After He Xiao said his name, he let the other person leave.
He didn't know that someone had moved in next door, and he didn't care. To him, what happened tonight was just a very unmemorable thing. After the other person left, he forgot about it.
When Tang Miao knocked on the door, He Xiao had just gotten up. He had received a call from a friend in the band, who wanted to have dinner together in the evening and talk about the new song. After Tang Miao left, He Xiao also changed his clothes, and then left home.
The place my friend booked to eat was a food stall with good food. In the summer in Huaicheng, the nights were also particularly hot and humid. The food stall was located in the old city of Huaicheng, with low houses along the street. There was a barbecue grill in the house and plastic tables and chairs outside. At this time, three or two tables of guests were eating skewers with beer. He Xiao got off the taxi and walked to the table where his friend was.
"Ah Xiao."
As soon as He Xiao arrived, the guitarist Qi Yuan, who was sitting at the table, called him. He Xiao walked to his side, and the two of them briefly greeted each other, and He Xiao sat next to him.
After sitting down, He Xiao also greeted the bassist Lin Ye and the drummer Ji Bang.
These are the four main members of He Xiao's band Howling Past.
Whistling Past was formed by He Xiao and Qi Yuan when he was seventeen years old. From the initial patchwork musicians to the later joining of Lin Ye and Ji Bang, the band gradually took shape and became stable. Now He Xiao is twenty-three years old, and it has been six years.
In the past six years, Howling Passing has gained some fame in the band circle with its unique band style. Of course, a band's fame cannot last long just by relying on its band style. The initial fame of Howling Passing was due to the song written by He Xiao six years ago.
He Xiao is the core of the band Howling Past. In addition to being the lead singer and keyboardist of the band, another important reason is that most of the band's songs are written by him. He Xiao has his own unique style for music and songs, and endless inspiration and new ideas. This is also an important reason for the band's development. For music fans, there seems to be no shortage of new songs from Howling Past, and none of them are bad.
For a band, gatherings between members, besides rehearsals in the rehearsal room, also include meetings between members regarding new songs and performances.
Anyone who forms a band is born with a rebellious streak. The meetings that pass by are also held very casually, either at a food stall, in a bar, or even backstage after a performance...
Anyway, for things like this, everyone looks to He Xiao's opinion. After all, he wrote the song, and if he wants to talk, he can quickly bring everyone together.
We were just going to have dinner together tonight, but now that the band has reached their current level, they have been invited to music festivals and performed. Summer is the peak season for music festivals, and the band has not been idle during this period, having just returned from a performance at the South City Music Festival.
After returning, the band just had to wait for the next performance. For a band of their fame, there is usually no shortage of performance opportunities. They are invited to music festivals all over the country and livehouses in Huaicheng. Even in local livehouses, Howling Passing can become the finale performance band at midnight.
After He Xiao sat down, Qi Yuan started to take his order and asked, "Would you like some beer? What kind of meat do you want? I'll ask the boss to grill some for you."
The four members of Howling Passing are all about the same age, especially Qi Yuan, who grew up with He Xiao and is the same age. They have the best relationship in the band. He Xiao is mainly responsible for performances and songwriting, while Qi Yuan is responsible for connecting with work outside the band. Performances and the like are usually contacted directly by him.
After Qi Yuan finished speaking, He Xiao told him what he wanted to eat. Qi Yuan ran to talk to the boss cheerfully, and after he finished speaking, he came back and brought He Xiao a bottle of cold beer.
Not long after, He Xiao's food came up, and everyone sat back on the plastic chairs with beer, eating and chatting.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when He Xiao arrived at the food stall. Huaicheng might have rain recently, and it was especially hot and humid at night, with the air full of hot and humid air.
Even in such an uncomfortable environment, it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of eating and eating skewers. At nine o'clock in the evening, in addition to the food stall where He Xiao and his friends were, several other food stalls connected to it also had people. Everyone gathered at one table, and the low restaurant door had a high-wattage light on, and a huge fan was making a noisy sound outside mixed with the chatter of everyone.
This area is the old city of Huaicheng. Since He Xiao was a child, this has been a street with a lot of people, and it is even more crowded on summer nights.
Naturally, there are business opportunities in crowded places. While people are eating, some flower and jewelry vendors will come to the tables of the food stalls and ask if they want to buy some flowers and jewelry to take home.
Among these vendors selling flowers and accessories, there are also some other people.
The weather was too hot, and He Xiao's appetite was average. After eating something simple, he sat there and chatted with Qi Yuan and the others. He Xiao sat on a plastic chair, listening to Qi Yuan talking about the performance plan at the livehouse tomorrow. His eyes passed over the noisy crowd and fixed on a thin figure not far away.
He was a boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old.
The boy was wearing a school uniform and holding a guitar in his arms. He wandered around the edge of each table, asking the other party something. After he finished telling them his intention, most of the other party shook their heads and refused when they saw his appearance.
Not long after, he walked to the table near He Xiao and the others.
"gentlemen."
Maybe it was because He Xiao and the others looked too stylish, the boy was a little timid when he came over with his guitar. He called out first, and the four men all looked at him. The boy looked at Lin Ye, who seemed to have the most good intentions, and asked.
