attacking the soul

"How long until it starts?" Song Qi asked Zou Mingmin.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the front and ask for you." Zou Mingmin quickly walked around the crowd and walked towards the stage.

Song Qi unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves to feel cooler. After the hotness in his whole body dissipated, his heart calmed down a lot.

"Are you nervous?" Xue Lang leaned on the back of the chair and said while sitting casually.

Song Qi smiled restrainedly, "A little bit."

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and Song Qi greeted Xue Lang, "I'm going out to answer a call."

Song Qi has the habit of sorting special incoming calls into categories. The unique vibration method made Song Qi take out his phone and connect without even looking at the screen. "Bai Che, why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"I heard that you have a performance tonight, so I'll cheer you on in advance. The performance went well." Bai Che's voice echoed a little, probably in the corridor.

"Thank you." Song Qi received Bai Che's blessing, and he relaxed a lot with his friend's greeting.

Bai Che hasn't been idle recently, he was selected for the national English speech contest, and reads the bird language every day until the night falls.

The freshman party was not a big deal, and Song Qi didn't even call to tell Bai Che, but the other party didn't know where he got the news, but he stepped on a little bit and sent his blessings before the performance like before.

The two encouraged each other, and just as Song Qi hung up the phone, Fu Yi'an called in.

"Xiao Qi, the phone line was busy just now, but I didn't get through after several calls." Fu Yi'an said in a gentle tone.

"Well, just now Bai Che called to wish me a good performance, did you tell An Zhi?" Song Qi said slowly while leaning against the outdoor wall.

"Told him two days ago, your place is quite quiet, hasn't the performance started yet?" Fu Yi'an carefully listened to Song Qi's voice while reviewing the documents.

"It hasn't started yet, but the time should be fast. I'm answering the phone outside, and the surrounding is very quiet." Song Qi's nervousness has calmed down after answering the call from Bai Che and Fu Yi'an, "Are you still in the company?"

"Well, I'm processing the documents, and I won't be back until about ten o'clock." Fu Yi'an replied, and processed another document under his hand.

"I'm going back to the apartment tonight. I'll bring it home for you if you want to have supper." Song Qi learned that the party will end at 09:30, and it will be almost ten o'clock when the whole show is over, so he went directly to the school gate to buy supper after the end It is comfortable to go back to the apartment to eat, drink and take a bath.

"Forget about the roadside stalls outside the school. I'll bring you back what you want to eat." Fu Yi'an was still a little respectful of the roadside stalls. I have lingering fears.

"I just want to eat Malatang..." Song Qi's tone was a bit sad, there is no big restaurant that sells Malatang.

The roadside stalls are not up to the hygienic quality standards, but some of them taste really wrong, and they are already ready to eat, so why not care so much.

"I see, you can just go home when the time comes. I wish you a successful performance, do I need to give you a loving encouragement?" Fu Yi'an said jokingly.

"Go away, you're so numb! Sit for an hour and remember to get up and move around, and be careful of hemorrhoids when you're old." Song Qi said decisively and hung up the phone, feeling extremely comfortable.

Fu Yi'an pressed the end button with a wry smile, why is Song Xiaoqi so uncooperative, shouldn't the normal direction be to send each other a loving encouragement, even being disgusted by me, it is simply unlovable in life.

"Song Qi, it's already started. We'll be backstage in five more shows." Xue Lang opened the door and stuck his head out to see Song Qi and shouted.

Song Qi patted his clothes in response, and walked in.

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The moment the curtain opened, a special performance of piano and jazz drums was staged at this moment.

The white light agreed with the lighting engineer was slowly projected on Song Qi and Xue Lang, and the drums made a light and crisp sound, followed by the sound of the piano.

After the two discussed it, they still only put on simple jeans and a shirt.

What he plays is not traditional classical piano music, but he plays fanatically in a casual style, with the passion of youth.

Sure enough, as Zou Mingmin said, the live effect is even more fascinating. The collision of syllables transmitted through the subwoofer is more full and substantial, reaching people's hearts.

The noise off the stage gradually became smaller, until Xue Lang could clearly distinguish the cymbal and hi-hat that he cooperated with in the first track.

The feeling of playing on the stage is still different, at least Song Qi's movements are a bit wild when he plays, and his swaying movements drive his fingertips.

Because of the distance, people in the audience couldn't clearly see the speed of Song Qi's finger changes, but the overlapping of notes and the attack like a storm were clear to the ears.

The glissando at the end of this time is no longer a piano recital. The drumsticks in Xue Lang's hands have already been prepared, and they are falling on the snare drum in fine detail, getting heavier and heavier, and finally gain the upper hand and regain the battlefield that belongs to him .

The driving feeling of jazz drum performance is more effective than that of piano. This instrument is born with the word "crazy".

When Xue Lang attracted everyone's attention, Song Qi quickly left the place where he was playing the piano.

The curtain was not fully opened just now, only halfway to reveal a piano and jazz drums, but behind the curtain another grand piano was silently on standby.

The scene was completely on the verge of losing control. If Song Qi's performance at the beginning was to make the audience in the audience get better and start a good start for the next performance, then Xue Lang's jazz drums were captivating, and the purpose was to In order to capture the attention of all listeners in a clean and neat way.

There were already many boys whistling and clapping their palms vigorously, trying to keep pace with Xue Lang's rhythm.

This is not a strict concert, the purpose is to bring everyone up together, this is a special performance for youth.

With the end of Xue Lang's explosive rush to the peak, the hip-hop jacket that Xue Lang was wearing was also thrown off.

The students below the stage screamed to express their excitement, and there were constant applause.

Also wearing jeans and a shirt, Young Master Xue was in the limelight today. Sitting on the piano bench where Song Qi played just now, everyone realized that Song Qi who had just played the piano was gone.