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On the stage of good sound, there will always be a swivel chair turning, and a tutor will ask: "What is your dream?"

This seems like a nonsense, why don't you sing?But each player will lead his own story through this question.

Some contestants burst into tears, some were straightforward, some would speak loudly, and some were shy.

But no matter what the story they are arranged by the director team, their singing skills are at least much better than ordinary people.

Zhang Xiaojian was asked by Bai Yang what your dream is, but his singing skills are estimated to be eight blocks worse than ordinary people, so Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong are going to kill Zhang Xiaojian's dream because it is too nonsense.

However, Zhang Xiaojian seemed to arouse more fighting spirit after being hit, and spent a whole morning playing and singing in the ward.

Ever since, when the nurse came to change the dressing, Bai Yang raised his hand: "Sister, I want to be discharged!"

Gao Qingsong clutched his heart: "Nurse, I want to review it. I feel that my heart has a problem."

Zhang Xiaojian looked up to the sky and sighed, "Can you respect my dream."

Therefore, Gao Qingsong, who was not in his turn to change the dressing, asked a very philosophical question: "What is the dream?"

Bai Yang asked the nurse: "Sister, what is your dream?"

The little nurse replied: "My dream is that you don't talk nonsense when you change your dressing."

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In order to cheer himself up, Zhang Xiaojian raised his arms and said: "My dream is to sing. No matter what you say, I will stick to it!"

Gao Qingsong pursed his lips and actually said: "What needs to be persisted is not a dream. If it is a dream, you will not feel the need to persist. You will enjoy it, and you will naturally do this, even This thing is your life."

Bai Yang and the little nurse looked at Gao Qingsong together, and the ward was a little quiet for a while.

Zhang Xiaojian was also stunned. He was indeed an ordinary person, and Gao Qingsong did not have such a deep understanding of the word dream. When Gao Qingsong said this, he pretended to hold a microphone in the void and put it in Gao Qingsong's interview form. Mouth: "Brother Qingsong, please tell your story."

Gao Qingsong raised his swollen eyes: "Coincidentally, my dream is also music."

"..."

Bai Yang hurriedly said, "No, do we want to change our dream?"

Gao Qingsong pushed Zhang Xiaojian's microphone aside and said, "Give me the guitar."

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened, thinking you can really be a musician?Then he gave his one hundred and twenty-five broken guitar to Gao Qingsong.

Not to mention, Gao Qingsong seemed to change his guitar immediately when he took the guitar.

After a strumming, Gao Qingsong's flexible fingers began to pluck. If it weren't for his blue nose and swollen face, he would be a little bit happy. His piano sound was higher than Zhang Xiaojian's.

It was the song "Those Flowers" that seemed to be a must for beginners in guitar, but after Gao Qingsong sang it, the ward was completely silent.

This song has an indescribable magic. Pak Shu’s singing will remind some listeners of youth, some of them will think of their injured hearts, and many people will feel uncomfortable listening to it.

Gao Qingsong's singing is very relaxed and relieved, but when this relief reaches a certain limit, it will make people feel more painful.

It seems that he pretended to be relieved, but still couldn't let go of his original dream, but had to let it go.

Zhang Xiaojian stayed, and the white poplar changed into a white poplar tree. Even the little nurse's mouth turned into an'O' shape. He looked at Gao Qingsong's eyes differently.

When he finished singing, the three began to applaud.

Zhang Xiaojian was poor before, and he didn't encounter any Maiba who was particularly good at singing in his life, and he never went to a star's concert.

Now I finally know that I may be more than a thousand green pine trees from Gao Qingsong,

Bai Yang gave a thumbs up: "Okay, nice, nice."

The little nurse didn't speak, but when she changed Gao Qingsong's dressing, she moved a lot more gently, as if she saw the talent of Gao Qingsong's pig head that could not be concealed.

So Gao Qingsong proudly raised his pig's head and said, "It's okay."

"It's not okay, it's too good." Zhang Xiaojian clapped and sat down beside Gao Qingsong's bed: "Would you like to teach me so that I can fulfill my dream?"

Gao Qingsong has a black line: "Should you not give up your dream now?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head and said a nonsense: "I don't want angina for an hour."

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Facts have proved that talent is still very important to art practitioners.

Although Gao Qingsong taught Zhang Xiaojian all afternoon, Zhang Xiaojian's singing skills still haven't improved at all. As for the level of guitar playing, it seems to be a little better than before, at least not always wrong.

After being polished by Zhang Xiaojian, Gao Qingsong made a call, and he actually called the owner of the singing bar.

After putting down the phone, Gao Qingsong said: "He can't let you sing at your level."

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I have a way to let him leave me to sing!"

Gao Qingsong rolled his eyes and knew that Zhang Xiaojian might be spending money, but why is this necessary?

"Oh, by the way, what is the name of the owner of the Singing Bar? How will I call him when I see him later?"

Gao Qingsong replied: "His surname is Shi, and he enters only by name."

"Hardly?"

"Puff." Bai Yang...

"Okay, then I'm leaving. Mo Zhu and the others will come. Don't tell them what I am going to do."

Gao Qingsong rolled his eyes again: "Do you know you are afraid of being ashamed?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't answer, and ran away with his broken guitar.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, the singing bar has not yet opened.

Carrying a broken guitar on his back, but driving Zhang Xiaojian from Lamborghini, he walked into it, and looked left and right. First, I saw the good resident singing girl who was actually singing last time.

The girl was also deeply impressed by Zhang Xiaojian, and she immediately greeted him: "Brother, our bar is not open yet, I will leave you a card stand for a while?"

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand: "I'm here to apply for residency."

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback, and then immediately reacted, knowing that this is a rich young man, maybe he wants to play, and quickly led him into the backstage.

The backstage sound, wiring, and various musical instruments look quite messy.

A few familiar musicians were sorting out, and at first glance, the boss's brother Shi Jin was sitting on the bench and was talking.

As soon as Zhang Xiaojian came in, Shi Jin greeted, "Qingsong's friend?"

Zhang Xiaojian immediately replied: "Well, hello, boss Shi."

The two shook hands, and then Shi Jin let Zhang Xiaojian sit down and asked, "Do you want to come here to sing?"

"Yes."

"I can trust the level of Qingsong's friends. How much do you want in a game?"

Zhang Xiaojian was taken aback. He didn't expect Gao Qingsong to be so familiar, but thinking of his own level, he had to embarrassed: "I don't take money, I have to give you money..."

Shi Jin was stunned, and the resident singer was unclear. Therefore, several musicians over there stopped their work and looked at Zhang Xiaojian. Are you here to smash our resident singer?