"Brother Liang! Why aren't there any of your songs on these CDs?" Xu Mei rummaged through the CDs for a while but couldn't find any of Liang Liang's songs, so she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"Our songs are only being released on cassette tapes now; CDs will probably be released in Xianggang in a while."
"Oh! When your brother releases a CD, be sure to bring me a copy!"
"good!"
After Liang Feng ran into his room to play video games, Liang Qiuqiu and Xu Mei ran out, and Liang Liang took out two bankbooks and handed them to his mother.
One of these two passbooks has a face value of 150,000.
This is Liang Liang's income from the Haiyun Dance Hall this month; he gave the remaining 150,000 to Qin Wenju.
There is also a fixed deposit passbook with a face value of 50,000.
This 50,000 yuan is the money from the band's performances and some miscellaneous income.
The revenue sharing between his own albums and other people's albums had not been settled before the end of the year.
He planned to settle the dividends after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
These passbooks should naturally be kept at home; he's not going to carry them around the streets.
When Liang Liang's mother saw so many small circles on the bankbook, she was once again agitated, wondering where to put all these scraps of paper.
After lunch, Liang Liang went to the brigade headquarters and used the brigade's phone to call Qin Wenju.
Qin Wenju seemed to be taking a nap; Liang Liang vaguely heard her yawning.
Who is it?
"I am Liang Liang!"
"You don't miss me, do you?"
This statement alone suggests that Qin Wenju was alone in her office; otherwise, she wouldn't have spoken so recklessly.
She was alone in the office, but Liang Liang wasn't alone in his office, so he held the phone tightly to his ear, afraid that someone would hear him.
"Is your Volga still there?"
"Yes, I'm here! What do you want?"
"Lend me your car for a few days during the Chinese New Year, it will be convenient to visit relatives and friends."
"If you want it, you can have it. Come and drive it!"
What's wrong with this woman? Isn't she a born spendthrift? She gives everything away for free. Is she planning to give away her own person one day too?
"I'll only be working for ten days or half a month during the Chinese New Year. I'll pay you back after the New Year!"
"If you want to keep it, then keep it and drive it. Anyway, I'm not planning to sell it. Soviet cars aren't worth much now."
The Soviet Union no longer exists, but Qin Wenju still can't change her way of speaking.
"Then I'll go drive it tomorrow morning!"
"You're coming tomorrow morning?" Qin Wenju's tone immediately became urgent.
"I went there in the morning and came back at noon."
"Such a short time?"
“I called you from our brigade. It won’t be right if we talk for too long. Let’s talk when we meet tomorrow.”
"Alright then! Come early tomorrow morning."
Even if he arrives at Yahe earlier, it will be around nine o'clock. How earlier can it be?
Winter isn't summer; it's not even light until after 7 a.m. How could he possibly get up and go to Yahe before dawn?
Isn't that just being bored out of your mind?
When Liang Liang came out after making a phone call from the brigade, he saw Xu Mei riding her bicycle with a guitar on her back as she came out of her house.
"Are you going or not? If you go, I'll carry you."
"You're going alone? What time are you coming back this afternoon? Aren't you scared if you come back too late?"
From Liangshuiwan to Dabaozi, you have to cross a small hill. Apart from an orchard, the hill is all land, with no villages.
If Xu Mei comes back after dark, this road is still quite terrifying.
"I'll be back before the sun sets."
Liang Liang also felt unsafe.
What a loss it would be if such a beautiful flower were destroyed by bad people.
"I'll go home and put on a cotton-padded coat."
Their route from this street to Dabaozi passes right in front of Liang Liang's house and leads up to Dongshan.
Xu Mei waited for Liang Liang to come home and put on his cotton-padded coat while holding his bicycle at the door of Liang Liang's house.
Wearing just a cotton-padded coat isn't enough; you also need to wear cotton-padded shoes.
Liang Liang came out of the house, looking bulging and dressed.
After thinking for a moment, he brought out his father's old-fashioned bicycle.
He suggested that Xu Mei leave her bicycle at his house, and he could carry her on one bicycle.
Once you reach the top of Dongshan Mountain, walk north for about three miles from the summit and then descend the mountain. After walking another mile and a half, you will arrive at Dabaozi Village.
Under Xu Mei's direction, Liang Liang parked the car at a house with five large brick houses and a flat-roofed shed.
At this family's home, he met all the members of the folk music band.
Xu Mei was right. Apart from the suona player, who was a 30-year-old middle-aged man, the other three members of the band were young people in their eights or nines: two girls and one boy.
This was truly unexpected for Liang Liang.
Children from rural families don't have the time or inclination to learn this.
"Let me introduce you. This is my mentor, Liang Liang. He's quite famous now. He's the lead singer of the Blue Shark band and has just released an album, the one you've all heard called 'Hometown'."
Upon hearing this, the young men cheered and surrounded Liang Liang.
"Don't listen to Xu Mei's nonsense, how could I be qualified to be her master?"
Xu Mei didn't care about Liang Liang's nonsense.
"My teacher said that once I've mastered the skill, he'll give me an electric guitar, worth several thousand!"
This guy can't keep a secret, yet he tells everyone everything!
The man playing the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) is surnamed Gao, and his given name is quite comical, Gao Xing (meaning "happy"). He is the founder of their folk music band.
Liang Liang tossed a pack of cigarettes to Gao Xing.
"Hello, Master Gao!"
He greeted Liang Liang with a happy smile.
Gao Xing is a descendant of a family that plays the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument). His grandfather was very famous in this generation and was nicknamed "Gao the Suona Player".
In the past, whenever someone had a wedding or funeral, their grandfather would bring a few musicians to play the trumpet.
Later, during the period of destroying the Four Olds, it was forbidden to blow it.
Gao Xing loved fiddling with these things when he was little, and his grandfather taught him to play the suona when he was alive.
The other young men also had some family traditions.
Their grandparents' generation worked in makeshift troupes before liberation, and that's how these skills were passed down.
The tools they use are all heirlooms, and almost all of them are worthy of being in a museum.
It's a miracle that these guys survived the destruction of the Four Olds.
"Xiao Liang! You're a serious band player, give us some feedback."
I said it happily and sincerely.
"Uncle Gao! We play Western instruments, and I really don't know anything about folk music. I can't really say anything about it. I'm just here to watch the fun. If you want to compose some pop songs, I can give you some suggestions."
"Alright! We'll play a section, and you can see how well it goes."
That's a good option.
So, this folk music band, which didn't yet have a name, played a piece of music.
The piece is a popular song called "About Winter".
Although the piece was played in tune, the overall arrangement felt messy.
It seems that each instrument is playing its own game, without a core and without a clear distinction between primary and secondary elements.
They're fine for casual entertainment, but they'd falter if they were to step onto a more serious stage.
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