casual and fun

In the fourth grade of elementary school, Xie Chen secretly turned on the TV to watch cartoons while his mother Cheng Hui was out on errands.As a result, the music channel located near the children's channel happened to be showing a selection of the music scene of the last century, and the second high-octane scene was the song "Waiting Forever".

As soon as the prelude sounded, the camera showed bass player Huang Jiaqiang, and he forgot everything.

Forgot that there was still homework to be due, that his mother had to be checked, that Bach Lemon Czerny was forgotten, that he was "supposed" to study classical music.

He sat in front of the grand piano and watched the two-hour program with his head stuck. His mind was full of the melody of this song, and he couldn't hold anything else.

In the evening, Cheng Hui mercilessly slapped him thirty times on the palm of his hand because he didn't play the assigned etude.But miraculously, he didn't shed tears as usual because of the grievance, and he even had to hold back a smile with a tense mouth so that he barely showed his flaws.

That day he was so happy that he couldn't sleep, and in the middle of the night, he slipped into the study again barefoot, searched for more rock bands to watch live, and took notes carefully on various guide posts on how to get started with bass and electric guitar.

But a few years ago, when his brother Xie Yan left home because he wanted to play e-sports and went north, Cheng Hui cut off his pocket money, lest he would think about things with money, and follow the example of his eldest son. follow suit.

So he didn't eat snacks or buy extra-curricular books, and saved enough money for meals for seven months before he finally bought his first bass in his life.

The total price is 299 yuan, and a piano bag is also included.

Every weekend, he goes to the home of a professor he knows for one-on-one tutoring lessons, which is his only chance to sneak into the piano store to practice bass.

Thanks to Cheng Hui's desire to train his youngest son to be a composer, forcing him to play the piano and learn music theory to train his ears, Xie Chen got started so quickly that even the owner of the piano shop was amazed.

However, there are still limitations in independent bass performance. The more he practiced, the more he longed for a like-minded drummer and guitarist, who could play a full-bodied piece like "Waiting Forever" with him.

In the summer after graduating from elementary school, the friend of the owner of the piano shop happened to be holding a live at a bar at his own expense. He shamelessly flirted with the owner for a long time before he nodded and agreed to take him, an underage child, with him.

The band is really different, the cooperation is really different, and the live is really different.

Even with the air-conditioning fully turned on, the drinkers and audience in the audience were still enthusiastic.Waving arms, dazzling lights, amber spirits, deafening melodies and drums, the lyrics resounded in the crowded bar——

"I was carrying my schoolbag / passed Linjiang Bridge after school / a beggar waved to me / asked me for a dance".

I stood on tiptoe and jumped arm in arm with him.

The mahjong tables in the whole city were scattered, the cigarettes of the old men were exhausted, the water in the Qingjiang River was dry, and the schoolbags and brains were all empty.

Jump, dance day and night, shirtless.

Jump into the river bed and smash a scar, jump into hell to change life and death.

Just keep dancing.

——The thin Xie Chen jumped to the rhythm behind the crowd, trying to look over the heads of the people in front.

Watching the lead singer screaming on the cramped and low stage, watching the lead singer throw off his T-shirt, revealing the tattoo of a fallen angel across his chest and abdomen, and kissing the bassist with long hair.

There were booing whistles one after another in the audience, and the lovers hugged each other tightly and kissed passionately.Everyone sweated in unison, indulged in unison, and danced in unison.

Xie Chen thought that this scene was similar to what Beethoven's pathetic sonata moved him, and it transcended genre and compositional skills.

It is true that the level of lyrics and melody varies, and some people will be embarrassed and say "what the hell is this singing".But if another person listens to it, the feeling may be completely opposite.

There is no need to even think about it so much, this live belongs to this band and this night after all.After today, the booing and cheering people still have to pass the Linjiang Bridge and take the earliest cable car across the entire Qingjiang River to go to work in the cubicle.The couple who are ecstatically kissing at this moment will still be arguing about a trivial matter tomorrow, and they will be separated and reunited helplessly.

But at least, what happened today is real.

This night is of great significance to 12-year-old Xie Chen.Not only because the lyrics sung by the band reflected his desire to break free from discipline, but also because his older brother Xie Yan came to him that night.

The secret has been seen by everyone.

