"Teacher Su, we're here."
Pulling open the van, Su Chen got out of the car with the suona box, and the photographer followed closely behind with his equipment.
The family in front of him was different from the white mourning hall that Su Chen had imagined.
Holy water, candles, crosses…
There were many people coming in and out, but they were all dressed in black. The funeral was mainly black, and it was obvious that it was a religious custom.
Only the elegiac couplet and wreath sent by the neighbors at the door still gave off a familiar feeling.
A few middle-aged men in black burial robes stood there. When they saw someone coming, they walked forward and bowed deeply.
This was the host of the funeral.
In the spacious courtyard, there was a line of memorial flowers in the middle. Under the canopy on both sides, there were two spotlights. A few people in black dresses stood with western instruments in their hands.
The French horn, strings, violin, trombone, and other percussion instruments all looked as if they had been brushed with oil.
One of them was the most excited. His hair was combed meticulously, and he was blowing the French horn with his cheeks puffed up.
"Funeral March." Su Chen looked at the relatives and friends of the deceased who were dressed plainly and heard the song.
In rural areas, there were not many people who held such a standard western-style funeral.
Or even…
"Disagreement!"
Su Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard that. He looked sideways and saw Old Man Li shaking his head with a regretful expression.
A few fashionable old men dressed similarly also surrounded them. They were the Sunflower band that Old Man Li had mentioned.
"Teacher Su, this toothless one is our bass player.”
"The one in the cast is a guitar player.”
"The drummer in our band is the one who's laughing like a fool. F * ck, can you pay attention to the occasion?”
"…I'm sorry, Teacher Su. I'm 89 years old and often pee my pants.”
After Old Man Li finished speaking, he quickly took out a few pieces of paper to clean up the drummer.
Su Chen quickly waved his hand and made a rock 'n' roll gesture to show that he didn't mind.
So what if an 89-year-old rock singer peed in his pants?
After introducing Su Chen to the band members, the bassist and guitar player cursed as they helped the drummer away. Old Man Li wiped his hands and looked at Su Chen apologetically.
Then, she put her hands on her hips and raised her chin at the portrait in the room.
"The one lying inside is called Old Wang. He's the lead singer of our band.”
"This wimp, a cancer patient, left early. Now, there are only four of us left in our band. We don't even have a lead singer.”
"What a disappointing old thing."
The funeral march had been replaced by a Requiem by Wolfgang Amadeus.
Hearing Old Li say this, Su Chen did not know how to respond.
Old Li didn't seem to want to grieve. He was afraid that it would be unnecessary.
It was not comforting. He had been the lead singer of the band for most of his life. Others might not know, but Su Chen knew what everyone in the band meant to each other.
Even the relatives of the main family couldn't compare.
After a moment of silence, Old Li came back to his senses.
When they saw Su Chen, they knew that Su Chen was on the same side as them. They could not help but say more.
"Hey, let's not talk about that old thing.”Old Li scratched the back of his head.
"We brothers have already made an appointment to send each other off at each other's funeral. So later, you will sing, and you will sing rock music.”
"Speaking of which, it was fate that I met you. I was just about to look for a lead singer when I saw you.”
"You're the lead singer I specially hired. Later, you'll be the lead. The few of us old fellows can make do and listen to your arrangements!”
Before Su Chen could say anything, a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over.
"Uncle Li, where did you find this young man?”
"With the current economic situation in the country, have young people already started to take up free jobs?”
As he said this, the middle-aged man glanced at the suona in Su Chen's hand.
A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
The middle-aged man was Old Wang's son.
After living abroad for so many years, she had long been unable to adapt to life in China, so she held a western-style funeral.
Although he did not spend much time with his father, he always knew that his father had lived a decent life.
As far as he was concerned…flowers, black curtains, and the Funeral March.
This represented dignity.
Suona, this kind of traditional musical instrument, was difficult to reach the elegant hall.
If it wasn't for the old man's dying wish, he wouldn't have let the old man blow the suona. It was only on account of the old master's last wish that he allowed these uncles to make trouble.
The middle-aged man thought that he had good manners and could tolerate the time of a song.
After that, they could go to the church to pray.
Old Li was about to say something when Su Chen stepped forward and waved his hand to interrupt him.
"Who said that the young people in the country are doing things for free?”
"You can also take on red affairs."
……
On the other side.
Seeing that the host was arranging something, the trumpeting player of the Western band walked over.
He vaguely heard something about Teacher Su, the lead singer of rock music…Instantly, his beady eyes widened.
He glanced around and saw that Su Chen was giving instructions to a few old men who were holding instruments. He could not help but be even more shocked.
Rock lead singer? This good-looking young man?
If you said that he was a popular young actor invited by the troupe, I would believe it. What kind of joke was this?
It was already crazy enough to sing rock music at a funeral, but they still let a young man sing.
What could he sing?
The bugler was a little depressed.
He instantly felt that his band's status had been pulled down.
Looking at the band opposite him, sharing the stage with the old, weak, and disabled, it seemed like he was bullying them.
At this moment, Su Chen had almost finished explaining.
What surprised him was that although the old men were not good-looking and even had some dementia, they knew a little about music.
Of course.
The most difficult suona was played by himself, and the other accompaniment was not difficult.
At this moment, Su Chen's ears were filled with the notifications of 1 popularity points.
However, it was still too little for Su Chen.
Therefore, he had to choose an important song out of the ten songs available!
Very quickly.
Su Chen and the musicians stood in their positions and bowed to the portrait.
That young and handsome face was filled with a ruffian aura.
Then, he spoke in a calm tone with a hint of calmness and restraint.
"The name of this rock song is 'Xianer'.”
"Today, I'll let everyone see what it means to be worth the money.”
After saying that, she brought the suona to her mouth…
Everyone was stunned when they saw Su Chen's suona.
We agreed to sing rock and roll, but you're playing the suona at the opening?
At the same time, in the live broadcast room.
As more and more viewers came, Su Chen's words instantly caused the bullet screen to spew out.
"F * ck, is this still the good-looking actor I know? Red and white?"
"I thought it was the director's arrangement. It's for real!”
"Sisters, what should I do when I think of my brother? I'm waiting online.”
"A popular celebrity in the entertainment industry is on his way. If I die, I'll wake up laughing.”
"My brother's first variety show is actually a funeral song…Does this count as Ling Qian's debut?”
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