so you love me

The final personnel list: Sun Chuanzhou - recorder, Luo Wanze - harmonica, Han Yaxin - piano, Chen Zi - accordion, Shan Wen - plectrum, Qiao An - harp, Zhang Xu - maraca, He finally grabbed the most trouble-free things, and left the most troublesome things to his friends and juniors.

The program group handed over their cellphones to them to find tutorials on the Internet. While watching, Qiao An tuned the harp that he found somewhere, and played two songs along with it, and he was able to play proficiently.

Everyone was amazed by this, and Chen Zi asked in surprise: "Where did you learn it? No matter if you are a trainee or an idol course, it is impossible to have this?"

Joan smiled and said: "I learned it when I was a child, because my mother likes the harp very much, so I learned this."

Han Yaxin rubbed his head emotionally: "Oh, why are you so obedient, you are such a good boy."

Luo Wanze expressed curiosity: "Then do you know any other musical instruments?"

Joan thought for a while, and said: "I have been playing the piano; I have also learned the violin, but I didn't practice again after participating in the competition; my roommate taught me some guitars and drums, but I learned that they were eliminated. .After debuting, I felt that I didn’t have enough time to practice dancing every day, so I didn’t practice musical instruments.”

Everyone was extremely surprised. Zhang Xu took a breath and sighed, "You are such a treasure boy..."

Joan smiled shyly again.

The accordion can actually be regarded as a small piano with a bellows. It is easier for people who know how to play the piano, but because it requires a lot of physical strength, it can only be handed over to Chen Zi, although Chen Zi only learned the piano when he was a trainee. That is also stronger than others.

They chose a relatively simple song, and they started to study and rehearse. In the afternoon and evening, except for Zhang Xu, Qiao An, Han Yaxin, who was relatively simple or proficient in musical instruments, and Sun Chuanzhou, who was the head of the kitchen, cooked dinner together, the other three kept eating in practice.

I got up early the next morning and continued to practice, and then started the joint rehearsal. After eating early at noon, I moved the instrument to the small lecture hall in the village.

The only elementary school in the vicinity. The teacher has seen the world. He knows that children need to cultivate hobbies and have dreams. He specially organizes all the children to come and watch. There are also some women who are not in good health or take care of their children at home. They don’t need to go to the fields to do farm work. , so I sneaked over to join in the fun, and the [-] chairs arranged neatly under the stage were actually full of people.

When more people came, these unprofessional performers became even more nervous. They were usually asked to perform tricks in front of tens of hundreds of people. Even Han Yaxin, Chen Zi, and Qiao An had held concerts, and performing in front of tens of thousands of people was not the case. nervous.Because I am not good at it, because these are not my fans, they will support me with filters, and even because of the deep meaning contained in this performance, they have no confidence at all.

Even the two old seniors kept taking deep breaths to adjust their mentality. They played a clarinet and a harmonica, and their voice would change if their breathing became unstable, so they were more careful.

The children were big and small, the youngest was only four years old, couldn't sit still, ran around whispering to each other, and cried loudly when they disagreed. Some children pointed and whispered to musical instruments they had never seen before. Some people shouted directly to the stage and asked, "What is this?"

The performers are extremely big-headed, and the program team did not expect such a situation. The piano has not been moved and cannot start playing, so they can only find a way to maintain the order of the scene. Except for the cameraman and the sound engineer, they all left the stage to help the overwhelmed teacher Coax the rambunctious children.

Chen Zi sat on the chair with the accordion in his arms and whispered, "My god, it's too scary."

Shan Wen was still familiar with the scales while holding the plectrum, and said with a helpless smile, "I'm worried about our performance if this goes on."

Qiao An was also sitting on a chair holding the harp, and sitting on the edge of the stage closest to Chen Zi who was holding the accordion, she was also extremely worried about such a scene.

"Brother." A crisp voice sounded beside Joan. Joan looked down and saw a child with a dirty face holding the stage and calling him.

Joan quickly walked over and knelt down and asked with a gentle smile, "What's the matter?"

The child asked curiously, "What are you holding?"

Joan looked at the harp in his arms and told him, "This? This is a harp, a musical instrument."

"What is an instrument?"

"A musical instrument is something that can be used to play music."

Seeing that Qiao An was easy to talk, the other child also got down from his seat and said, "I know, I know! It's the thing that blows with your mouth!" He made a gesture of blowing with his mouth while pressing with his fingers.

Although I don't know what he was talking about specifically, but the action should be something like a trumpet and suona, Qiao An explained with a smile: "The one you mentioned is also a kind of musical instrument, but it's different from mine."

Joan brought the harp in front of them and put it on the ground, and showed them carefully, and several children surrounded it.

A little girl reached out to play the harp, Joan immediately held her hand, and the little girl wanted to take her hand back in fear, but Joan was not angry, but said softly, "I'll teach you." Then he took her hand and gently plucked a few strings on the harp.

Joan played the first sentence of the two tigers, but the children didn't seem to have learned this nursery rhyme, so they didn't recognize it at all, so Joan asked them: "Then what songs have you learned?"

The children said in unison: "Farewell!"

After being stunned for a moment, Qiao An still smiled and said, "Okay, I'll teach you how to play."

Holding the little girl's hand, Joan played the first line of "Farewell". When the children heard the familiar tune, they jumped up even more excitedly: "I want it, I want it too!"

"Don't squeeze, come one by one." Joan gently arranged them to line up, knelt on the stage and grabbed their hands one by one on the harp.

