Four years of crisis [entertainment]

Huo Wenchu ​​really got along with Guan Mingsong seriously.

Huo Wenchu ​​is a careful, steady and reliable person. Every time Guan Mingsong goes out with him, he will arrange the itinerary in an orderly manner.The two of them can walk side by side on the street openly and aboveboard, unlike Song Jinfeng, who is blindfolded every time he goes out and has to look around every step he takes, like a terrorist.

Huo Wenchu ​​was very caring and would create surprises from time to time. For example, today, Guan Mingsong met Huo Wenchu ​​who was waiting for him under the poplar grove as soon as he came out of the laboratory building.

"Wen Chu? Why didn't you tell me when you came?" Guan Mingsong hurried over.

"I have a surprise for you." Huo Wenchu ​​said with a smile.He took out a small and exquisite gift box and handed it to Guan Mingsong.Guan Mingsong didn't answer it immediately, Huo Wenchu ​​opened the gift box by himself, and inside was a black pen.

"Montblanc, I saw it in the mall yesterday and thought it was perfect for you, so I bought it and gave it to you."

Guan Mingsong's first reaction was to be at a loss. The Montblanc brand is the brand of the watch that He Weizhi gave to Guan Mingsong. Guan Mingsong went to check this brand in order to be able to return the gift to He Weizhi, so he knew that its main products are pens, watches and accessories. The price of a pen on the official website is several thousand.Guan Mingsong is a little embarrassed. He has been studying for so many years, and he has only used a water-based pen for one yuan and five yuan. He holds a pen worth several thousand yuan in his hand. How dare he doodle on the draft paper and hold it blindly in his hand? change?

"Don't you like it? I see that the watch in your home is also of this brand, so I thought you liked this brand." Seeing that Guan Mingsong didn't pick it up, Huo Wenchu ​​asked.

"The watch in my house was given by someone else. I couldn't refuse it, so I accepted it." Guan Mingsong said, his brain was racing. He didn't want to accept this gift. He had known Huo Wenchu ​​for so many years. Although Huo Wenchu The family is rich, but Huo Wenchu ​​didn't give Guan Mingsong any expensive gifts because he was worried that it would break the harmonious relationship between seniors and juniors. This time, he gave him a pen, which should be due to some changes in their relationship.

Guan Mingsong wanted to refuse, but then he thought again, if he refused decisively, what would Huo Wenchu ​​think?Huo Wenchu ​​is a person with a sensitive heart. He may not express anything on the surface, but he will definitely think too much in his heart.

Thinking of this level, Guan Mingsong took Huo Wenchu's pen, "Thank you Wenchu, I like it very much. I will pick a gift for you later."

When Huo Wenchu ​​heard what Guan Mingsong said, he smiled, "Mingsong, you didn't want to accept it at first, but because you know that I am sensitive, you are afraid that I will think too much after you refuse, so you accept it. You will give me a gift in return , because you don't like to owe people things. Do you?"

Guan Mingsong didn't expect Huo Wenchu ​​to see through what he was thinking at a glance, and was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Huo Wenchu ​​didn't care about these things. He patted Guan Mingsong on the shoulder and said, "Come with me to school."

The two passed by a small square and found that members of the student union were busy setting up the venue.In addition to the members of the student union, there are also quite a few staff members from other schools. These staff members are dressed very trendy and punk.

"What kind of activity is this?" Huo Wenchu ​​asked.

"The Lawn Music Festival, don't you remember? University A holds it almost every year, and the student union cooperates with off-campus clubs."

"Ah, yes, my brain." Huo Wenchu ​​smiled, "These juniors are really full of energy." Huo Wenchu ​​said with emotion, "Mingsong, do you participate in the Lawn Music Festival every year?"

Guan Mingsong waved his hands again and again, "No, no, it's not that you don't know me, I don't like excitement. I've only participated in this lawn music festival once in all my years at University A."

The people busy setting up the venue on the lawn, the loudspeakers set up, and the banners hanging up, everything in front of Guan Mingsong was in a trance, and his thoughts drifted back to four years ago, which was the only lawn music festival he had ever participated in.

Most of the musicians invited by the Lawn Music Festival are not well-known, but they are very distinctive. In addition to band players, there are also independent musicians, and many of them are resident singers.Song Jinfeng was not popular at that time, and he was one of the invitees. That's why Guan Mingsong would go that time, and Song Jinfeng urged him to go.

When Song Jinfeng asked him to go, Guan Mingsong said awkwardly: "Actually, I don't know music very well, and my singing is ugly."

"It's okay, the Lawn Music Festival doesn't want you to sing, you are here to listen to us sing, understand, graduate student?" After speaking, Song Jinfeng asked curiously: "You really don't understand anything?"

"don't know."

"The most basic thing, you always know Octave, right?"

"do not know."

