"This is--"
"They are students from Fangcaodi." Lian Nishang sighed slightly as she spoke, seeming to think of her own student life. "These are the children of the selection group." There was an envious tone in her words.
Zhuo Yifan secretly wondered: This Lian Nishang had always been arrogant and looked down upon almost everyone except the "chief". She even regarded the court as an enemy and made many treasonous and contemptuous remarks. There is such a tone! The status of these "young fake boys" here is obvious!
If they could get such a "livery", Zhou Zhongjun and the others could approach Zhenkun openly and openly. The chances of success are a little higher.
Originally, Zhou Zhongjun and others had been moving around Dongmen City in the past few days, firstly to familiarize themselves with the terrain, and secondly, to try to buy the "liveries" of the Kun Thief students.
From the information collected by Zhuo Yifan, students are among the fake Kuns who are closer to the Kun thieves, and the real Kuns have less defense against them.
Unexpectedly, there is nowhere to buy student uniforms. The ready-made clothing industry here in Lingao is very developed. Almost all naturalized people buy ready-made clothes to wear. Even among the indigenous people, the ready-made clothes fit well and are cheaper than buying the materials themselves. Tailor-made fabrics are much more cost-effective and popular.
But this "livery" cannot be bought. The "work clothes" in the ready-made clothing store look very similar to the various "dress uniforms" of Kun Thief. They are all small double-breasted coats. But there are big differences in the details, and the difference in women's clothing is even greater. You can't even find anything similar to the female student uniforms in Fangcaodi. Zhou Zhongjun asked around and found out that these were "publicly issued" and could not be bought outside.
If not, let Zhou Zhongjun and others try to ambush a few female students...
While I was thinking wildly, suddenly there was a dense sound of footsteps behind me, coming very fast from far to near. In an instant, with an almost inaudible "Excuse me", a tall figure rushed towards where the two of them were standing.
Zhuo Yifan pushed Lian Nishang to the side almost subconsciously. He also took a step diagonally and turned back quickly, but this tight spot was not conducive to dodge. He felt a cool breeze blowing past his back, and a figure bumped into him. In a hurry, he could only stand still with a stake under his feet. The person who was still running quickly in the room seemed to be very arrogant, and he didn't realize that he almost bumped into the woman. He just turned around and said something like "Lock inside". He separated from the crowd and left. Zhuo Yifan vaguely saw that this person was a young man. He is quite tall, about six feet tall, with white clothes and loose hair.
The great disciple of Huashan was a little confused for a moment: "Isn't there strict rules in Lingao? Everything is in order, how can such a reckless person be tolerated? It's really strange!" He was a little aggrieved and entered the venue after Huangkou Xiao'er. Not only that, he was bumped into by someone for no apparent reason. If the martial arts practitioner hadn't had a strong foothold, he would have almost made a fool of himself in front of the policewoman Lian Nishang.
Lian Nishang was surprised: "Ah, this is the chief that Zuo Yamei mentioned last time. It is said that he is the only man with hair among the chiefs! Why did he come in alone? Isn't he with Leban?"
Zhuo Yifan wondered: "Is this a real Australian? Why doesn't he have a full head of hair?"
"Most of the leaders shave their heads. But Zuo Yamei told me that there is a male leader in the art troupe who has a different style of behavior. His appearance and speech are very different from their leader. By the way, now that I think about it, this is art. The Dongfang leader of the group, he is probably here 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 that there would be such a maverick Australian. It's really unexpected." Zhuo Yifan was immediately overjoyed. He didn't expect the thief to enter and leave the gym so casually. There was still this opportunity for observation, so I immediately followed Lian Nishang in.
Dongfang Ke, who often overslept and was late when working at the Finance and Finance Committee, rode his bicycle from the Bairen dormitory area to the gymnasium at a sprint speed. Then, in order to rush for time, he did not go around the small door commonly used by the elders, but walked through the main entrance. After forcing his way through the large crowd, he almost bumped into a certain onlooker wearing a long gown, and finally arrived at the stage when Liu Shuixin was already sitting in front of the piano.
"Huh, I overslept, sorry."
Nangong, who was standing on the podium, was not surprised at all: "Please go to the side and take a drink of water first."
"No, let's start directly. First go through the speed, and then focus on listening to the sound field and the response of the scene."
"Um, I just gave the string instrument a try, and it was okay. Well, let's rehearse first."
"Rehearsal repertoire: "Good News from Lingao Arrives in Li Village", percussion preparation."
Nangong raised the baton, and along with the long blast of the horn, the percussion bells cut in, and the melodious and cheerful piano sound sounded under the fingers of Dongfang and Liu Shuixin - the midi keyboard has not been adjusted yet, so they can only use it for the time being. The plucked piano guest-keys - giving this 20th century main theme folk music a strange mash-up feel.
