Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back - Chapter 526

  Chapter 526 retired

  Wen Nier and Hong Shan came together.

   They sat on the grass and watched the band tune on the stage together.

  Jiang Yang looked behind him again, “Where’s Yin Xiang?”

  Stone recruited Yin Xiang to be the guitarist some time ago, and Jiang Yang thought he would come with Yin Xiang.

  Stone: “No way, I was drunk all day long. Last time—”

   When Jiang Yang met Yin Xiang on the bus, he even lost his guitar.

   “I can’t get out yet.”

  The manager Zhuang Qi was helpless, because every time he wanted to use some psychological tricks, Yin Xiang was either on the way to get drunk, or already drunk. Psychology can’t sober up.

  Wen Nier: “Wait for the time.”

   Just then, Lao Zhang came over.

  Both Hong Shan and Wen Nier knew him, but it took a long time to recognize him, “Old Zhang, you have long hair!”

  At the beginning, what Lao Zhang was most proud of was his long hair, which he thought was particularly rock-and-roll style.

   “It’s troublesome, so I cut it.”

  Lao Zhang sat down.

   “Jiangyang.”

  Shitou introduced Lao Zhang, who nodded.

  Then, Shitou and the others chatted with Lao Zhang, and they talked about the previous band and the current band.

  Jiang Yang was not very interested, so he took out his mobile phone and played the game.

   As for the supermarket owner.

  He listens with gusto to these things in the rock world.

  He was still faintly proud, proud that he was a member of the band and a member of the circle. Because he has a sense of belonging to this circle, a feeling of being warmed, a memory of being treated kindly, and a vigor of life.

  More than that.

  After he became a member of the band, his identity also ushered in a change.

  His son has grown up, and he looks down on his father a little, thinking that his father is no longer the omnipotent person. Sometimes when he said something trendy, the son habitually corrected his father, or felt that his father was too old-fashioned to keep up with the trend.

but now-

Every time he returns from the performance, his son looks at him eagerly, waiting for him to talk more about the performance, his eyes can’t help but show “so powerful” and “so cool”, which greatly satisfies him. Dad’s pride.

very nice.

so-

   While listening with gusto, the supermarket owner poured the snacks and water from his backpack in front of Jiang Yang, calling everyone to eat and drink together, so that chatting and playing games would be pleasant.

   This is really pleasant, almost in time for camping.

   “Just no Coke.”

  Jiang Yang muttered, camping without coke is soulless.

  Lao Zhang: “I have a bottle of Coke in my bag—”

“Don’t!”

  Third brother, Shitou and the others spoke in unison!

  Wen Nier said that he has a bad appetite, “I can only eat soft rice.”

  Jiang Yang:…

   It’s not that he has a bad appetite, it’s that he has a good face.

   Just about to refute.

   “Hey, hello, Jiang Yang—”

   Right at this moment, the sound of Li Qingning testing the microphone came from a distance.

  Jiang Yang stood up and saw Li Qingning from a distance wearing a baseball cap, holding a microphone in his hand, and walking around on the main stage in small white shoes.

  Jiang Yang waved at her.

   “Try the microphone.”

  Li Qingning beckoned to Jiang Yang on stage, and then asked the tuning team if the vocals were suitable.

   For a moment, everyone looked at Jiang Yang.

  Wen Nier felt that this microphone was really satisfying.

  Jiang Yang sat down again and continued to eat, drink and play.

   Stone and the others did not speak for a while.

  Lao Zhang looked at Jiang Yang, smiled, and felt that it was a good feeling that someone cared about him.

  In the past, when his mother called, he always felt that he had nothing to say, except to eat and drink.

  Sometimes I am busy, but I am a little impatient.

Now-

  After hearing his mother nagging, he couldn’t help but twitch when he heard other people being missed and cared about.

   Be quiet for a moment.

  Shitou suddenly asked: “Lao Zhang has been to two music festivals, right?”