When he got on the top, he had a big fight with Xie Yan who accused him of fooling around at a young age, and even picked up the chair at hand and hurt him.

Later, Cheng Hui took him more seriously, and because of this, he complained more and more about Xie Yan: Why should he only be allowed to pursue his dreams, cut ties with his parents to play games, and not allow himself to listen to live and play bass?

Why is his dream not considered a dream, and only deserves the word "mixed"?

So when Yang Sile asked him what song he wanted to play for the premiere, he blurted out "Waiting Forever" without thinking.

In view of Chen Nan's limited level, it is difficult to keep up with the rhythm of the original version even after practicing hard for more than a month, so he discussed with Yang Sile and changed the score.

Anyway, the band didn't find a suitable lead singer, so it's okay to give more of the electric guitar to the bass.

Chen Nan was very embarrassed about this, and felt that he was a waste of a tool person, but Yang Sile criticized his thinking extremely severely.

"Underestimate yourself and violate our band's internal regulations. The captain decided to punish you to find a way to buy pickups. I won't lend you any more."

Chen Nan slowly put out a question mark: "When did our band have internal regulations?"

Yang Sile: "Just now."

Chen Nan: "..."

He couldn't say no to the captain, so he had no choice but to turn his embarrassment into motivation, holding the electric guitar and pickups bought online by Yang Sile every night, wearing headphones to play the repertoire tonight in the dormitory.

In less than three days, all five fingers of his left hand were blistered with blood.

Xie Chen heard about this from Yang Sile, and carefully admitted his problem: "Why don't I change to a simpler song, after all, Chen Nan only learned fingerstyle for a year before, so it's a good idea to choose this song. It's hard for him..."

"Xie, classmate," Captain Yang was very tired. After criticizing that one, he had to criticize this one. "This is our first performance. If you don't play this meaningful song, won't you regret it when you think about it? No matter how well he plays." , enjoy is the most important."

Therefore, "Waiting Forever" was deliberately arranged by Captain Yang as the opening song tonight.

If the bomb is destroyed, it doesn't matter, just relax and have fun later, if the effect is not bad, confidence can also be raised, no matter what.

Anyway, most of the passers-by in the square are laymen, just listening to the excitement.

Residents sitting near them enjoying the shade saw three students playing the piano, and took a closer look, and saw the words "Qingjiang Yinzhong" printed on the chest of their uniforms—it doesn't matter how well they play, let's respect one first!Well, the children are professionals, and they will definitely not be bad!remarkably brave!

Shi Nian didn't have Yang Sile's mentality.

After lunch today, he was depressed all the time. He went back to school to pick up his cello, and went to the piano room he rented to play the cello for two hours to clear his mind.By the time he got in a taxi to go home, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

It's time to go live with his mother this weekend.When Shi Nian thought of his serious stepfather who was obsessed with academics, his mood immediately became even worse.

When the taxi stopped in front of the traffic light at the intersection of Binjiang Square, he had just finished talking on the phone with Fu Yi.

While watching TV, Fu Yi told him that he was indeed allergic to soy products when he was a child, and at that time the soy sauce at home was never stuffed with soybeans.

But now there are very few things that do not contain soy protein at all, and no matter how careful you are, you will always come into contact with them more or less.So later it was estimated that "antibodies" were slowly produced in his body, and the allergies would be fine without knowing it, and it would not be a problem to just swallow a handful of beans.

Shi Nian hung up the phone, rested his arms on his forehead, closed his eyes, and was in a mess.

Why did Yang Sile know so clearly what he himself had forgotten?They had obviously never met.

Or did he see it before, but he just forgot?

"What kind of activities are going on here?" The driver who had been silent all the way suddenly said, "The square is so lively."

Shi Nian opened his eyes and looked towards the square he mentioned.

I couldn't see any performances, but I saw a circle of people around the southwest corner of the square, and several of them were still holding their mobile phones and didn't know what they were taking pictures of.

He put down the car window, and the sound of bass and drums amplified by the inferior stereo sounded into the car, accompanied by "Take the Train to Lhasa" played by the portable bees played by the square dancing aunts next to him.

So fucking...noisy.

Shi Nian withdrew his gaze, raised the window decisively, and shut out the two kinds of noisy music that he hated.