Under the stage, Zuo Yamei, who had already finished her snacks, saw her best friends and hurriedly greeted them, "Come over here!".
"So you knew this was a rehearsal for the art troupe. If you had known, I would have come to see it earlier! Hehe, have you seen Chief Dongfang? He just ran past me." Lian Nishang started chatting with her best friend with a smile. , leaving Zhuo Yifan aside.
Zhuo Daxia, who was still in shock, watched the performance on the stage with great interest. This "Australian band" was unique in both its shape and the instruments used. The most surprising thing was that the real thief actually came off the stage in person. As a musician, men and women played the piano together, and he learned a lot about the Australian people's "no respect for one's dignity" style. On the other hand, this "Australian music" has a different momentum compared to the Ming Dynasty folk silk and bamboo. The strings are noisy, the bells and gongs are scattered in an orderly manner, the melody is palace, and the end is sonorous and enthusiastic. The huge fanqin Zhuo Yifan has heard of it, but This product of Thailand and Western countries can play dozens of tones. Two luthiers, male and female, are skilled together. There is also a "real beauty" on the stage, also wearing plain clothes, holding a wooden stick and dancing. It is very funny. The musicians who play gongs and drums are all Looking at him intently.
Suddenly the music entered Presto, becoming more and more passionate, and then the gongs and drums sounded, converging on a long note. The dancer holding the wooden stick also clenched one fist and froze his body. Only then did Zhuo Yifan roughly understand what he was doing. What.
"Wow, the leaders are really good at everything. They are also great 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 leader of the club that this art troupe gathers all the naturalized folk musicians from Lingao, and also has Chief Dongfang, Chief Nangong and Chief Liu personally performing, and the instruments used are also purchased from Macau. The leader Chief Okamoto has been busy a lot for this." Zuo Yamei continued. As for the private disputes between the chiefs over art resources that she overheard last time, as a police officer, she naturally has the awareness to keep it confidential.
"Oh, by the way, I was just here to watch the show! I ignored Master Zhuo. This little girl is being polite. What is this in your hands?"
"You're welcome, Miss Zuo. These are the Australian pancakes I bought in Dongmen City. You can try them, Miss." Zhuo Yifan had already given up on guarding men and women, and just wanted to win the trust of these two policewomen.
"Hey, wait, I've already had breakfast. Should we go to the fighting gym over there now to compete, or should we listen to the art troupe rehearse? There seems to be a program."
"Listen to it 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 Australian music has a really unique flavor!" In fact, he wanted to see more of the faces of these beauties, "It's just that these chiefs are playing the piano themselves, and I always feel disappointed. A bit decent..."
"Hey, don't you, Master Ming, also play chess, calligraphy and painting? Why can't the leader play the piano?" Lian Nishang turned around and choked, pouting.
Zhuo Shaoxia complained: How can the elegance of the study room be compared with performing on stage? He just stopped talking and stopped arguing.
The orchestra on the stage was changing seats and instrument arrangements. Dongfang Ke and Liu Shuixin came down. Okamoto greeted them and said: "Not bad, not bad. At such a fast speed, the basic rhythm levels of the piano and percussion are not messed up. It is still conducted by Nangong." Okay, but the sound field is still thin and the speakers need to be adjusted again.”
"Absolutely. This piece is relatively short, and they are quite proficient in it. I don't have anything to do with the next piece, "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon." I'll sit down and be a guest in the audience to hear the effect." Dongfang Ke didn't hold himself accountable to Okamoto. I was surprised to be late.
"Okay, you can find a place by yourself. I'll still be here to keep an eye on you. Comrade Liu..."
"I'll go to the stands opposite and listen!" Liu Shuixin also seemed very positive. As the backbone of the song and dance troupe before time travel, she was no longer satisfied with singing at the annual meeting. After all, the stage is where the artist's passion lies.
Dongfang Ke tied up his scattered hair with a hair rope, unbuttoned the first button of his silk shirt, walked alone to the stand where a group of onlookers were naturalized people, supported the railing, opened his legs and jumped up, in a shadow. Standing with hands folded, Nangong Hao on the stage directed the folk orchestra to start playing.
His toes were tapping, but Dongfang Ke's eyes were not looking at the stage. He was searching for something.
"Hey, Yamei, this Australian song seems to be very different from before?" Practicing Nishang doesn't know the music. There is no communication media in this era, and it is not easy for ordinary people to access all kinds of music.
"I also heard this during the last rehearsal. It is said that it is a folk tune from Fujian and Guangdong that was rewritten by Australian leaders."
Zuo Yamei obviously became a literary and artistic activist under the influence of the Senate, and she spoke eloquently.
Zhuo Yifan was staring at the musician playing the harp. He noticed that this man obviously had military appearance and came to play the harp for some unknown reason. Suddenly, his hair tightened, as if something was wrong. (To be continued.
