Vol 3 Chapter 488: Kill that Shijiazhuang man

The song is over, the tide is coming again.
The audience applauded for them. In this era of rap and electronic music, it is really amazing to see such a group of rock boys.
"Su Huai Fei Xing! Su Huai Fei Xing!"
In the darkness, the neon lights of the distant city illuminate the black horizon, and the bright long-column tall buildings rise up like the crystals of colorful gems on the earth, like short cones piercing the sky, and a huge square is in front of them. , Countless people were waving turquoise glow sticks, like the fireflies in the sky on a summer night pond. Lu Zhengkang looked down on the stage, and the strong light of the projection screen and the spotlight illuminates the faces of people nearby. Raising hands, everyone is laughing.
Is this happiness?
He likes this feeling a little, but also a little frightened.
The rest of the band feel the same way, right?
I like this moment of scenery, but I am also afraid of facing the frenzy of the crowd.
Lu Zhengkang touched his throat, and the sound broke just now. Although this is a feature of "Chasing Dreams", the consequence is that his throat is very sore.
He looked back at his teammates, they were gesturing thumbs up, and everyone was in good shape.
Although Lou Xun Piao always said that he couldn't do it, he didn't lose the chain at the critical moment. He was really a good brother.
With so many accidents in life, it seems that it is the last moment, but they can always come to an end, and this time is no exception. Lu Xuefeng walked out of the backstage and hugged his great-grandson.
"Good boy."
The people in the audience shouted in surprise, "Who is the old man?" "The host?" "Sing, don't froze!"
Lu Zhengkang hugged his grandfather tightly, "Grandpa, this song is for you. I will give you the guitar."
"No way. I can't sing." Lu Xuefeng said so, but stared at the crowd in the square, thinking in his heart: That's great.
Lu Zhengkang took off the guitar and hung it on his grandfather's neck, "Grandfather, you can kill Shijiazhuang people and West Lake."
"Then West Lake, do you sing?"
"My voice is dumb."
"That's OK, I'll sing." Lu Xuefeng's eyes flickered, "Kill that, from Shijiazhuang."
Lu Zhengkang touched the piano, pressed the teleprompter in his ear, and asked for a new microphone.
The boy explained to the puzzled people, "Hello everyone, now the lead singer is my grandfather, who was also a rock musician back then, because my voice hurts and I can’t continue singing, so let my grandfather come here. As the lead singer."
The crowd was quiet again.
The other bands in the backstage shook their heads, and some had sharp eyes, "That seems to be the long live man, the old man, the pattern behind the clothes."
"Which long live?"
"Long live that, long live Roman piano day, that is the one in 1988. Halfway through the performance, the mechanical patrol came over, Titicaca, even the lead singer and bass, all were tortured and taken away, and they were all taken away."
"Why, is this a fugitive?"
"It doesn't count. I don't know the specifics. I can send a message to ask."
The instructor and the host were whispering behind the curtain, and a camera was aimed at them, so the host explained the current situation to the citizens watching the live broadcast.
"This is the second time that the Su Huai Fei Xing Band has invited foreign aid. The last time it was a cool girl," the host said, raising his mobile phone to project the scene of Bai Fengjiu wearing a mask and playing a drum set. , With long hair flying like wild willows in the wind, "This time, it is an old gentleman who is said to be the grandfather of the lead singer. I don't know what surprises he will bring us? Let's wait and see. "
After the commotion ceased, Lu Zhengkang finally played the low-return harmonica quietly. At first, he learned this skill with his savvy point to replace the saxophone. But unexpectedly, the harmonica skill brought him a very interesting specialty.
[Wind Traveler (Epic)]: In your harmonica, there are many stories. With the harmonica you play, boys will admire, girls will admire, and the prodigal son will return home.
Effect: Emotional appeal is greatly increased, personality charm is greatly increased when using harmonica, the probability of human empathy experience is increased, lung capacity is greatly increased, saliva cleanliness is slightly improved, beard growth speed is slightly increased, and the possibility of oily hair is increased.
If Lu Zhengkang learns a skill a day, then there will be more and more achievements related to his hair. It can be predicted that in the future, he will be a Viking savage with hair on his face.
The harmonica tune was transmitted through the microphone, which was a little fuzzy and distorted, but every listener was deeply confused because of this. They now felt that the boy on the stage was glowing, not the brilliant white light, nor the colorful brilliance. , Is the kind of old dumb orange peel like orange light.
The actual notes they see floating around the boy may be different for individuals. The more emotional the person, the more moved, but everyone is indulged in their own hallucinations, one caused by Lu Zhengkang The illusion, the stories in the old photos, the scenes of the last century are looming, the era of panic, the society where joy and sorrow are mixed.
This is just an illusion, but there is no sound at the scene. People forget to wave their hands, the light sticks in their hands are stagnant, and those who watch the live broadcast will feel throbbing currents from the spine~EbookFREE.me~ Trembling.
"What show is this?"
"A music festival, just over the mountain."
"The level is so high I want to go."
"..."
"It sounds good, who is playing the harmonica? Hey, it's a live broadcast, how can you put the sound out."
"Then I wear headphones."
"Don't, let's play it out, blame it for it."
Bai Chengyu sat in the staff lounge and drank tea expressionlessly, his colleagues chatted with their mobile phones, and the scene of the music festival was broadcast on a small projection screen on the wall.
When the harmonica tune sounded, Bai Chengyu felt a heartfelt nostalgia rise. It was music. She smiled slightly, put down her tea cup, and planned to watch the show to relax her tired body and mind.
In the live broadcast, the old man was holding a white electric guitar and plucked the strings awkwardly, but quickly became proficient, and the harmonica faded. Lu Xuefeng sang softly: "Get off work at 6 o'clock in the evening and change your clothes from the pharmaceutical factory. My wife is cooking porridge. I will drink a few bottles of beer and live like this for thirty years until the building collapses. The darkness in the depths of the clouds, the landscape that drowns my heart..."
The synthesizer played a sad cello, and at the end, the old man’s voice sounded again, thickly like a pile of iron, like hail with rain, one by one, everyone closed their eyes, and some of them were almost in tears. .
"At the octagonal counter, crazy people's mall
"Use a fake bill, buy a fake gun
"Defend her life until the building collapses
"Night covers the North China Plain, sadness soaks her face..."
Mu Huai pressed the button of the synthesizer, the trumpet sounded, and the high-flying tune was like an arrow rushing into the clouds. Once again, the cymbal slammed down.
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