Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 573: Press F to Enter the Tank

The little girl blinked her shiny eyes and said, “Lin Uncle, haven’t you followed the official account of Ji’an radio station? Sweet lady made a special program about the resurrection of the sewing machine band, and invited Hu Uncle over as a guest. It said that Jianguo Big sis could not be found. I hope everyone will see her help me and tell me that the sewing machine band is waiting for their bassist.”

She called Hu Liang Uncle, Ding Jianguo Big sis, what kind of generation is this.

Of course, this is not the key, the key is sweet sister.

Lin Yue finally knew why Hu Liang was embarrassed to tell the details of this incident. It turned out that he had made such a big sacrifice in order to get him to the garage.

Recalling the “sweet” appearance in the movie, Lin Yue couldn’t help but shudder. Could it be…press F to enter the tank?

“opened?”

“Huh?” Hu Liang reacted for a while, and shook his head quickly: “Can’t drive, can’t drive.”

Lin Yue said, “The manual gear can’t be turned on, but the automatic gear can be put on.”

Hu Liang’s expression was the same as that of constipation.

The corner of Sun Tong’s mouth was slightly cocked, and his smirk was really a bit ridiculous.

Xixi looked at them both curiously: “What are you talking about?”

Yang Shuangshu quickly picked up a bunch of wings from the oven, and changed the subject: “Xixie, can Grandpa use the wings in his hand for your cabbage?”

“Grandpa, isn’t there one person in the wings?”

“Grandpa is old and can’t eat too fatty. The cabbage is good and can be supplemented with vitamins.”

Speaking of replacing the cabbage in Xixi’s hands with the wings, he stared at Lin Yue and Hu Liang, meaning you two should be careful not to spoil the kids.

Lin Yue patted Hu Liang on the shoulder: “I am embarrassed.”

“Really not!”

“Okay, no.”

“What’s your face?”

“What’s my face?”

…

Changchun, also known as the Northland Spring City, is one of the central cities in the old industrial base in Northeast China. It is connected to Shenyang in the south and Harbin in the north. As the capital of the Puppet Manchukuo, it has a large number of historical and cultural monuments and industrial heritage.On this day, the commercial vehicle carrying Lin Yue, Hu Liang and others stopped at the front yard of Jilin TV Station. The person in charge of picking up the vehicle took them to the building where the studio was located.

A few days ago when they were having dinner on the rooftop of the garage, Lin Yue received a call from a member of the music program “Singing the Motherland” of the provincial TV station, asking if they were interested in coming over to participate in the show.

You know that Sewing Machine Band is a band from the northeast county town. Because of its grounding, there is also a good story that is moving. In addition, there is a combination of old and old Chinese medicine practitioners, small to elementary school students, and a combination of a car repairer and a rich second generation. For non-urban residents and residents of small and medium-sized cities who have gradually become democratic in the Internet, they have an affinity far surpassing that of literary and artistic youths in large cities.

Kuaishou video has been very popular in the Northeast in the past two years. Because of the user group, the sewing machine band has been well received and loved by the audience. The ratings of satellite TV stations in Northeast China are affected by the loss of population, the rise of new media, and the increasing content of online culture and entertainment. In order to cater to the tastes of young domestic audiences and save the shaky ratings, the members of the “Singing the Motherland” column decided to break the shackles and invite some Internet celebrities to participate in the show. The sewing machine band that can tell a good story, naturally Become the object of their priority contact.

“Brother Yue, I’m very nervous, are you nervous? Oh, you are a big broker from BJ, someone who has seen the world, you must not be nervous. What about Xixi? Lao Yang, can you stop sweating? Jianguo Jianguo, if you take off your headphones, you can’t hear others talking to you. Sun Tong, you pinch me and tell me this is not a dream.”

When they came to the backstage, the column team asked them to rest and relax. Instead of relaxing, Hu Liang looked tense, and the sweat on his forehead dampened the roots of his hair.

Of course, Lin Yue will not be nervous about stage fright about this matter. In the world of “If You Are the One”, he has appeared in “If You Are the One” and “Interview Tonight” in “I Am the World of Yu Huanshui”. Now he has participated in a musical performance on provincial TV stations. Just two songs, what’s to worry about.

In fact, according to the original plan, there was only one song, but a guest was temporarily unable to make it. He had a good chat with the female leader of the column team, and finally won time for two songs.

“What’s so nervous? It’s not a live broadcast, just relax. Have you recite the lines I told you to recite?”

Hu Liang said with a bitter face: “Why don’t you let Jianguo say that you know that I have a big tongue, you are not afraid that when I speak, all the audience below will be scared away?”

Lin Yue said: “What you want is your recognizable voice, don’t you understand it?”

Hu Liang shook his head: “I don’t understand.”

Lin Yue glared at him, walked to a place where he could see the front desk, and opened the curtain to look outside.

The audience was full of audiences, mostly young people. A few girls were holding light sticks in their hands, and some were holding wooden signs with crooked graffiti, mostly portraits. Next to them were cheering, hard work, and sing encouragement. Text.

