Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1579 The long-haired veteran in fluttering white clothes

"This is--"

"Students from Fangcaodi." Lian Nishang sighed slightly as she spoke, as if recalling her student life, "These are all children from the selection group." Her words revealed an envious tone.

Zhuo Yifan secretly wondered: This Lian Nishang has always been proud and arrogant, and almost no one is in her eyes except the "chief", and she regards the court as a vengeful enemy, and she has many contemptuous words of treason.How could there be such a tone!The status of these "juvenile fake hair" here is self-evident!

If such a "living dress" can be obtained, Zhou Zhongjun and the others can approach Zhen Kun openly.The chance of success is a little more.

In the past few days, Zhou Zhongjun and others have been active around Dongmen City. First, they are familiar with the terrain, and second, they try to buy the "uniforms" of the students of the bandits.

According to the information collected by Zhuo Yifan, the students were among the fake kuns who were closer to the kun thieves, and the real kuns were less prepared for them.

Unexpectedly, there is nowhere to buy student uniforms. The ready-made garment industry here is very developed in Lingao, and almost all the naturalized people buy ready-made clothes to wear. Tailoring is much more cost-effective and popular.

Only this "living dress" is not available for purchase.At first glance, the "work clothes" in the clothing store are quite similar to the various "living clothes" of the gangsters, all of which are double-breasted jackets.But there is a big difference in the details, and the difference in women's clothing is even greater.Fangcaodi's female student uniforms can't even be found in the market.Zhou Zhongjun inquired around, only to realize that these are "published" and cannot be bought outside.

If not, let Zhou Zhongjun and the others try to ambush a few female students...

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly dense footsteps sounded from behind, approaching very quickly from a distance, and in an instant, accompanied by a barely audible "excuse me", a tall figure rushed towards the place where the two were standing.

Zhuo Yifan pushed Lian Nishang slightly to the side almost subconsciously, and he also took a step diagonally, turning his head quickly, but the cramped place was not conducive to dodging, he felt the cool wind passing by his back, and a figure bumped into him, In a hurry, he had no choice but to stand still with the stakes on his feet. The man who was still running fast in the room seemed to be very arrogant. He didn't realize that he almost ran into the woman, but he just turned around and said "in the lock", and then separated from the crowd After leaving, Zhuo Yifan vaguely saw that this person was a young man, about six feet tall, with white clothes and hair.

The Huashan disciple was a little confused for a while: "Isn't there strict rules in this Lingao? Everything has an order, how can such a reckless person be tolerated? It's really strange!" Forget it, he was bumped into by an inexplicable person. If it wasn't for the fact that the martial arts practitioner had roots in his feet, he would have almost made a fool of himself in front of the policewoman Lian Nishang.

Lian Nishang was shocked and said: "Ah, this is the chief that Zuo Yamei mentioned last time. It is said that he is the only man with long hair among the chief! Why did he come in alone? Didn't he go with Le Ban?"

Zhuo Yifan wondered, "Is this a real Australian? Why don't you shave your hair?"

"Most of the chiefs shave their hair, but Zuo Yamei told me that there is a male chief in the art troupe who behaves differently. His appearance and speech are far from their chiefs. By the way, come to think of it, this is art. The Eastern Chief of the regiment, he probably came to participate in the cultural festival rehearsal today, let's go in, there is probably a program to watch inside!"

"Oh, I didn't expect such a maverick Australian. It's really unexpected." Zhuo Yifan was ecstatic at once. He didn't expect that the thief would come and go in and out of the gymnasium so casually, and he could still have this opportunity to observe. He immediately followed Lian Nishang walked in.

Dongfang Ke, who often overslept and came late when he was working at the Finance and Finance Committee, rode a bicycle from the Bairen dormitory area to the gymnasium at a sprint speed. The group of people forced their way through, and almost bumped into a certain onlooker wearing a long gown, and finally rushed to the stage when Liu Shuixin was already sitting in front of the piano.

"Phew, I overslept, sorry."

Nangong, who was standing on the podium, was not surprised at all: "Go to the side and drink some water slowly."

"No, let's start directly. Go through the speed first, and then the focus is to listen to how the sound field and reverberation feel at the scene."

"Uh, I tried the strings just now, and it's okay. Well, let's rehearse first."

"Rehearsal repertoire: "Lingao Good News to Lizhai", percussion preparations."

Nangong raised his baton, and accompanied by the long sound of the horn horn, the bell of the percussion music cut in, and the melodious and cheerful sound of the piano sounded from the bottom of Dongfang and Liu Shuixin's fingers - the MIDI keyboard has not been adjusted yet, and for the time being, it can only be used The plucked piano cameo on the keyboard-making this 20th century folk music with the main theme sound like a strange mash-up.

Under the stage, Zuo Yamei, who had already finished her snacks, saw her girlfriends and hurriedly greeted them, "Come over here!".