  Lao Zhang: “Yes.”

  Hong Shan sat on the grass, leaned back, supported his body with his hands, and watched a young band adjusting on the stage from a lower angle, “It’s the first time we have been on such a big stage.”

“yes.”

  Shitou and Meng Zhang Fei leaned back together, looking up at the stage.

  In the sun, the steel pipe structure and equipment of the stage shone with an icy light.

  Meng Zhang Fei still remembers that the first time he saw a music festival was on TV.

At that time, when he was still young, he found an original disc, which was the one with the box surface cut off but the disc was intact. He played it on the DVD player, and caught sight of a shirtless man. Holding this microphone like a scepter, he walked around the stage enchantingly, while the audience densely packed like ants sang along with him, cheering and roaring.

  At that time, he didn’t understand rock and band, and he sat blankly in front of the TV, completely dumbfounded.

  He thought, so there are great things in the world.

Since then, Meng Zhang Fei had the dream of forming a band, and often fantasized about how vast and lofty his life would be, what an excellent musician he would become, what dazzling stage he would stand on, and how many people would stand in the audience for him. he cheers—

  When he grew up, he realized how far away the stage in front of him was to him.

  He is an ordinary person, without talent, without conditions, and the only effort he can have is because he has no perseverance, and he walks sideways. When playing drums in the shopping mall, Meng Zhang Fei thought, why is life like this.

  Meng Zhang Fei looked at the stage in front of him, thinking the same now.

   Why did you suddenly appear in front of this stage—

  Thinking so, he looked at Jiang Yang.

Shitou, Sange and the others also looked over, saw Jiang Yang playing games there, and heard him keep chanting about Uncle Wang: “Old Wang, you are undercover, right? I’ll go! The misunderstanding is resolved, Grandpa Wang, you are too good!”

  Lao Zhang followed their gaze and looked at Jiang Yang, his heart throbbing again.

   I can see it.

  Jiang Yang is the backbone of the stone band.

  Jiang Yang was convinced, my son Wang Yingdi cheated the whole game, and finally the enemy let down his vigilance.

Who knew that Uncle Wang made five big moves with one big move, and directly saved the team. Now all the teammates are typing to praise Uncle Wang, and even: “My son Wang Yingdi, your acting skills are amazing, you should be allowed to act in “Tuner”, His performance is definitely better than that of the actor.”

  Although Uncle Wang is good, he is not humble at all, “That is, who made me his old man.”

  I warm the bed for the big devil: Is “The Tuner” a new TV series?

  Teammate: Wang Zheng shot a short film that is super cowhide, it’s really cool.

  ＊Bedding: Where did you read it?

  Teammates gave a name to the video website: You can see it when you go in, and it is now the first place in the ranking list of the whole site.

  ＊Bedding: OK, thank you for the recommendation.

  Jiang Yang replied, exited the game, continued to line up with Uncle Wang, and then smiled triumphantly.

  He raised his head with a smile and saw that everyone was looking at him.

  Jiang Yang was taken aback. Could it be that his little thoughts were discovered, “You guys, what are you looking at me for?”

   Everyone turn their heads away together: “It’s nothing.”

  The happy expression of the fox snatching three chickens makes people feel that all words of gratitude are superfluous, it is better to act.

  Jiang Yang scratched his head inexplicably, lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.

  Just entered the game, before he could choose a hero, he said, “My son is the actor king? The actor just made a short film, have you watched it?

  My Son King Best Actor: Look, the Best Actor played really well!

  I warm the bed for the big devil: I think the script is well written.

  My Son＊: No matter how good the script is, it would be useless without the actor’s epic acting dedication.

  ＊Bedding: Stop talking! The script of this short film is short and powerful, no matter the suspense presupposition or the horror psychology, it is a master-level technique—

  Teammates: Damn, before we even played, the teammates started fighting and quit!

   There is one more chapter.

  (end of this chapter)