"Octave, that is, the relationship between intervals. Simply put, when singing 12345671, the last 1 is the octave higher than the first 1. Two tones with the same sound name in adjacent sound groups are called octaves. "

Guan Mingsong's confused eyes showed that Song Jinfeng wanted to have sex with him very much.

"The top singers in the world can sing up to the seventh octave on the piano without going out of tune. At present, most pop singers in China can also sing three or four octaves." Song Jinfeng continued to popularize science.

"Then how many octaves can you sing?" Guan Mingsong asked curiously.

"Six." Song Jinfeng showed a proud expression.

"Bragging. Most domestic pop singers can sing three or four octaves, but you can sing six?" Guan Mingsong didn't believe it.

"Don't you believe it? You don't believe me. I'll sing for you when you come to the scene tonight. I'll sing when you come, and everyone else will accompany you." Song Jinfeng curled his lips.

I will sing when you come.Hearing this sentence in Guan Mingsong's ears, Guan Mingsong's heart trembled slightly.

Guan Mingsong was working as a teaching assistant for his supervisor during his master’s degree. Professors in universities usually do not send and receive homework, correct homework, and answer questions after class after class, but leave these to the teaching assistant.Guan Mingsong just arranged a question-and-answer time before the Lawn Music Festival, and he would help the undergraduate students to solve their homework questions. Unexpectedly, the students were very enthusiastic this time, and the time had already passed. It was over, but there were still people around Guan Mingsong asking questions.

Guan Mingsong is a serious and responsible teaching assistant. How can he leave before the problems of the juniors have been solved?

Drenched in sweat, Guan Mingsong hung up several reminder calls from Song Jinfeng, and continued to talk to his juniors.By the time he hurried to the lawn music festival site after the end, the music festival had already started for a while.

Song Jinfeng was urged to come on stage several times, but he ignored it. He was just so self-willed, sitting by the stage and playing with his mobile phone.He had just been hung up by Guan Mingsong several times in a row, and his face was black with anger.

Performing on the stage at this time is a band, a standard rock band configuration, a lead singer, a backing vocalist, two guitarists, a bass player, a drummer, and a keyboard player.The lead singer is a young guy with a good timbre and a wide range.

Just now the band performed an English song, in which there was a long section of high notes, the young man sang well, the audience cheered again and again, and some girls even let out crazy screams.

Song Jinfeng ignored everything around him, and looked for Guan Mingsong in the distance.

Suddenly, a thin figure fell into Song Jinfeng's sight.Guan Mingsong was carrying a schoolbag, wearing a crisp white shirt and jeans, and hurried towards the music festival. He ran so fast that he almost hit a bicycle on the road.Guan Mingsong repeatedly apologized to the girl on the bicycle and hurried towards the stage.

When Song Jinfeng saw Guan Mingsong, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously. He thought that their graduate students were usually unhurried, but he didn't expect that the hurried and flustered appearance was cute.

At this time, the band on the stage had finished performing an English song, and the host came on stage to enliven the atmosphere.

"The performance just now was so shocking!" The host exclaimed, "Especially the high-pitched part, I was so excited! Are you all excited?"

"Excited!" A group of students shouted heartbreakingly.

The guitarist of the band raised his chin and said proudly: "Our lead singer, despite his young age, has an effective vocal range of three octaves, which is amazing!"

The host wanted to boast for a while, but unexpectedly, an untimely voice sounded beside the stage: "Three octaves, it's so-so."

The tone was very embarrassing. Although the scene was noisy, the host, the people on the stage, and the audience closest to the stage all heard it.

Song Jinfeng put down his phone and walked slowly to the center of the stage. He was in a very relaxed state, as if he was taking a walk.The people on the stage looked at each other, the host knew who this person was, it was Song Jinfeng who urged him not to come on stage.

"Uh, this one...haha, this one is also tonight's performing singer, Song Jinfeng." The host quickly smoothed things over with a smile.

Song Jinfeng hooked his hands at the host, motioning for the host to give him the microphone.The host was about to ask other staff members for help, but Song Jinfeng showed a friendly smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to make trouble, I just want to have a collaboration with friends in the band."

The host asked the guitarist of the band with his eyes. The guitarist just heard Song Jinfeng say that three octaves are average. He was a little curious about this person's level, so he said to the host: "Give him the microphone."

The host gave the microphone to Song Jinfeng, but he felt very unhappy. If this was an arranged interaction on the field, he should have communicated with him earlier. There are really no rules.

The guitarist looked at Song Jinfeng with a half-smile, and asked him: "You said three octaves just now? Then let me ask you, how many octaves can you sing? Don't just talk about it and lose your real skills."

"Six." Song Jinfeng said casually, and glanced at Guan Mingsong out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that Guan Mingsong had squeezed to the front, he felt a burst of pride.

