The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Listening to the enthusiastic cheers of the people around her, Jessica realized that she still underestimated the charm of Spider-Woman's appearance. All this time, I have been looking at Miss Watson's face in the mirror, and my own beauty standards have been passively raised so high that I don't even take Ms. Drew seriously. The plan of sitting down and taking a look at it first will definitely not be carried out. Jessica shook her head and took out her guitar: "My guitar does not have a pickup installed. You should have a special external pickup microphone, right?"

"How is it possible? Don't worry." Dill looked at Jessica's piano carefully: "Gibson J-200? This mustache bridge is really easy to recognize, a good choice... Oh, this is What year was it made? It looks more gorgeous than any other J-200 I’ve seen.”

"Kalamazoo Memorial Edition."

Jessica dialed a few numbers at random: "In 1984, Gibson decided to close its factory in Kalamazoo, Michigan, and moved collectively to Nashville, Tennessee, so in that year, the people in the old factory finally produced a J-200, this is the Kalamazoo commemorative model."

"Well, it seems you are not short of money."

The two of them have arrived at the stone fence. Dill skillfully pulled out two audio cables and took out a pair of musical instrument pickup microphones from the box: "What are you going to perform? If you don't sing, I don't have to give you any more You added other microphones.”

"No, I'm really going to sing a song, please." Jessica hadn't touched the guitar for a while, so she didn't want to play too big. Compared with solo, the fingering for guitar accompaniment is usually much simpler. After all, the main performance section must of course be given to the human voice. Dill quickly finished adjusting the microphone, gave a thumbs up, and quickly returned to the audience seat.

Haven't done this for a long time.

The last time I performed in front of a group of people was in a tavern in the small town of Concord, Maine, but stage fright no longer existed before my time travel and rebirth. Jessica took a deep breath and slowly approached the microphone: "Hi, Dill said he wanted to introduce himself, so I'm going to sing you a very old song called "Stand by Me." "."

With a gentle touch of your fingertips, the simple G chord begins. The original song leans towards rhythm, blues and soul music. Just like Benjamin Earl King, one of the singers and creators, it is full of the iconic brisk rhythm of black people. But in Jessica's hands, the song "Stand by me" became gentle and slightly solemn.

She opened her lips and sang the first line: "Oh my, Oh my darling, Stand by me..."

The skin on the back of Dill's head felt numb.

Jessica's singing voice is full of magnetism, gentle and a little hoarse and ethereal, which can be combined to create such a wonderful effect. Dill couldn't help shrinking his neck, and reached out to pick out his ears. If he hadn't just adjusted the microphone himself, he even suspected that the other party had stolen the effect device. Why did this person have such a long voice? Does singing actually come with a mix?

But wait, this is how the song begins?

Looking at the companions next to him, everyone's faces were a little strange. Dill was worried that Jessica had sung the wrong song, but her phrase "Stand by me" was indeed the words in the song.

"No matter how much money you got...or the friends you got, You're gonna need somebody to stand by you Around you)." Jessica finished singing a section, and then connected to the first line of the original lyrics:

“When the night has e,

(when night falls)

And the land is dark...

(The earth fell into darkness)"

The singing attracted many passers-by to stop. She lowered her eyes and stared at the stone tile floor.

Everyone looked at that face.

Jessica didn't show any smile, not even a trace of happiness. This song that was supposed to be full of positivity and warmth sang sadness, loneliness and expectation in her mouth, as if she was softly calling someone. Personal, touching every hearing ear. Dilmo rubbed his fingers, and when Jessica sang the next line, the feeling became even stronger:

“I won’t be afraid,

(I won't be afraid anymore)

Just as long as you stand, Stand by me...

(As long as I have you by my side, standing by my side)"

The first chorus came out, and someone started singing along in a low voice. Dill turned his head and saw Lawrence and Olena, who had performed in the previous show, hugging each other tightly. The couple had closed their eyes and were immersed in Jessica's melancholy singing.

It happened that a breeze blew by the river, disturbing the hair and rubbing against the beautiful face behind the microphone. When the second chorus came, Jessica finally raised her eyes and gently swept her plucking fingertips, bringing the passage to a climax: "So darlin', darlin' stand by me (So darlin', darlin' stand by me) Stand by my side)!”

The face finally broke into a smile.

Although Jessica still had her eyes slightly closed, Dill felt relieved. Just such a natural change in expression made the whole song feel and atmosphere completely different. To describe it in the most direct language, it was as if Jessica had finally found that person and could sing to him or her face to face. The joy, touch and happiness flowed with the singing and filled her heart.

