerely hoped that watching Ghostface's performance this time would make her feel better and get a good university entrance examination next year.

The two were not in a hurry to go back, but went around to a nearby park.

When there was no one around, Lu Danqing suddenly became short of breath.

Jiang Youxi understood her eyes.

After all, he is the best at observing words and expressions.

After a little hesitation, he decided to obey his desires and hers.

In a secluded corner, two teenagers and girls completed their first exploration of a new field in their lives.

He felt like he would never forget that scene.

The delicate girl's long hair fell loosely on her snow-white fragrant shoulders, her delicate white hands supported the lumpy tree bark, she gritted her teeth, and looked back at him with extremely complicated eyes.

In the following year, Lu Danqing was busy studying, while Jiang Youxi eagerly learned music theory while working part-time.

The two didn't date much.

The specific number of times must be countless, but it must not exceed 10 times.

On average less than once a month.

As for even fewer opportunities to do that, the only few times are in the corners of the park.

Use the same posture.

Then in May of 2000, Jiang Youxi was selected to be Huayu's trainee, signed a contract of sale that might make him flourish, or let him waste the best time of his life, and left Mingxin Musical Instruments.

However, Lu Danqing still did not do well in the exam and could not reach the admission line of Fudan University.

But because her family is from the northern border, there is still a house in the northern border.

If she goes to a school in the northern border, she can go to a high-ranked 985 school by looking for connections.

So, after several considerations, the boss dismissed the shop assistants, sold Mingxin Musical Instrument Store, and returned to the north with his family.

Later, Jiang Youxi and Lu Danqing talked with LL by phone for a long time.

But the daily life of trainees is boring, and the daily schedule is quite full, so there is no extra time for romance.