The driver pulled his seat belt and approached the window on the side of the passenger side, and said with great interest: "Student, it seems that someone from your school is performing." He turned to look at Shi Nian, "The drummer is wearing the same school uniform as you. "

Shi Nian was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that in the Maocai restaurant today, Yang Sile said that their band would perform at Binjiang Square tonight.

Still premiere.

"Master, where is...?" he asked.

The driver sat upright and put into gear: "Binjiang Road."

Shi Nian swallowed, and grabbed the handle of the cello case: "The one next to it is Binjiang Square?"

Driver: "That's right, there's always traffic jams."

Shi Nian glanced at the countdown at the red light, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket: "I'll just download it here, how much is it, Master?"

The driver was shocked: "In the middle of the road, what are you going to do? After passing this opening..."

"No, it's here! I remembered that I have something urgent to do!"

Shi Nian scanned the QR code pasted on the back of the car seat, transferred 50 yuan directly to the driver, then opened the car door without saying a word, dragged the piano box and ran from the crosswalk into the square on the side of the road.

The music was getting louder and louder, and he couldn't tell what it was, but he had vaguely seen a hand holding a drumstick and repeatedly hitting the drum surface through the gaps in the crowd of onlookers.

The forearm of that hand glowed with soft and wild water under the street lamp, and the sleeve of the school uniform shirt was soaked in the ambiguous water mist, turning translucent, sticking to the upper arm obediently, stretching out a section of strong muscles curve.

It's Yang Sile.

It was definitely Yang Si Le who picked his hand away with chopsticks, he would not admit his mistake.

Shi Nian stared at the gap until the distance was getting closer and he could no longer see it due to the angle.

A couple left talking and laughing, and he dragged the piano case to occupy the vacant seat, panting and stretching his neck to look inside.

It's them.He took off the metal name tag on his chest, and wore his daytime school uniform of shirt and dark blue khaki pants.

Xie Chen stood on the far left, using a musical instrument that he had no interest in knowing before, skillfully playing an exciting piece of music that he had never heard before.

Chen Nan was standing on the right, pressing the strings with a serious face, completely gone from the relaxed look at the dinner table at noon today.

Sitting behind them, Yang Sile smiled cheerfully while beating the drums, biting his lower lip with the tip of his teeth, and looked at Xie Chen from time to time, giving some kind of signal that he couldn't understand.

Simply beautiful and dazzling.

Yang Sile entered the state, his eyes could only hold his drum kit and his two teammates, and he couldn't see others.

He twirled a flower quickly with a drum stick, then nodded heavily, and struck the cymbal neatly, the rhythm suddenly slowed down.

Even Shi Nian, who has never listened to pop music and finds rock and electronics very noisy, feels that this variation is faintly uplifting.

"The grief and indignation of the whole night has quieted down, and the lonely street lights have turned dark."

A Cantonese sentence came from his ear.

"Alone in the street, I feel empty, and the longing of the past is like a dream."

He looked to the left, and there was a girl with a bow tie of the same color as his tie, who didn't tuck the hem of her shirt into the dark blue pleated skirt according to the regulations in the tone. Sing casually.

"May I have everything in singing."

"But how can we get everything in reality."

She is slender, and she can see the expressions and movements of the three people just by raising her head slightly.

Shi Nian glanced curiously at the name tag on her chest: "Lin Li Dance Performance Department - Ballet Class 1 student number: 20171201..."

Can't see what's behind.

Oh, it's actually a senior.

The singing paused here, and Xie Chen soloed on the other end.

He seemed to go crazy because of this inaudible sentence "But how can we get everything in reality", first he slowly turned his back on the crowd, played everything he wanted to Qingjiang who was close at hand, and then turned around and bowed Body, facing the solid ground, ruthlessly flicking everything that is impossible in reality.

Shi Nian didn't know that he and Yang Sile adapted this passage. The electric guitar-led part that should have been in charge of Chen Nan turned into a depression that can only be expressed by the low-pitched bass.

All he knew was that this was Xie Chen, whom he had never seen before.The restless Xie Chen, the excited Xie Chen.

The dense drumming reappeared, and the climax burst out.

Xie Chen raised the head of the piano a little bit, and smoothly pressed the beautiful portamento. His hands were so fast that Shi Nian couldn't see clearly.