I don't know how many children gathered around, but Joan took them to play the farewell twice, until the piano was finally moved on the stage, he said: "Okay, we are going to start the performance, if you like, Just sit down and watch obediently, and I will teach you later, okay?"

The children answered in unison: "Okay——"

The little figures dispersed in a rush, and went back to their seats to sit down. Some people next to them were talking loudly, and they would take the initiative to stop them: "Don't make noise! ​​Listen to the beautiful brother playing the piano!"

Just like a noisy classroom in a self-study class, when one area becomes inexplicably quiet, other areas will follow suit. The program team breathed a sigh of relief, hurried back to their respective posts, and restarted the program.

Starting with Joan's harp, the beautiful and gentle sound of the harp hovered in the small venue. He used a small and simple harp without pedals. The range of scales was limited a lot, but they didn't need to play too deep. This The lite version is sufficient.

According to the rehearsal in advance, other people gradually joined in the performance. Although the sound quality and style of the instruments did not match, it did not seem to be inconsistent with each other. For these people in remote areas who have hardly heard of performance, it is enough attractive.

They only rehearsed two songs, and then several people who were more familiar with their own instruments performed solos respectively. At this time, the variety show cells of several people became active again, and this performance that felt a little distant suddenly became grounded. up.

After the performance, the adults and some children left one after another, and a dozen children continued to surround Joan and let him hold their hands to play the harp. The program group that was originally scheduled to go back to pack their things after the performance had to stay longer After half an hour, the teachers finally persuaded the children to leave.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old child made a garland out of small wild flowers and gave it to Joan. Joan took it and put it on her head with a smile and said, "It's so beautiful, thank you."

When the children left, he took the garland and played "Farewell" for them again. The light from the open door cast him on him, making him look like a handsome god in Greek mythology.

After returning to the house where he lived for five days, Qiao An went back to the room to pack his luggage, and Chen Zi helped him move it to the car, while he walked around the house and took a lot of souvenir photos: the room where he and Zhang Xu shared the same bed , the living room where they eat together, the sink where they wash dishes and sing with Han Yaxin, the unfinished potatoes and bamboo shoots they dug in the kitchen, the drying rack full of yellow and half-dried persimmons...

There are infinite memories in every place. For the first time, he felt that a variety show was very interesting and relaxed. It was the first time when he felt reluctant to give up a variety show instead of being relieved. Han Yaxin also said sadly beside Persimmon : "I haven't eaten the persimmons I dried myself, Mr. Luo, you must remember to send them to me when they are dried!"

Luo Wanze nodded helplessly and said yes.

Qiao An watched and smiled from the side, and Zhang Xu smiled and watched from a distance.

The microphones have been removed, and the camera did not follow up, but only recorded the last moment from a distance.Chen Zi walked up to Zhang Xu and asked hesitantly, "Brother Xu, you and Xiaoan..."

Zhang Xu replied casually: "What?"

He didn't admit it, and Chen Zi became even more worried: "Then you treat Brother Xiaozheng..."

"If you are in a hurry, go first, don't delay the schedule." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xu interrupted him. He kept a smile on his face while saying concerned words, but avoided the camera and scanned him coldly. He glanced at him, warning him to mind his own business.

Chen Zi swallowed the rest of the words, reluctantly smiled and followed him and said, "Okay, then I'll go first." Then he greeted several people in the distance: "Teacher Luo! Sister Xin! Xiaoan! I'll go first! "

Several people waved goodbye to him, Zhang Xu watched him get into the car, and then walked to Qiao An.

He asked Joan, "How is it? This time, it's not that scary."

Qiao An smiled gratefully and said: "Well, everyone is very kind to me, and I don't have to think of ways to show my variety show ability. I am very happy, and I am reluctant to leave."

Han Yaxin hugged him from the side and said, "Brother, when you have a concert, please remember to ask sister to be a guest."

Joan replied modestly: "Okay, if there is any."

Han Yaxin turned her head and shouted at Luo Wanze: "Teacher Luo! Xiaoan has cut a few carts of persimmons, remember to send him a shout!"

"You're playing the autumn wind!" Luo Wanze shouted back.

After chatting and laughing, he sent Han Yaxin to the car, and Zhang Xu helped Qiao An into the car prepared for him by the program team - Qiao An and Sun Chuanzhou were at the same station, Zhang Xu and Luo Wanze were at the same station, and the other three had special cars to pick them up.

Zhang Xu looked at Qiao An's feet and asked, "How are your feet?"

Joan said: "I can walk already, as long as I don't step or kick hard, it won't hurt."

"That's good, go back and get ready." Zhang Xu said.

what to prepare?Hearing this nonsensical sentence, Joan was confused, and stared at him suspiciously with his big eyes.

Zhang Xu raised the corner of his mouth meaningfully, leaned into his ear and whispered each word in a low voice: "I, want, fuck, fan..."

Joan: "..."

When Sun Chuanzhou got into the car, he found Qiao An covering his face with his coat, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, Xiao An? Is there any discomfort?"

Joan's voice came out muffled from under the jacket: "No, I, I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep."

"Ah, then you can sleep for a while, I will call you when you arrive." Sun Chuanzhou said thoughtfully.

He didn't see the reflection on the car window, the ears exposed under the jacket were so red that they could bleed.

The author has something to say: ah...the chapter of Haoshui...I was expecting the result of the last paragraph...I didn't write the feeling at all. TAT