A trace of surprise flashed across Qin Qingzhuo's face, and he almost didn't know how to react.
Before this, he had never thought that the person Jiang Ji was talking about was actually himself.
Memory is like a can of carbonated soda with the ring pulled open. That summer night ten years ago that he had long forgotten now floats to the surface like tiny bubbles, making slight and tiny popping sounds.
Ten years ago, Runcheng, that guitar and that boy... It's really too distant a memory.
Qin Qingzhuo was 19 years old that year and had not yet made his official debut. He had only posted a few original songs on his music homepage and accumulated a small group of fans, but he was still far from becoming famous.
The cello major is really boring. Every day he has to practice the cello or study various classical music genres and music theory. So during his whole freshman year, he lived a life of vegetarianism, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and keeping a low mind.
As the end of the semester approached, his professional course teacher lectured him every day, and his desire to go against the norm became stronger and stronger.
So when Runcheng Music Festival sent him an invitation, he accepted the invitation without even looking at his schedule. If he didn't go out to get some fresh air and have some fun, he felt like he would go crazy.
His good friend Duan Chong was studying art management at the time. He suddenly became obsessed with the hairdressing business and was keen on dyeing his hair into various strange colors. From a distance, he looked like a colorful pheasant. Fortunately, this guy had a decent appearance and could barely be considered a handsome pheasant if viewed up close.
When he learned that Qin Qingzhuo was going to perform at a music festival, he said that he would use all his life's skills to dye Qin Qingzhuo's hair a color suitable for the performance. Qin Qingzhuo refused several times, but finally had to give in. Unexpectedly, Duan Chong performed beyond his level that time. After a series of weird color adjustment operations, he actually dyed his hair a very beautiful gray-blue, which was simply a peak of Duan Chong's hair-dressing career. As for the fact that it faded to green after washing, that is another story.
However, although this gray-blue color is very beautiful, it is still a bit eye-catching. When walking on the road, people always look back at him, so before leaving, Qin Qingzhuo put on a baseball cap.
Runcheng is not too far from Yancheng. It takes four hours by high-speed rail. After coming out of the high-speed rail station, there was still some time before the performance started. Qin Qingzhuo rented a convertible sports car and drove around the nearby old city.
Passing by a music store, he saw a red guitar hanging in the window. It was quite beautiful, so he stopped the car, pushed the door, got out and walked into the store.
There was a boy half-crouching at the door, plucking an old guitar leaning against the door with his fingers. Although it was not a complete song, it played a very light rhythm.
Qin Qingzhuo found the scene a little cute, and couldn't help but take a few more glances when he walked in.
The salesperson at the music store came up to him enthusiastically and asked him what kind of music he needed.
"Take a look at the guitar." Qin Qingzhuo said as he stepped into the store.
In fact, Qin Qingzhuo had no shortage of guitars. If he liked a guitar from Uncle Qiao, he could just ask and take it away. Uncle Tang was also a famous luthier. No matter what kind of guitar he wanted, as long as he asked for it, he could make it for him.
The guitar Qin Qingzhuo brought with him when he came to Runcheng this time was a new guitar he got from Uncle Qiao, made by Uncle Tang himself.