Shi Nian could no longer hear the melody of "Take the Train to Lhasa". He could only see this boy who could do everything well, and he could only hear the sound of this musical instrument made by electric current.

The drum beats on his heart, booming.

The person who can perform the piano solo at Yinzhong's freshman entrance ceremony, the person who takes the first place in the whole department in every assessment, and the person who can replace the street lights in the square, who will begrudge praise and applause to him?

"Waiting forever, waiting forever."

"Waiting forever, waiting forever."

The girl beat the beat with the toes of her canvas shoes, humming this line over and over again.

The accompaniment fades away and waits forever until the end.

In the first song, although Chen Nan made a mistake at the beginning, he managed to get away with it without any risk.

Yang Sile bent down and picked up the mineral water bottle at his feet, gulped it down twice, and scanned the audience surrounding him.

There are more people left than he imagined, even if there is no lead singer, there are people who are willing to listen patiently, happy!super happy!

"Tsk, it's very badly played."

Shi Nian frowned and looked at the girl who sang along, and found that although she had a mean mouth, she had a faint smile on her face.

Who is this? !Just now, she sang so devotedly, but as soon as the song was over, she immediately turned her face and refused to recognize anyone, who did she look down on?proceed if you can!

"Don't look," Lin Li looked at Shi Nian and said indifferently, "I can do it, I can do it."

Shi Nian subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, thinking, did I fucking say it out loud? ? ?

Lin Li looked him up and down, and finally his eyes fell on his name tag: "So it's you, a famous junior."

Seeing that Shi Nian's eyes were wide open, she couldn't help teasing him: "Stop covering your mouth brother, you didn't say anything, it's all written on your face."

Shi Nian let go of his hand: "...I didn't."

Lin Li pointed at Xie Chen inside with his chin: "That's your friend? I see you've been staring at him."

Shi Nian nodded guiltily: "Yes."

"He plays well, I'm talking about the guitarist, it's too bad."

Shi Nian whispered in his heart: His main business is playing the flute, so why are you picking on the bones.

Lin Li: "Only by being picky can we make progress."

Shi Nianfu: "Are you from the Psychological Society?!"

"Excuse me." Lin Li pushed the uncle in front of him away, and replied blankly, "I belong to the Keyboard Man Club."

Shi Nian: "..."

He watched Lin Li walk slowly in front of Xie Chen who was drinking water and resting while flipping through the score, said something, after Xie Chen listened, he pointed to Yang Sile at her without any fluctuation.

So she went to negotiate with Yang Sile again.

Yang Sile's eyes lit up when he heard her words, he leaned over and pulled out a microphone and a few coils of wire from somewhere, and handed them to her excitedly.Lin Li connected the cable to the microphone, plugged the other end into the speaker, and tried the sound for a while.

Chen Nan scratched his forehead, dubiously took off the electric guitar that Yang Sile had lent him from his shoulder, and handed it to this pretty schoolgirl who was hard to mess with at first glance, while he took out the bamboo guitar from his schoolbag. flute, turned around and asked Yang Sile for his drum box as a music stand.

The onlookers watched them fiddling around, flicking left and right for a long time without a word, and slowly dispersed a lot.Seeing that there was no one in front of him, Shi Nian didn't know where to go.

He wanted to stay, but he was afraid of being seen by Yang Sile. After all, he was not sure who the latter was, and the scene would only be quite embarrassing.

Just as he was hesitating whether to find a tree as cover, Yang Sile, who was sitting on the stool, seemed to be ready, and looked up straight.

All right...you can't get away, just stay here honestly.

Shi Nian turned away from looking at him, pretending to be waiting for someone.

Seeing that his ears were red, Yang Sile felt angry and helpless, and silently looked away.

"Thank you Shen?"

"I'm ok."

"Chen Nan?"

"Immediately, this flute has a higher key, I'll change it, you guys start first."

"Study... senior sister?"

"Don't worry about me, I will follow your rhythm."

The second song was chosen by Yang Sile, "Don't, Never Don't".A song from Pu Shu's album "I'm Going to 2000" released at the end of the last century.

When he first moved to Beijing, Yang Sile liked to ride a bicycle to wander around, to see what his hometown had become for his sleeping father.