"Would you like to listen to some music?"
After the little boy finished speaking, the four people at the table fell silent. After the silence, Qi Yuan looked at Lin Ye, Lin Ye looked at Ji Bang, and when the three of them met their eyes, they all looked at He Xiao at the side and laughed out loud.
For them, they always sing for others, but few people sing for money here. Among the three people, Lin Ye and Ji Bang laughed relatively restrainedly, while Qi Yuan laughed unscrupulously, even slapping his thigh while laughing.
"Hahahaha! Xiao, do you want to listen to some music?"
When the three men were laughing, the little boy seemed to be frightened by their reactions. He subconsciously wanted to leave. Before leaving, he finally had the courage to look at the tall man who looked the most difficult to mess with.
Compared to the smiles of the other three people, the man's expression was not so exaggerated, but there was a smile in his eyes, which was not scary, but somewhat friendly.
Seeing his smile, the little boy felt a little relieved.
"Have you placed any orders today?" He Xiao asked.
He Xiao asked this question. The little boy looked at him, tightened his hands around the guitar, and said, "No."
Listening to music is too illusory. It is different from selling flowers or accessories. With flowers and accessories, you spend money and get the goods in your hands, but with singing, you can't keep anything after listening to it.
Besides, singing is also about how well the singer sings. If he sings well, the money will be spent, but the little boy obviously looks average, and he almost can't hold the guitar in his arms.
"Sing it."
After the boy finished speaking, He Xiao said this.
Perhaps because He Xiao did not give him such a cold feeling, the boy was still a little nervous, but he also relaxed a lot. After hearing what He Xiao said, the boy's eyes jumped for a moment, and then, his fingers slid across the strings, and he sang while playing.
The little boy sang so-so.
He sang a catchy pop song with a simple tune that most people can learn. Although he did not sing out of tune, he sang the song without skill or emotion. In addition, he did not play the guitar very skillfully, and even missed several notes and missed several beats.
The little boy became less and less confident as he sang, and at the end, his voice was almost gone.
Singing at this level was almost like destroying his own place. It was even said that when he was singing, people at the next few tables looked over here, and after listening to his song, they all laughed.
The little boy's face turned red from the laughter. He lowered his head and hugged his guitar. He felt a little embarrassed to ask for money. As he stood there stiffly, the man asked a question.
"Have you eaten yet?"
The little boy raised his head and looked at him. After looking at him, he shook his head.
A kid who can come out to sing at night must be suffering. After the little boy shook his head, He Xiao and Qi Yuan beside him said, "Ask the boss to make a bowl of plain noodles."
After He Xiao finished making the arrangements, Qi Yuan responded, "Okay."
After that, Qi Yuan pulled a chair over and said to the little boy, "Sit here. I'll ask the boss to give you a blowjob."
Qi Yuan spoke enthusiastically. The little boy looked at him, then at He Xiao, and finally sat obediently between He Xiao and Qi Yuan. When he sat down, he held the guitar in his arms, which took up some space, but he didn't put the guitar down. He Xiao looked at the guitar in his arms and asked, "Can I see it?"
After He Xiao finished speaking, the little boy looked up at him, then pursed his lips and handed him the guitar.
He Xiao took the guitar and placed his slender, cold white fingers between the strings. His fingers were distinct and beautiful. After placing them on the guitar, He Xiao's fingers slid across the strings.
The strings were gently swept, making the sound of a guitar. He Xiao listened to the sound and tuned the guitar.
After tuning the strings, He Xiao placed the guitar on his legs, pressed the strings of the guitar with his fingers, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he held the guitar and started playing.
This is a completely different performance from the one the little boy played just now.
Almost as soon as his fingers brushed across the strings, the moment the first piece of music flowed out from under the strings, the people at the next table and even the next table who had just turned their heads turned over at the same time.
The little boy looked at him in surprise.
He Xiao is a natural musician and a natural lead singer.
As his fingers swept across the strings, the originally clumsy guitar strings vibrated peacefully along the surface of the lake like plucked ripples.
His guitar playing skills were neither too good nor too bad. When the tune came out, He Xiao held the guitar and sang a song.
His voice is not the magnetic, hoarse, smoky voice of a rock band, but a clear, boyish voice. Even in a low tone, one can hear the surging vitality in his voice.
This kind of sound is not uncommon, but among the uncommon sounds, He Xiao has another unique and clear sense of story. The melody of the song is accompanied by the lyrics, like a train running on the rails.
Whizzing past.
As He Xiao sang, the noisy environment around him calmed down slowly, just like wheat waves smoothed by the wind. Even Lin Ye and Ji Bang at the table, as well as Qi Yuan who had just brought over the noodles, looked at him quietly.
Singing was a very common thing for He Xiao. Just like breathing, he sang a song that no one had ever heard before in a lazy and cold tone.
The little boy listened intently, and even when He Xiao finished singing, he didn't take his eyes off him.
He Xiao's fingers swept across the strings, and the last note ended as his fingers stopped. He pressed the strings at hand and looked up at the little boy who was looking at him.
Looking at the surprise and amazement in the boy's eyes, He Xiao laughed and said.
"What are you standing there for?"
"Go collect the money."
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