There is a big treble clef in the middle of the stage, shining brightly by the lights on the top of the stage and small lights on the edge. On the screen behind the stage is a big red flag waving like a sea wave, with the four characters “Sing of the Motherland” in the middle.

The female host in a purple evening dress walked to the center of the stage, and the audience under the watchtower smiled and said: “In a small border town called Ji’an, there is such a band. Its members are innocent and cute elementary school students, and some are about to leave their jobs. The old Chinese doctor, and the car repairer who dreamed of forming an own band since childhood…Yes, its name is Sewing Machine Band, a band formed to protect the dream of rock and roll. Today, we sing the motherland column group I invited them here from Ji’an, and hope they can bring us a journey of nature with their singing.”

The hostess paused and continued: “Please, Sewing Machine Band.”

A burst of smoke skyrocketed, the main lights of the studio went out instantly, and the stage gradually dimmed.

As the elevator lifted the five Lin Yue from under the stage, a beam of light fell, illuminating Hu Liang’s face.

“Hello everyone, my name is Hu Liang. I am the home and guitarist of the Sewing Machine Band. I believe that everyone knows about us and the big guitar. After a period of depression, the Sewing Machine Band is now resurrected. I want to say, very much. I’m glad to be on the stage of “Singing the Motherland”, and the next song is “Choose C”. I hope everyone will like it.”

The fog on the court faded, and four lights fell, illuminating the faces of Lin Yue, Xixi, Ding Jianguo and Lao Yang.

Kaka~cha~

The sound of the cymbal is ill, and the sound of the piano is loud.

Hu Liang leaned closer to the microphone.

You always ask questions, with ABC hanging behind.

I filled in ACDC, but you called me mud.

I just want to keep my true color and youthful spirit.

I’m in the November rain, and I’m not promising to hear you scold me.

Burn yourself for dreams, don’t breathe in mediocrity.

What I want is not here, the answer you want is meaningless.

…

After five minutes, the song ends.

There was enthusiastic applause from the audience, and the light stick shook into a river.

In addition to the applause, some people chanted “Sewing Machine Band” and “One more song.”

Hu Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “The second song to be played next is our band’s new song. Everyone knows that the Sewing Machine Band disbanded for a while in mid-September, and the Ji’an Night Concert was also We were ashamed of the expectations of everyone, and the big guitar… the big guitar was also torn down. It was during that period of depression, I walked on the street, watching those who had to end because of the impact of the emerging business system. The old store that is open has been lost for a long time. It was this experience that helped me complete the following song, “He who does not have an ideal is not sad”, I hope everyone will like it.”

When he finished speaking, please pluck the strings, close his eyes and move closer to the microphone.

My favorite record store, yesterday was her last day.

The fragments that once made me intoxicated are all scattered on the side of the street.

My favorite bookstore, she has not survived this summer.

Memories are flowing with nostalgia, but there is nothing to miss.

Just like those dreams I used to have, they became vague and invisible.

…

Another five minutes passed.

As the last note faded, the scene was quiet for a while, and then there was more intense applause than the previous one. Several young girls stood up, folded their hands together, and shouted “Sewing machine, I love you” to the stage.

“thanks, thanks.”

Hu Liang said, “Thank you everyone for being able to like it.”

After speaking, he bowed deeply to the audience on stage.

“In addition, please allow me to take the stage of “Song of the Motherland” on behalf of the band members to express my sincerest gratitude to the band manager Lin Yuelin who can bring us together and give us encouragement and support. Without you, we cannot retrieve our lost ideals.”

“Sewing machine, sewing machine, sewing machine, sewing machine…”

Although the singing has stopped, the cheers in the audience are still there, and it has not subsided for a long time.

“Both choose C”.

“He who does not have ideals is not sad.”

What they carry is the spiritual journey of this band from scratch, to perish, and to resurrection.

…

After half an hour.

When everyone walked out of the studio, Hu Liang’s face was still flushed like a monkey’s butt. Although he did not go out for performances before, he went to construction sites, nursing homes, kindergartens, middle schools, enterprise parks and so on. Hall, you know this is going to be on TV, which means they will soon become celebrities.

Just like Lin Yue said, Ji’an’s big guitar is gone, but Ji’an’s sewing machine is up.

“Brother Yue, is it time to go to a celebration banquet next?”

Xixi said, “You know how to eat.”

“Oh, when will it be your little girl’s turn to say you are Uncle? Believe it or not, I will leave you here and not take you back to Ji’an.”

“Then I will call 110 to sue you for kidnapping and let you go to prison.”

“You… you really follow your mother, it’s ruthless.”

Hu Liang was so shocked by her that she had no choice but to grit his teeth.

At this time, Ding Jianguo walked to Lin Yue and stopped him: “What is the meaning of the lines you taught Hu Liang to recite?”

Hu Liang kept those words in his mind and didn’t think too much, but she was different. She always felt that it was not a mere scene, and Mr. Lin seemed to be plotting something.

Lin Yue blinked at her: “Do you want to know?”

Ding Jianguo nodded.

Lin Yue said, “I won’t tell you.”

“you……”

Sun Tong, who was walking behind, saw Ding Jianguo deflated, and a chuckle flashed across his mouth. Since Mr. Lin said that, it means there must be a good show behind.