In an unremarkable alley, he met the owner of a video store: male, 39 years old, single, both parents died, he knows a little about any musical instrument, but he is not proficient in any musical instrument.

His main job is to sell pirated movie resources online and help people snap up merchandise. His side job is to take care of this pile of out-of-print records that fills a whole small studio, and occasionally sell one to pay utility bills.

Yang Sile used his resources to finish watching the newly released "Burst Drummer" that year.

Then when the blood came to his head, like countless young people who had watched this movie, he fell into the pit of the jazz drum.

But then because jazz is too difficult, and the boss keeps beating him, what to say, there are a few people in China who are willing to listen to jazz, be careful if you practice hard for 20 years, but you can't get money for street performances, and you are pointed out When he clicked "What kind of shots are you playing?", he had no choice but to learn fashion from his boss step by step in resentment.

To be honest, Yang Sile didn't practice hard in the first two years.He has to rush home after school every day to take care of his father, accompany his mother, and make his grandparents happy. Only on weekends does he have a little free time that is entirely his own.Playing drums can not only kill time, but also vent some bad emotions, which is just right for pastime.

However, April 2017, 4, the day before Labor Day.The boss doesn't scold Pu Shu who is uncomfortable every day, Pu Laoge has released a new album.

Yang Sile happily ran to the alley where he hadn't been for a long time, wanting to listen to it with the boss, but the wooden door of the video store was locked and closed.

He went around and went in through the back door that only he, the boss and the landlord knew.

The lights in the store were not turned on, and only the sound of music could be heard vaguely, but no one was visible.Yang Sile opened the plastic curtain, and the music became clear in an instant.

He called the boss's name, and carefully climbed up the old wooden ladder to the artificially built attic.

Sure enough, the boss was reclined in the shape of a "big" on the mattress he usually sleeps on, with a playing cassette player standing next to his ear.

The attic was very low, and there were books, magazines and daily necessities piled up everywhere. Yang Sile could only walk over on hands, feet and knees to see if this big man with a beer belly was still panting.

panting.

And not just panting, but crying.

"Si Le, take charge of the music. Your dad is very good at picking names." The boss said in a hoarse voice without moving.

"……thanks."

Yang Sile didn't know what to say, he comforted people too much, and he really understood the futility of comforting.

"Well, Teacher Park released a new song today."

"I know."

"I've come to listen to you."

"No. The old ones are the best."

"You have to listen, you can find new words to scold him after you listen."

The boss finally moved.He raised his head and glared at Yang Sile: "Crap! Who dares to scold him! Give me praise!"

Yang Sile smiled: "You have to listen to it before you can praise it."

So the two of them squatted in the messy and cramped attic, each wearing a headset, and silently listened to the entire album in order using the mobile phone playback software.

The boss's eyes became redder as he listened. Yang Sile handed him a paper, and he pulled the earphones, but the dead duck refused to answer them: "What broken earphones, the sound quality is so terrible that I'm crying."

Yang Sile: "It comes with an Apple phone."

Boss: "Apple doesn't work."

Yang Sile: "It's Teacher Park who can't do it."

The boss immediately let go of his thoughts: "Get out!!! Don't think that I won't beat you up when you are young!"

When the sun was about to set on the horizon, the two of them shared the only bowl of Master Kong braised beef noodles in the attic after listening to the new album.

"The old taste is the best."

The boss held an empty bowl and looked at the big tree outside the small window, so he concluded.

Yang Sile flipped through the comment section under the album, and gradually understood what he meant—it is best to be young, to be ignorant and fearless, to be able to give all of oneself for a passion.

The bass hits.

Yang Sile took a deep breath and played the drum beats he heard from the cassette player in the dark attic, the drum beats that made the boss close the door and cry alone, the drum beats that made him determined to learn music.

Lin Li, who was standing in the center of the band, followed closely behind, played the prelude according to the score, and sang:

"Don't dream/You're 24 years old/Life is already as strict as Mr. Li in the reception room/Don't be obsessed with the distance/Look at your rice vat/Life is not romantic——"

"It's sauce, vinegar and salt in a bowl."

"It's the money you've worked so hard to earn from other people."

"Let the immature grow quickly / Let the mature open up / The world is too fast / It never waits to embarrass us / You go in a hurry / You go intriguing / Don't be like the old Zhang next door Lament all day that youth is gone."