The next moment, she closed her eyes completely, as if she was leaning against a warm embrace, and even her voice and movements were a little unrestrained and casual. The lyrics were not complicated, and more and more people sang along. Lawrence and Olena gradually turned up the volume with smiles on their faces. Everyone soon started laughing, and the stone road along the Thames River quickly began to be filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and even little heads popped up on the nearby cruise ships.

"Oh~~Stand——Stand~by me..."

Jessica ended the chorus with a long note that spanned four eight beats, and then slowly added two closing sentences. At the same time, she added flowers for embellishment, and gently plucked the last string. Unconsciously, dozens of passers-by gathered on both sides, and warm applause rang in my ears.

This song can really be listened to by everyone.

Nodding to Dill who ran up to pick up the microphone, Jessica bowed briefly and walked to the lawn with her guitar. Everyone along the way gave them attention gifts. Regarding this sudden appearance of this woman, everyone had been paying more attention to this beautiful face and sexy figure before. After a song, the composition of these glances obviously changed. At least in the eyes Jessica saw, no one regarded her as a vase of fodder.

Facts have proved that young people in England are not all rebellious. They are basically willing to hum along to old songs like this that focus on positive energy and inspiration and have no threshold for appreciation. Not to mention the elderly among the onlookers, Jessica even saw a few old people wiping tears, their faces full of emotion as they recalled the past.

It's coming...

"Hi! Jessica! You sing so beautifully!"

"Which school did you attend?"

"Can I see your piano..."

Well, it’s really here.

Before her butt could sit firmly, the people around her collectively asked questions. Looking at the enthusiastic and curious faces, Jessica knew that she had to give full play to the Dongguo people's perfunctory art. Fortunately, the next program was coming soon, and it was no longer easy for these people to be around. Jessica was still recalling the various self-introductions she had just heard, when she saw Dill coming over: "Hi, Jessica, Are you free recently? We can hold a welcome ceremony for you."

"Ah? Me? Welcome ceremony?" Jessica widened her eyes slightly and pretended to be stunned: "No need? I just..."

"Hey, this is tradition, really!" Dill sat down and waved his hand: "I just heard you sing a few lines and I knew you were very experienced. To be honest, we haven't met someone like you for a long time. . And our... personnel change relatively quickly. Some people may leave in a few months, and may never see each other again in this life, you understand? So we often hold such gatherings, nothing more It’s just a theme to welcome new members, don’t feel any burden, just think of it as making a few more friends.”

"OK then."

Jessica touched the guitar fretboard: "I guess there will be a second round of performances then?"

"Haha, if you are willing, of course."

Having just dealt with a bunch of problems, Jessica really didn't want to say anything now. She politely told the red hat guy to make a decision later, and then focused her energy on the show. There was a one-guitar duo singing "More Than Words" by the band Extreme. The lead singer's voice was a little rough, but it sounded interesting.

Perhaps because of Jessica's performance just now, more spectators gathered around, almost blocking the stone road. This forced people who originally just wanted to pass by to take a detour on the lawn. Fortunately, everyone didn't mind and it was time to chat. However, as she looked at it, Jessica blinked and suddenly found two familiar faces: Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine.

Strange, shouldn't these two be fighting biological weapons all over the world? How come you are in London?

Looking at this casual outfit, could it be that you are on a date?

Attention, Resident Evil fans! I have something to announce! Chris, the steely straight man, finally got the idea! He finally understood how to ask Sister Jill out for shopping! What Umbrella, what terrorist biological weapons, none of that matters! Is it important to have a male and female protagonist fall in love?

And it’s the Yuanyang Pu that I ordered!

If he hadn't forcibly initiated a relationship between a man and a woman in the castle at that time, the two of them might still be clinging to the ambiguous window, unable to go any further! When she thought of this, Jessica almost couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and smile. She couldn't sit still anymore, packed up her instruments, and left Dill with the words "I have something to do, say goodbye, and I'll contact you later" and left the stage quickly.

After just such a delay, the two people in front had already walked dozens of meters. Jessica carried the guitar case on her back and estimated the distance as she walked, then slowed down and stayed far behind. Chris and Jill were walking side by side in the sight, and they seemed quite cozy, but soon, Jessica noticed something was wrong.

Why are you so far away?

Chris, what are you doing with your pocket? Come closer! Hold her hand!

Don't you understand Stand by me? !

If you don’t understand, I’ll sing it again!