Reincarnation Band Magician

"That's what I meant. It's worthy of being called 'I'." Liang used the homophone to make a joke again.

After the introductions, Qing pointed to the front and said, "Everyone, let's talk as we walk. My mom is here too... Did I tell you in the message? My mom and her friends are interested in the band, so they're here to learn about the instruments. Is Aunt Fengchuan looking at the drums?"

Su Shi nodded in confirmation.

The two girls also became interested in the fight. Hongxia still remembered that Qing had said before that the situation at home was a bit complicated... Has it returned to normal now?

Because it was a family matter, she didn't ask too many questions, and as expected, the fact that the mothers were interested in the band was more of a topic of discussion.

"Were you two aunts also in a band before?"

"No, it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. So you don't have to treat them as a band. Just treat them as ordinary people with interests."

"Oh, we'll keep an eye on that."

"Then today is going to be troublesome."

"No, no, we're just showing the way and giving some simple suggestions. The store clerks there will be much more professional than us."

As we were chatting, Ms. Nagasaki Yukari came back from the front. "You're so slow, Qing... Is this your friend? Oh, this is the first time I see Qing making friends. Mom is so happy. Hello!"

This overly lively performance made the two young people feel awkward.

Is the positioning a bit reversed?

A short break on the journey: 257, a long-lost thrill

"You are... Xingge's sister, right?"

"Ah, yes."

"It's been so long, I really miss it."

Hongxia started chatting with someone who seemed to be a foreman or store manager, and her mother started to wander around. There was a clerk over there, and Qing went to see Bess.

This musical instrument store is just as Xingge said, very professional and comprehensive, with a wide variety of musical instrument accessories. When Qing walked in, she felt as shocked as if she was shopping in a mall for the first time as a child.

He bought his first bass guitar at a music store in a shopping mall. In the era of big bands, buying a bass guitar in a supermarket was as common as buying a gun in a supermarket in America.

It was his first time to visit a professional musical instrument street and store.

The first impression is spaciousness, followed by a smell of wood, paint, and something like motor oil, as if taking the word "rock" literally, a feeling of a cool machine.

The basses and guitars are colorful, the paint surfaces reflect the bright lights, and they are placed in a staggered manner. Each one looks like a high-end equipment in the game.

Qing was amazed, closed his eyes, and didn't look at the other charming mistresses. He looked for his old friend and prepared to buy another one.

"Is this guest interested in the bass? Is he a beginner or..."

"I have practiced for a while."

"That's amazing. There's going to be one or more new bands in the world."

The clerk told a guitar joke to close the distance.

For some reason, I felt a little nervous when facing such polite adults.

Is it because of communicating with Yili that the social barriers in the past have recurred?

But I soon calmed down.

He handed over a sunset-colored bass guitar next to him. "Fender Japan JB62, the same model we'd use for after-school tea parties. How about that?"

"It looks great, but I'd like to buy an older one."

During the period when he didn’t like to communicate with people, Qing always liked to buy a lot of the same things that were easy to break.

If his mother didn't buy clothes for him personally, he would even want to buy several sets of the same clothes so that he could save time thinking about what to wear every day.

But musical instruments are different. Each one is a new experience, just like a weapon, which makes it hard for him to refuse.

Now that he has dual swords, he wants to practice with one-handed swords, spears, battle axes... But in combat, Qing will use the strongest and most efficient dual swords.

The other weapons all have their own strengths and are hard to give up.

Qing turned around and looked at Liang at this time, and the bassist with a collecting habit also looked up. The two looked at each other for a moment and nodded to each other.

I feel that our understanding has increased, and we can't help but appreciate each other.

"Oh, that's a nice violin too. The customer has great taste. If the original violin is just damaged, we can help confirm the extent of the damage. Most of the time, repairing it is cheaper than buying a new one."

“I don’t think it can be repaired.”

"What's going on?"

Qing took out Baichun from his pocket, opened it, took out a stick, broke it, demonstrated it, and put it in his mouth. "I was in a car accident before, and it looked like this."

The clerk took out a chocolate bar that was broken in the middle. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Is this how the fretboard breaks?"

"More than that, it's overall."

Qing chewed the snacks with a "crunch" sound.

"what……"

In fact, the clerk noticed the bandage below his neck and thought it was a band feature. At this time, he was in awe and said, "Private Marseille, that model is over here, please follow me."

Did he continue to pursue music right after being discharged from the hospital? Young people today really shouldn't be underestimated.

On the way there, you can also see various decorations, such as straps and picks printed with the names, songs, lyrics and other elements of famous bands. Many new band members who have just entered the industry will invest their passion in these things far beyond the music itself.

