Pilot

In the past few years, Midsummer has played for many well-known and unknown bands, and I am used to being the audience's appetizer before the performance.

Some people have taken a fancy to his face, some have taken a fancy to his voice, and there are not a few people who have invited him to play in the band.Some tried to persuade him through Xie Hong, but they often couldn't even pass Xie Hong's test.Sheng Xia looked like he had no desires or desires, and the reason for rejection was the same every time: Ah, I never thought of forming a band, sorry.

To warm up the scene, Sheng Xia specially learned a few folk songs.He doesn't play the guitar as well as the keyboard, and he can only play a few songs. When there is a hot show, he plays and sings a few fixed songs, which is a formality.

This is the first official ticket sales performance of 'Fan', and the entire livehouse is blocked by layers of audiences who come here especially for the name or for a taste of new performances.

Sheng Xia was holding the guitar quietly in the background, and the people next to Dirty Mantis were talking about something around a man wearing a hat and a mask, their expressions were very respectful and careful.He didn't wear glasses, and he couldn't see others clearly, so he stayed by himself and didn't join in the fun.

He just nestled in the corner and listened to the songs he was going to sing later, "Moonlight Allure" and "Love in the Wind and Dust", the chords were fairly simple, and he probably wouldn't forget the words, but he still listened to it several times.

Shengxia cherishes every opportunity to perform.

No one pays attention to a hot little singer.He just nestled in the smoky preparation area, in a daze, wondering if he should have a late-night snack when he got home.

When the time came, Xie Hong squeezed in to find him and said he was ready to go on stage.

Sheng Xia took off her earphones and stood up, holding the guitar and walking out.

When he sat in front of the microphone, a girl holding a beer whistled at him.

Sheng Xia doesn't like wearing glasses, especially when performing, so he can't see the audience's faces clearly, nor can he see the different expressions in the audience.

That's fine with him, anyway, it doesn't matter if he's listening to ten people, twenty people, a hundred people or a thousand people.Anyway, it was blurry and dim in his vision... Except for the sound, he didn't care about anything else.

He didn't need to see clearly these people who would have nothing to do with his life tomorrow.It is enough to sing well, bring the good voice to the moment, and sing the emotions in the lyrics in place.

If you don't know how to speak, then you should speak less, and if you speak more, you will make more mistakes. This is the principle of Midsummer's performance.And he really doesn't know how to interact with the audience. He always feels that a good performance is the greatest feedback to the audience.

Before singing, he didn't introduce the song or himself. He strummed the strings with his fingers and started singing when he got close to the microphone——

"The city under the moonlight, the city under the lamp, the people under the lamp are waiting

In the crowd, in the wind, in the song, in the song, the sound of the years

Who unknowingly sighs that unknowingly old

who still listens

One leaf knows the beauty of autumn. "

After the singing sounded, the livehouse slowly quieted down.

"In the morning you came and left behind the fragrance of cherry blossoms

The window was opened, the door was opened, people asked me what to say

You once sang the same moonlight that accompanied me to mourn for fallen leaves

In front of the snow-covered window

Draw what I look like. "

The melody also seems to bring the audience back to the era of folk songs, literature and art, guitars, fallen leaves, teenagers... the era of fluttering white clothes.

The tune is gentle and lazy, and the artistic conception of the lyrics is very comfortable. When singing, Midsummer is very relaxed, feeling the timelessness and tranquility in the lyrics.

Xie Hong on the edge of the stage was smiling and recording the midsummer on stage with her mobile phone. At this time, a man in black and black hat next to her lowered his head slightly and said in her ear, "Where did you find it? He has a good voice."

The man covered himself tightly, and only a pair of eyes could be seen on the whole face. Xie Hong could only blink at him: "It's not just the throat, okay? He also has a pretty face."

The man smiled immediately: "It just looks quite small."

Xie Hong smiled and said, "I'll introduce you to you later, he's my god-brother, he's quite talented."

"Can play the guitar so-so."

"It's really average, but he has a good keyboard, and he knows a little about all instruments, and his rhythm is very steady," Xie Hong explained, "He's a very talented kid."

"Talented people are not inferior to this one."

"But there are not many people who are talented, young, good-looking, and have an honest personality." Xie Hong smiled, "And he is your fan, the hardcore one."

The man didn't answer any more.He just stood beside Xie Hong, silently looking at the person singing with a guitar on the stage.

When Midsummer finished singing, he slightly lowered his head and said thank you to the microphone, hugged the guitar and walked down, without looking at the crowd below, walked down the stage silently, leaving behind applause and admiring eyes, without He left the audience with an extra look and didn't say a word.

The man next to Xie Hong couldn't hold back and said, "It's quite attractive."

Xie Hong, a cold typhoon in midsummer, has long been used to it, so she smiled: "It's not quite like you before."

