Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Yu Dongqing and the other two took a rest in the hotel in the afternoon. At seven o'clock in the evening, the temperature in the mountain city gradually dropped, although they drove straight to Nanshan in high spirits.

Arrive at the foot of Nanshan Mountain and take a look!

Oh, the whole mountain is filled with hot pot restaurants, and there is a strong smell of hot pot.

Yu Dongqing and the others found a hot pot restaurant halfway up the mountain and sat outside in the Jianyi pavilion, eating hot pot while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountain city.

Spicy dishes, paired with ice-cold beer, taste unique in the world of ice and fire.

"With this hot pot meal, your trip to Chongqing will be worthwhile." Zhang Yang held the tender mutton slices in one hand and a beer glass in the other, feeling very happy.

Liu Yimin ate the food slowly and said, "The hot pot in Chengdu is also good. Let's go to Chengdu next time."

"Yes, we will move to Chengdu next time!"

Although Du Hui is usually polite, he is really generous when eating hot pot. I guess what he ordered today was not spicy enough!

Damn it

Yu Dongqing couldn't stand it, and he actually said it wasn't spicy yet.

It seems that Hunanese people don’t like spicy food.

The four of them were eating and chatting when suddenly Zhang Yang's cell phone rang. He took it out and immediately walked to the side to answer the call. After a while, his face became very ugly when he came over.

"My dad was in a car accident and was hospitalized."

"Your father-in-law? Is it serious?" Liu Yimin was very surprised.

"It's not my father-in-law, it's my biological father! I just called my mother from Harbin. She was hit by a car while crossing the road. She is now in the hospital. The doctor said the situation is serious. My mother asked me to go back quickly."

Damn it!

The remaining people were stunned.

"I'm going to rush back to Harbin overnight. Let me see if there are any flights." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he picked up his phone and checked.

Soon, Ctrip found a direct flight from Chongqing to Harbin on the Internet. It took off at 11 o'clock in the evening, and there was still two and a half hours left.

"I won't go back to the hotel. I'll take a taxi directly to the airport." Zhang Yang made a decision quickly.

"ID card, have you brought your ID card?" Yu Dongqing reminded.

"I think I brought it with me." Zhang Yang took out his wallet, and his ID card was indeed there.

"You guys go on eating, I'll call a taxi." Zhang Yang said.

Something big happened to his family and he had to rush back to Harbin. How could anyone want to eat hot pot?

"Boss, check out!" Yu Dongqing shouted.

After paying the bills, several people followed Zhang Yang and hurried to the foot of the mountain. The online taxi was already waiting, so he quickly got in the car.

"be careful on the road!"

"Be careful along the way! Send us a message when you get to the airport."

Yu Dongqing and others gave instructions.

After Zhang Yang's car disappeared into the night, Yu Dongqing and the other three also called a taxi and hurried back to the hotel. The joyful scene on the road was no longer the same as when they first arrived, and everyone felt heavy in their hearts.

Not long after Yu Dongqing and the others rushed back to the hotel, they received a message from Zhang Yang in the group: they had passed the security check and were now boarding the plane. "

"Zhang Yang, don't worry. The old man is lucky and will get over it." Yu Dongqing sent a message to console him.

"That's right, medical treatment is now advanced."

The three of them spoke to comfort him.

"Thank you. But if I leave, what will happen to the show? I've hurt a few of my buddies." Zhang Yang sent a message.

"These are all small things. Your dad's is a big deal. Go back and take good care of him. Don't worry about other things." Yu Dongqing replied in the group.

The other two people also agreed.

But what Zhang Yang said is indeed a problem.

What about the show?

The next morning, Yu Dongqing got up and was washing up when her cell phone rang. It was Lu Ping, so she pressed the hands-free button.

"Dongqing, Zhang Yang sent me a WeChat message last night, saying that his father was in a car accident and he rushed back to Harbin?" Lu Ping said on the phone: "I saw WeChat this morning, and no one answered the call. I don't know now. How is it going?"

"I'm not sure either." Yu Dongqing briefly told what happened last night. Lu Ping on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before speaking.

"I hope the old man is fine. Dongqing, what about our performance? We are missing a bassist."

Yeah, there's a bass player missing.

Many people will think that the bass has an insignificant position in the band, and many people will even say that it is an electric guitar when they see the bass. However, the bassist actually has an important position in the band, second only to the lead singer.

A master in the industry once said: drums are the skeleton of music, then lead guitars, keyboards and other melodic instruments are the skin and clothes of music, while the low frequencies of bass are the muscles filling between the skeletons, determining the texture and quality of the entire music. contour.

Some people jokingly said that when we formed a band, Bass was his father.

Although Zhang Yang is a bit careless, he owns a music store, plays the bass very well, and is well-known in the industry.

This sudden inability to appear will definitely affect the entire performance.

I know this very well.

Hearing Yu Dongqing's silence on the other end of the phone, Lu Ping knew what he was thinking: "How about this? I'll lend you my team's bass player, Xiao Dao, how about it?"

"Ah, thank you, thank you." Yu Dongqing was overjoyed.

As his name suggests, Xiao Dao Ren is not too old and is less than thirty. He is usually taciturn, but he also plays the bass quite well, even better than Zhang Yang.

When the three of them were having dinner in the restaurant in the morning, they talked about this and heard that Lu Ping was willing to let their bassist come over to help. Of course they were very happy.

"I wonder what's going on with Zhang Yang?" Yu Dongqing asked, "He doesn't reply to messages in the group."

"I called just now and didn't answer the phone," Du Hui said.

"Probably busy."

A few minutes later, Zhang Yang called, and it was to Yu Dongqing. He turned on the speakerphone.

"Have you seen the old man? How is he doing?" Yu Dongqing asked quickly.

"It's not good. I was admitted to the ICU and I'm still in a coma." Zhang Yang's voice revealed fatigue: "I'm in the hospital now."

"You should also pay attention to your health and don't get tired." Liu Yimin said.

"I know I'm going back to Harbin, what about tomorrow night's performance?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Lu Ping also mentioned this just now, saying that the knife from their band came to help."

"That's good, I'm relieved."

"It's important that you don't worry about our affairs, old man. It's so far away and we can't go there to visit. If you need any help, just ask the manager."

"Thank you. It's not needed at the moment."

A few people chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.

After lunch, Xiao Dao and Bei rushed to the hotel where Yu Dongqing and the others were staying. There was a handsome young man wearing a vest and long hair.

But the young man was quite shy. When he saw Yu Dongqing and the others, he said, "Brother Lu Ping asked me to come over to help. Don't laugh at me."

Damn it

You are a professional bass player!

Seeing him, Yu Dongqing thought of Zhang Ju, the bassist of the Tang Dynasty band in that time and space.

Everyone chatted for a while. This time Xiaodao came here mainly to cooperate with everyone. Yu Dongqing had already contacted a place called 69 Music Workshop, and everyone went there to rehearse.

Xiao Dao can also sing the songs that Qing Mang Lu Band will sing, so he is naturally familiar with the melody, and they just need to get along with each other.

At seven o'clock in the evening on the 23rd, the Midi Music Festival officially opened, and the Caribbean Water World was crowded with people and fell into a carnival.

Yu Dongqing's Green Mango Band is scheduled to make its fourth appearance on the first night, around nine o'clock in the evening, the prime time for the official performance.

Everything was ready. Yu Dongqing and the others were about to appear backstage. He was just about to turn his cell phone to silent when he received a call from Zhang Yang.

There was a cry in her voice: "Holly, my dad is gone!"

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