But how can I.

But how can I?

But how can I...

Don't have those dreams.

Yang Sile still doesn't know what dreams the boss who usually likes to watch, play stand-alone games and organize tapes had.

But what is certain is that this dream must have been getting farther and farther away from him, so far away that he couldn't even listen to "Forever Young" written by Pu Shu after many years, and burst into tears when he heard it.

The song ended, they didn't rest, Lin Li and Chen Nan changed places.

The people around gathered more and more, and there were not a few young people who were moved by this song and applauded for them sincerely.Shi Nian was still dumbfounded, reshaping his perception of the word "Keyboard Man".

Isn't this mean senior from the dance department...?Without getting along with other musicians, his ability to read notation is as fast as a horse, and he can even play the guitar very steadily, and the degree of integration is not inferior to that of Chen Nan.

And her voice...it might be too suitable for this kind of band...

It is sung with the method of abdominal cavity resonance, and the simple emotion of neither rushing nor showing off. The thick and steady voice is very comfortable to listen to, and it does not feel noisy at all.

Shi Nian came back to his senses and found that Xie Chen turned his face to look at Lin Li, and the alarm bells rang in his heart: Xie Chen!You pay attention!She just said that Chen Nan in your band played poorly!

"Hey, hey, hey." Chen Nan, who played badly, spoke.

"Haha, hello everyone, it's time for my song."

He held the microphone, like an elderly square dance performance artist who announced for himself.

"Well... Our captain originally said that the band's premiere should be simple and cool, so we didn't talk up front. This microphone was borrowed from the uncles and aunts who were dancing next door in advance because we were afraid of a temporary problem with the sound tonight, but we didn't expect it ..." He turned around and glanced at Lin Li, "It has attracted a troublemaker."

Shi Nian: ...You misunderstood, it's really not a problem with the microphone.

"Um, no, I didn't mean to say this...Well, I'm just nervous! I'm very nervous! So I want to say a few words to ease it up, everyone, don't rush away, I do this every time before entering the examination room, it's very effective .”

After Chen Nan finished speaking incoherently, she sat cross-legged on the ground and put the score on the drum box in front of her.

From the first song, to when the band was preparing for the second song, to when he was practicing the flute by himself just now, he didn't even look at the audience.Now that he was sitting on the ground, his heart felt a little more at ease, and he finally dared to look up.

"Fuck! Why are there so many people?!"

The crowd burst into laughter, just like extras in sitcoms.

Chen Nan: "As we all know, 'wo fuck' is an adverb of degree, not a swear word..."

Lin Li couldn't take it anymore: "Hurry up, there are too many mosquitoes."

"Oh!" Chen Nan scratched her face in embarrassment, "I'll force the last sentence."

"It's just... When Team Yang asked us to choose the playlist for the first performance, we wanted the kind of song that would make us regret for the rest of our lives if we didn't play it once with our friends. But as a person, I really don't have any ambitions, no ambitions. I have no regrets, and after thinking about it, I feel that this seems to be another kind of regret."

"For example, I listened to this song on TV when I was a child. I was super invincible and wanted to learn the saxophone. After learning for a few days, I felt that the saxophone was too hard to play and tired. I gave up at the speed of light. So later..." Chen Nan asked everyone to look at themselves Dizi, "I learned this instead. Is it light enough?"

"The very last reminder. My song is completely different from the previous two songs. Everyone should be familiar with it. You can hum it after listening to the prelude, so don't expect too much."

He closed his eyes, encouraged himself secretly before opening them again, with a smile on his face: "If you don't play well, please bear with us."

He turned his head and gave Yang Sile a look. Yang Sile received the signal, paused for three seconds, and then gave out a series of surprisingly fast "咚咚咚咚唰唰".

Chen Nan flattened the bamboo flute, took a deep breath, and played this song that even Shi Nian, who doesn't watch animation or listen to pop music, knows.

""Detective Detective コナン~メインテーマ"!" A peer wearing a school uniform from another school exclaimed, and pronounced the name of the song in standard Japanese.

"It's the theme song of Detective Conan!"

For more than a month, Chen Nan basically used all of his free time to practice the two songs selected by Xie Chen and Yang Sile, but the one he chose was hastily prepared.