Until the interest fades, they are all thrown together and put aside.

But it's also good as a small gift.

Write it down clearly.

I quickly spotted the target. There were two of them. Even though they were the same model, there were subtle differences between the instruments. No two trees are alike in the world, and there would naturally be differences after the veneers were painted. In addition, there were subtle differences in the position of the bridge, the height of the bass strings, and so on.

After comparing them repeatedly, Qing asked, "Can I try playing it?"

"Are you alright with your injuries?"

"This... can be overcome with perseverance!"

"Please don't force it."

"Don't worry, you'll recover soon."

Given his physical condition, he would probably be fine in two or three days.

After picking up Bess, the heaviness felt reassuring, and the overall feeling was something he missed.

He subconsciously held the fingerboard as if holding a sword, and then relaxed.

Gently flick with your fingertips.

"collapse--"

In an instant, the feeling of the strings, the body of the guitar and the fingertips made Qing feel as if he was vibrating along with the guitar.

The sound of the performance, which had been almost forgotten, was revived at this moment.

The muscle memory of six hours a day for three years has not been forgotten in the past six years.

After a few small mistakes, he immediately got into the state.

Even without any equipment connected, the steady sound of the bass is catchy enough.

It blends in with the band most of the time, but its presence is very clear when playing alone.

Miss Su Shi chatted with the friend she just met for a while, and then followed the sound to find the person.

She is at least past the age where she can't even tell what is being played. As a fellow bassist, she can better sense the level of skill behind that seemingly effortless performance.

[Brother's technique is amazing. How long have you been practicing?]

And that bass...

Yamada Ryoya was also watching this side, enjoying it quietly for a while.

"Liar."

At this level, what advice do I need from her?

"Huh... I was distracted. I want this one. Please help me install it. Please also provide the matching equipment."

"Ok!"

After enjoying the free performance, the shop assistants became enthusiastic and started running around with big strides.

Qing also picked up a violin bag to put the Miaomiao props he would use later.

Musical instrument bags are like baseball bats; they are often not used for their intended purpose.

The bass was taken away, and Qing felt a little reluctant, and his fingers seemed to be trembling.

"It seems like you haven't played for a long time, but you have indeed practiced for a long time. How does it feel?" Yamada Ryo walked over.

Qing raised his hand. After returning from the other world, it became more flexible and the control of his muscles also improved, so that even after not playing for a few years, it could still perform at about 60% of its level.

"Huh, it feels like 'it's still bass after all'."

I was planning to check out the electronic organ, but now I'm not in the mood.

Liang grasped his hand familiarly and rubbed his fingertips, "This hand..."

There were signs of practice, but not just on the bass, they were more obvious on the palms, reminding Ryo of a relative who practiced kendo long ago.

This was much more obvious than that man's. At this distance, one could clearly feel a sense of strength that was different from his apparent thinness.

"That's great."

"Ah, thanks."

Qing felt a little embarrassed and pulled his hand away twice, but the other party seemed to feel nothing at all, and his fingertips were still touching his palm.

Is this the band member?

"Okay, cousin, let's go see aunt."

The girl came over with a smile on her face and took her brother's hand from Ryo.

Then touch it yourself.

One, two, the last one, two, the last one...

……

PS: My thoughts are not coherent, so I’ll give up. I’m very sorry!

Rest on the road: 258, holding hands

Sister Sang didn't get far before she was intercepted by a girl with an angelic aura.

"I just heard you playing the bass guitar. You played it beautifully! It was heavenly music!"

Ijichi Hongxia held Qing's hand and shook it up and down, her eyes shining.

Qing followed suit and laughed, "That's too much, Hongxia, but thank you."

"At this point I was wondering why they were all 'Ryo', some of them were so weird."

Look at another person openly.

The blue-haired bassist beside him was not only not frustrated, but also said happily, "Hey," and said, "Thanks for the compliment."

"So this isn't just a compliment..." Hong Xia ruffled her hair and smiled, "Congratulations to Qing on finding the right bass. I hope he doesn't have to buy a new one every few days like this guy."

Liang patted the instrument bag on his back, "Those are for collection. I usually use this."

"I understand," Qing agreed, based on his mood regarding weapon use. "When playing, anything is fine, but when on the battlefield, you have to use the weapon that suits you best."

"Well, this child is my 'treasure sword'."

The Qingliang group high-fived.

The blue-haired bassist was curious, "Where's the old bass from Qing Dynasty?"

The brown-haired bassist took out a Baichun, handed one to her, and demonstrated it again.

"That's about it. I used to play this kid too. I haven't played it in a while. I miss it."

"Qing is very nostalgic, so he usually buys a new one, right?"