Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

in the afternoon.

Jiang Qiao appeared in the park square at the same time, with an acoustic guitar on his body, and Tang Mufan also stood behind him with a guitar on his back.

Afterwards, Tang Mufan searched for Jiang Qiao's name. Although he couldn't listen to any of his songs, he did not deny that he was indeed very famous.

If he hadn't seen the real Jiang Qiao, Tang Mufan would definitely think that he was promoted by fans, and he was no different from those Internet celebrities, because most of Jiang Qiao's representative works were OSTs, which were opportunistic.

But at this moment, Jiang Qiao conquered him with just one line of lyrics.

"Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away."

Unlike usual, when they hold the guitar for a long time, passers-by are eager to try and sway to the rhythm of the music. Jiang Qiao only used this line of lyrics to attract everyone who can hear his voice.

The sense of story, penetrating power, and full emotions are the perfection that can only be achieved by the perfect fusion of skills and emotions. Like wind and water, it slides quietly through the hearts of the listeners.

Tang Mufan looked at the man in front of him, and for a second seemed to see the wings spread out behind him.

Is this the sound that humans can make?

He actually played a wrong part.

"Why wandering?"

Jiang Qiao's second line of lyrics pulled his soul back. He seemed to have discovered his mistake and gave him a look back.

Tang Mufan lowered his head on the 'stage' for the first time, staring intently at his piano and his score.

The audience gathered more and more, many of them were tourists from China, and Jiang Qiao was quickly recognized.

"Yes...is it Teacher Jiang!"

"Is it recording some program!!!"

The fans excitedly searched for the camera, but if they couldn't find it, they took out their mobile phones and took pictures by themselves.

Jiang Qiao sang another part of the English version.

There are more and more onlookers, and finally it evolved into a chorus of hundreds of people following the music.

At the beginning, most of the people who came around were fans who could hear Jiang Qiao's singing, and then tourists.

"Woooooo, I'm a little homesick."

Amid the cheers and chorus, Tang Mufan heard this sentence.

He bowed his head and strummed, but his eyes still fell on Jiang Qiao involuntarily.

Jiang Qiao made him understand a truth with his singing.

He started with music, what he learned and what he wants to do is to express himself, tell his own story with a song, and then let millions of people hear and see, but the fact is that those classics that have been handed down The reason why it has been circulated forever is not because it only expresses the author's emotions, but more because the listeners hear their own voices from it.

Expressing yourself for tens of thousands of people to see is far less difficult than writing a song so that thousands of people can see yourself in a few lines of lyrics at the same time.

Jiang Qiao's second song is his original song. It was written very early, and the lyrics are still very young, but it just fits its theme, 17-year-old young first love.

"The shadows of the mottled trees are the traces of the school uniform skirt passing away with the wind."

"Mint lemonade, I can't wait for you when I walk around the corner."

It happened to be the kind of sour love song that Tang Mufan was most annoying, and his temples twitched when he heard it. Fortunately, Jiang Qiao himself played the lead guitar today, otherwise he would have pulled his hips.

"You once reached out and handed me the future. I was too young to hold a heavy promise."

"..." The drum.

Tang Mufan glanced at his score, glanced at Xiaojiu indifferently, and asked him silently: What are you doing!

Xiaojiu yelled 'ah', and then cried.

"Depend on."

Tang Mufan has extremely strict requirements on the performance. Except for private rehearsals, he does not allow his team members to make mistakes during the performance, even if there is only one audience.

"Get off."

Tang Mufan took away the guitar, lifted him up, and sat behind the drum kit.

Xiaojiu's emotions surged up, and he couldn't control himself at all.

"She loves lemon mint the most. I gave her a pot of mint for her birthday last time."

Milk was so angry that her fingers slipped on the keyboard: "What did you say? Didn't you give her money last time to buy her a laptop? Then you gave her a pot of grass?"