He knows that his level of playing the guitar is not as good as that of Xie Chen and Yang Sile, who are very interested in it, and his professional level of bamboo flute is not as good as that of a genius like Brother Xiang, but he can always reach the level of the former through practice. Slow down, the latter has been boasting for ten years at least, and he has a little bit of self-esteem.

Using the bamboo flute he is good at instead of the saxophone that he didn't learn, playing the theme song of the animation that he chased from the age of six to the age of 15 and a half is his answer to Captain Yang's selection proposition, and it is also what he can think of to fill in the gaps. The regrettable method of "learn what you can't do, give up No.1".

As a supporting role, as long as you make good use of your tool person attributes, it will be fine.

Like Mori Kogoro, he is responsible for taking Conan to and from various murder scenes and ensuring that he is always within the range of Conan's anesthesia needle.

Officer Takagi has been responsible for "accidentally leaking the word" and providing Conan with details of the case that should not have been disclosed to the public.

Police officer Megure is always in charge of official complaints. After complaining, Mori Kogoro will die wherever he goes, and then complains to Conan: "Think carefully, it seems that you brought the god of death..."

As long as the audience enjoys watching it.

As time passed, Chen Nan became more and more familiar with Yang Sile, and Chen Nan recognized her role as a supporting role from the bottom of her heart.

Yang Sile is exquisite, a typical oriental graceful handsome guy, he is average, with acne on his forehead from time to time.

Yang Sile knows everything, except for playing the flute and making jokes, he knows nothing.

Yang Sile's execution ability is very strong, and his ability to manage time is even stronger. However, he procrastinates his terminal cancer and will never persuade himself to finish his homework in Chinese and mathematics on time until the day he returns to school.

Yang Sile's way of thinking about problems is very unique. His problem is not a problem for Yang Sile, but Yang Sile's problem is for him: "Ah...? How did you come up with such a problem?"

Yang Sile is the first to object that such a wonderful boy should not be the protagonist of a school novel, it is simply unreasonable!

"It was fun."

The premiere ended successfully with three songs plus the encore "Waiting Forever". Lin Li returned the guitar to Chen Nan and said with a smile, "Detective Conan's theme song, I will choose."

Chen Nan took it over and shook her head: "Thank you senior sister for saving the scene."

Lin Li: "No, you didn't let me go because you are cultivated."

"We picked up the treasure." Chen Nan smiled back.

Yang Sile excitedly found Lin Li, intending to introduce the band to her, and asked her if she would like to join, Xie Chen listened by.He packed up the score alone and returned the drum case with a dejected expression on his face.

It's not because the audience's response was mediocre, on the contrary, because the popularity of this song is high, and the design of playing the animation theme song with folk music instruments is very flattering, so he got the warmest applause tonight.

However, he still broods over the mistakes he made while playing the first song, "Waiting Forever."

He was still slowing down, it was Yang Sile's self-cultivation that didn't let him quit the band voluntarily.

Shi Nian sat on the bench, looked over there from behind the tree, and focused on Chen Nan for the second time today.

I don't know whether it's because Conan's theme song is too popular, or this band's performance form does have his unspeakable strengths. In short, when the drums are played, everyone immediately becomes very different.

Xie Chen, who had always been quiet, became lively, Chen Nan, who was chattering at the dinner table, became preoccupied, and Yang Sile, who didn't wear glasses, sweated a lot and became... wild?

Shi Nian was stunned, and he couldn't get rid of the vibrant arm he saw from the gap in the crowd.

"Hold."

The author says:

To Chen Nan: Mori Kogoro made a correct reasoning that Conan didn't even think through.The very naive police officer Takagi has the consciousness that even if he is killed by a C4 bomb, he must stay in the elevator and pass on the cue of another bomb storage location that appeared in the last three seconds before the explosion to his colleagues.Police officer Mumu, who complained anytime and anywhere, was bombed by the murderer on the Detective Boys. Everyone, including Conan, was helpless and said at the last moment: "How can I let those children leave so alone?" So he returned to the Detective Boys. Be by your side, ready to accompany them through the most terrifying moment in life, and die together calmly.

There are also shining moments in the life of tool people.Take heart, Brother Nan, in my article, everyone must have "flaws", but this does not prevent you from being a very good boy.