The whole band gasped.The lead singer was very upset with Song Jinfeng, but when he heard Song Jinfeng say six octaves, his shock overwhelmed his displeasure.

"Don't brag." The guitarist looked at Song Jinfeng.

"Whether you're bragging or not, you'll know when you open your mouth." Song Jinfeng said with a smile.

The guitarist asked the lead singer with his eyes, Song Jinfeng was provoking the lead singer, and the lead singer was their own, the lead singer should decide whether they should challenge or not.

The lead singer looked at Song Jinfeng for ten seconds, and then said to the guitarist: "Accompaniment for him, the same song just now." After speaking, he walked aside.

Song Jinfeng took the lead singer's position just now, and the music began, and Song Jinfeng's singing voice flowed out of the microphone.

That night, Guan Mingsong experienced for the first time what it means to be able to shine.Song Jinfeng stood on the stage, everything around him was dimmed, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and everyone's ears were firmly attracted by his heavenly voice.Six octaves, really six octaves, six octaves without water!

Song Jinfeng closed his eyes, he raised his head and opened his arms, as if embracing the night sky.The wonderful treble triggered an explosive carnival in the audience, and everyone went crazy!

Under the stage, near the stage, a middle-aged uncle frantically jumped up and pinched his companion, "Quick, quick, check this person, check this person!" The middle-aged uncle said excitedly.

The Lawn Music Festival ended perfectly.Song Jinfeng and Guan Mingsong returned home, and they are currently living together.Song Jinfeng came out of the shower and found Guan Mingsong sitting in front of the desk with a stack of homework books on it.

"What is this?" Song Jinfeng walked up behind Guan Mingsong, and put his chin on Guan Mingsong's shoulder.

"Students' homework. I'm a teaching assistant, and I usually need to correct undergraduates' homework." Guan Mingsong answered Song Jinfeng's question while busy.

"Teacher Guan." Song Jinfeng said with a smile.He glanced at the content in the homework book, but he couldn't understand it, really couldn't understand it, it was like a heavenly book to him.

"What is this?" Song Jinfeng asked, pointing to a snail-like curve on the exercise book.

"The Fibonacci spiral, also known as the golden spiral, is a spiral curve drawn according to the Fibonacci sequence." Guan Mingsong replied quickly.

"..." Song Jinfeng silently chose to shut up.

"The Fibonacci sequence is very simple, let me explain it to you." Guan Mingsong said while taking a piece of draft paper.

Song Jinfeng had black lines all over his head, he wanted to say my wife, I am not interested in Fibonacci, I am only interested in you.

Guan Mingsong took a pen and wrote a series of numbers on the draft paper.He said while writing: "The Fibonacci sequence starts from the third item, and each item is equal to the sum of the previous two items. The recursive formula is: a(n)=a(n-3)+a(n- 1), it is obviously a linear recursive sequence. You see: 2, 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13=1+0, 1=2+1, 1=3+1, 2= 5+2, 3=13+5, according to this rule, what should I write for the next number?"

Before Song Jinfeng could answer, Guan Mingsong wrote down the answer on the draft paper: 21.

Song Jinfeng felt dizzy for a while, but thought again: Why did Guan Mingsong show me the number 21 on purpose?

Suddenly, Song Jinfeng had a flash of inspiration, and burst out laughing with a "puchi", and then the laughter became more and more presumptuous. "Hahahaha!" Song Jinfeng laughed so hard that tears came out, "21, the homonym for 'love you', right? Hahahaha, my wife, how can such a grand formula become dirty when I tell you so hahahaha... ..."

Enough of laughing, Song Jinfeng hugged Guan Mingsong tightly from behind, buried his head on Guan Mingsong's neck, his hair tied up so that Guan Mingsong was a little itchy.

"I love you too." Song Jinfeng said softly.

At this tender moment, Song Jinfeng's cell phone rang, and it was a call from a stranger.Song Jinfeng answered the phone, and a mature male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Song Jinfeng."

"Hello?" How is it a stranger?Song Jinfeng felt very strange.

"I'm sorry I got your mobile number without your consent and made this call to you. I'm the program producer of AD Satellite TV. I just happened to be at the Lawn Music Festival held at University A tonight. I'm lucky that I didn't miss you. We are planning an amateur talent show. This is one of the most important projects of our station this year. I hope you can come to participate. Jinfeng, I checked your resume. The school you graduated from is very good, but you returned home after graduation For nearly a year, I have been singing in the Qing bar, I think this is too inferior, you should have a bigger stage. Jin Feng, I believe that I can see people with my eyes, and you will be popular."

The producer who called Song Jinfeng was a gold medal producer of AD Satellite TV. Song Jinfeng participated in the talent show he said, and it really became a hit.Since then, Song Jinfeng broke into the mainland music scene like a rocket launcher.