Xiaojiu said aggrievedly: "What is a pot of grass? I weighed it with my own hands. Every grain of soil is my love for her!"

Tang Mufan scolded: "Fuck you, get lost."

So Xiaojiu stood beside him, not daring to make a sound, biting his chin in aggrieved manner, with an expression of wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

Jiang Qiao completed the performance of a song under such difficult conditions. He originally thought the scene would be embarrassing, but because it was not a serious singing, fans were surprised to see such a scene by chance.

"Kind of cute."

Jiang Qiao's last song is "Childhood".

He held the guitar and turned around to introduce his 'band members' to the audience.

"Keyboard Milk, Baboon Bass, is crying... oh, the one who has finished crying is our drummer Xiaojiu, and the one who is playing the drums is the lead singer who I successfully usurped the throne and squeezed out - Datang."

After he introduced Tang Mufan, he didn't turn around, and kept staring at Tang Mufan who was sitting behind the drum set.

Before this, he had only heard of Tang Mufan playing drums, but now he saw that drums were the most suitable instrument for him. Only drums could fully reflect his wildness and arrogance.

His eyes are drooping, his flying eyebrows are sharp and cold, the timing and position of the contact between the drum stick and the drum surface are perfectly controlled, so that the music he strikes sounds bright and powerful, and the movements of his wrist are smooth and unrestrained. , more like a swordsman.

Jiang Qiao felt that his childhood was not enough for him to play.

"Encore!"

Jiang Qiao stood in front of the microphone, and he smacked his lips with a embarrassed expression: "What to do, the show I rehearsed with my band has finished, they are tired, and I am tired too."

"Don't listen, don't listen! Encore!"

Jiang Qiao's eyebrows slowly relaxed.

"Then the last song, "No Hesitation"."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Tang Mufan, meaning: okay.

Tang Mufan stared at him with downcast eyes and broken eyebrows with his own personal characteristics, quickly entered the state, and knocked out a rhythm of scratching ears.

They have all heard this song, and sang it in private. They know the beat and lyrics by heart, and the change of the lead singer and lead guitar will not affect anything. When Tang Mufan heard Jiang Qiao's singing, he always thought so of.

Jiang Qiao is bad.

He's no longer standing obediently like before, strumming around with his guitar in his arms, actively inviting others to sing along with him.

Both the milk and the baboons made noises, and finally he walked to Tang Mufan's side.

Tang Mufan didn't answer.

But fortunately, there was music and a chorus of onlookers, and the scene was still very lively.

Tang Mufan likes this song very much. The original song is an eternal classic in his heart, but it feels completely different when it comes out of Jiang Qiao's mouth.

Jiang Qiao's voice is clear and bright, which is very suitable for love songs or folk songs, but when he sings Cantonese songs, it has a completely different feeling, with a touch of mellow wine, lazy and sexy, like a cat's pad with half of its claws exposed Stepped on from the tip of my heart.

The voice is provocative, the lyrics are provocative.

"Ask how high is the sky? My heart is higher than the sky."

Tang Mufan couldn't even remember how he finally finished the performance of the last song. He only felt that Jiang Qiao's white shirt was very eye-catching, and that man with a mint smell mixed with some kind of woody fragrance on his body The smell of perfume is driving people crazy.

The last line of lyrics is over, and the last drumbeat falls.

Jiang Qiao pulled Tang Mufan to stand up, put his other hand around the sticking wine, and bowed with the others.

"Thank you for coming."

"Thanks to my friends, this is a 'show' that I am very satisfied with."

Jiang Qiao smiled and looked at Tang Mufan who was beside him. He had some words he wanted to say, but he saw a man in a suit applauding in the crowd.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he walked over.

"Who is it?"

No one knew him, only Jiang Qiao walked over to hug the man.

Tang Mufan, just like everyone else, watched Jiang Qiao's figure gradually withdraw from him, and then returned to the world that belonged to him.