The man didn't say whether he looked like it, "The typhoon is good, I always feel that the sound is a bit rocky, very temperamental." After the man commented, he repeated, "It's quite temperamental, but it's just... a little tender."

"Who hasn't passed this age? When you were seventeen or eighteen, you were also a stunned young man, running with the group every day?" Xie Hong spat, "What's more, he is not yet an adult."

After Sheng Xia sang, she automatically retreated to the other side of the stage, and sat down next to Li Rong who was controlling the projection and lights.

Li Rong smiled when he saw him coming, touched a cigarette and handed it to Sheng Xia: "Big star, it sounds so good! Are you coming?"

At this time, the Dirty Mantis band has already entered the stage and started to introduce, interact and chat with the audience.

Sheng Xia stared at the cigarette in Li Rong's hand in silence for a moment, then shook his head: "No smoking, Miss Xie Hong can't see well."

"You think sister Hong doesn't know?" Li Rong smiled, his tone full of teasing and coaxing, "I know I don't want to talk about you. It's okay, you won't be an adult in a while? Smoking just makes yourself look Not so student-like."

what logic.

Sheng Xia took the white sand over, but didn't order it, so he just held it in his hand and played with it.

He didn't wear glasses today, but there was a pair of frames in his bag, but he didn't bother to take them out and wear them.The lead singer on the stage finished interacting with the audience procrastinatingly before finally starting to sing.

After listening to one song, Sheng Xia didn't feel anything, and didn't even glance at the stands, just leaned on the device and held the phone to read science fiction to the sound of music.

After listening to the two songs, he still didn't feel anything.

Three... four are still the same.

Until he heard... a guitar solo.

That's the gap where the next song starts.In the background sound of the lead singer and the audience laughing, the guitarist dialed a series of notes... a gentle and unobtrusive interlude, which sounds casual, but it is also easy to handle.

For Sheng Xia, that melody was a stimulus to his conditioned reflex, almost as soon as he heard it, he felt his scalp go numb.

If he heard correctly, the solo that appeared out of nowhere...is a 42-second guitar solo with no lyrics in the pilot's first album "Fly".

In that album, there are sometimes Ye's famous song "Universe", and many songs that are familiar to the world, such as "Glass Flying Bird", "Interstellar Train", etc., so few people will remember the song "Fly".

Sheng Xia can remember this melody so clearly because he likes that album so much, he can play the melodies written by Shi Ye with his eyes closed.

In fact, the person on the stage just dialed a short distance, and he accepted it as soon as he saw it.Soon the lead singer and the audience finished their nagging interactions, self-revealed and introduced the next song, the drums sounded, and the performance was about to continue.

Sheng Xia almost fumbled for his glasses out of his bag.

After putting on the glasses, the world in front of him became clear and bright, and he saw a somewhat familiar figure...

Dressed in black, wearing a hat and mask, he was the one who asked him the way before.It's just that now I'm playing the piano on the stage and accompaniment for others.

After that, Sheng Xia kept staring at that man in a strange way.

The man was dressed in a simple and low-key manner. Although it was tightly wrapped, it was not too obtrusive.

The songs passed one by one, halfway through the performance, he seemed to be a little hot, so he took off his hat and casually threw it into the crowd in the audience, his movements were naturally skillful as if he had done it thousands of times.

Following the cheers from the audience, Sheng Xia looked at the profile of the person on the stage, and felt that at that moment... his brain went numb from his fingertips.

At this moment, there are colorful lights on the stage, shaking back and forth very slowly, occasionally a cluster of red light hits the man's face, and the next moment it is dark blue light... The face is so blurry during the flickering of the lights, that Midsummer actually Only a rough figure could be seen, a... figure that appeared next to his 'universe' graffiti this afternoon.

He couldn't see that person's face clearly, he could only see that person's eyes, and his bony and slender fingers... Those hands were pressing on the strings, playing skillfully and flexibly.

The action is natural and beautiful.

At that moment, Sheng Xia was actually a little jealous of that piano.Being able to be played by such hands, maybe every note from that piano is happy, right?

The premise is, if it is really him.

The man in sight lowered his head and stepped on the pedal.That careless movement was so beautiful, Sheng Xia was stunned by that movement... He felt his heartbeat began to rush, became louder, and his brain vibrated, almost overshadowing the music in the livehouse.

Xie Hong didn't know when he touched it, and stood by Sheng Xia's side, putting his hand on his shoulder with a dull face at the moment.

Xie Hong whispered to him, "Xiao Shengxia, do you know who that person is playing the guitar on stage?"

Xie Hong's voice was full of laughter and anticipation, as if he had given him a gift, and was waiting for the other party to say: I like it very much.

Midsummer thought it was like a dream.

He looked at the man on stage, the man who seemed to be glowing even on the small stage.

He muttered to himself: "It's my dream."

is my dream.

He repeated in his mind——

Shi Ye.