"So you know this is a rehearsal of the art troupe. If I had known, I would have come to see it earlier! Hehe, did you see Chief Dongfang? He ran past me just now." Lian Nishang chatted with his best friend with a smile , leaving Zhuo Yifan aside.

Zhuo Daxia, who was still in astonishment, enjoyed the performance on stage with great interest. This "Australian Music Troupe" is unique in both its shape and instruments. As a musician, a male and female ensemble played the same piano, and the Australians' "no respect or inferiority" style gave him a real lesson.On the contrary, this "Australian music", compared with the silk and bamboo folk music of the Ming Dynasty, has a different momentum, the strings are noisy, the bells and gongs are well arranged, the rhythm is the main palace, and the music is sonorous and enthusiastic. Zhuo Yifan, who has heard of the huge fanqin, is It is a product of Western and Western style, which can play dozens of tones. The male and female musicians cooperate skillfully. On the stage there is also a "Zhenmei", also in plain clothes, dancing with a wooden stick in his hand. It is very funny. Those musicians playing gongs and drums Watching him intently.

Suddenly the music entered the presto, becoming more and more exciting, and then the gongs and drums sounded, concluding on a long note, and the dancer holding the wooden stick clenched his fists tightly, and Zhuo Yifan probably understood what he was doing. What.

"Wow, the chiefs are really good at everything, and the chiefs are so good at playing the piano!" Lian Nishang was still immersed in the powerful "Australian Song melody", and couldn't help but start to "worship" again.

"I heard from the head of the club that this art troupe has gathered all the naturalized folk musicians in Lingao, and the head of the Dongfang, the head of Nangong, and the head of Liu personally played in the town, and the instruments used were also purchased from Macau. The head of the group Chief Okamoto has been busy with this a lot.” Zuo Yamei continued, as for the private disputes over art resources among the chiefs that she overheard last time, as a police officer, she naturally has the consciousness to keep it secret.

"Oh, by the way, I was patronizing to watch the performance just now! Hero Zhuo was left out in the cold, the little girl is so polite, what is this in the master's hand?"

"Miss Zuo, you're welcome. These are Australian pancakes bought in Dongmen City. You can try them." Zhuo Yifan had already given up any defense against men and women, and only wanted to win the trust of the two policewomen.

"Hey, let's not go ahead, I've already had breakfast. Shall we go to the fighting gym over there now to compete, or should we listen to the art troupe's rehearsal? It seems that there is still a show."

"Listen again! It's really amazing!" Lian Nishang seems to have become a loyal "fan" of the art troupe.

Zhuo Yifan also echoed: "It's so good, the rhythm of the Australians really has a special flavor!" In fact, he wanted to see the faces of these real women, "It's just that these chiefs are playing the piano in person, and they always feel disappointed. A decent…”

"Hey, don't you Mr. Daming also play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Why can't the chief not play the piano." Lian Nishang turned around and choked, his small mouth pouting.

Zhuo Shaoxia slandered: How can the elegant taste of the study be compared with performing on the stage, just stop talking and don't argue.

The orchestra on the stage was changing seats and musical instruments. Dongfang Ke and Liu Shuixin came down, and Okamoto greeted him and said, "Not bad, not bad, at such a fast speed, the basic rhythm level of the piano and percussion music is not messed up. Well, the sound field is still thin, and the sound needs to be adjusted again.”

"Almost, this song is relatively short, and they have practiced it proficiently. The next song "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon" has nothing to do with me. I will sit down and play a guest role in the audience and listen to the effect." Dongfang Ke didn't hold himself accountable for Okamoto. Surprisingly late.

"Okay, you find a place yourself, I'm still watching here, Comrade Liu, you..."

"I'll go to the opposite stand and listen!" Liu Shuixin also seemed very active. As the backbone of the song and dance troupe before time travel, she was no longer satisfied with singing at the yuan old party. After all, the stage is where the passion of the artist lies.

Dongfang Ke tied up his messy hair with a hair tie, unbuttoned the first button of his silk shirt, walked alone to the stand where a group of naturalized people were watching, and jumped up with his legs supported by the railing. Standing with hands folded, Nan Gonghao on the stage directed the folk orchestra to start playing.

His toes were beating the beat, but Dongfang Ke didn't look at the stage, he was searching for something.

"Hey, Yamei, this Australian song seems to be very different from before?" Practicing neon clothes has no rhythm at all. In this era without media, it is not easy for ordinary people to get in touch with all kinds of music.

"I also heard this in the last rehearsal. It is said that the folk tunes in Fujian and Guangdong were rewritten by the Australian chiefs."

Zuo Yamei obviously became a literary activist under the influence of the Senate, and she spoke clearly and clearly.

Zhuo Yifan was staring at the musician playing the huqin. He noticed that this person obviously had the appearance of a soldier, and he didn't know why he came to play the qin.Suddenly, his hairs tightened, as if he felt something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)