Mingshu's eyelids jumped up immediately.
There is no problem in the first half of this WeChat, but the last sentence "You are the captain, you lead the team" is clearly Yi Fei's conspiracy!
"Fuck! The old man has no conscience!" Mingshu said.
Xiao Yu'an asked, "What's wrong?"
"Do you want to watch the folk music performance?" Mingshu handed out his mobile phone.
Xiao Yuan read WeChat, "This is a benefit for you, and it's not harmful to look at it."
Xiao Yuan knew about the folk music performance that the performer was a band formed by Dongye Performing Arts Group.
"It's better to give me one more day off." Mingshu raised his eyebrows high and low, "Do you know why Yi Fei emphasized that I am the captain and I lead the team? Because he doesn't want to go, he must have already thought of a reason not to go."
Xiao Yuan smiled, "Is it so unwilling to watch a folk music performance?"
Mingshu said, "Brother, you just came, and you still don't understand the fake benefits here."
"Is the welfare still true?"
"Of course. Generally the benefits we really want are not given." Mingshu's speech became faster and faster: "Last year or the year before, a very famous female singer came to a concert. Lu Yanzhou and the others especially wanted to go there. Just at that time, the special police team made a contribution to the mission, and Lu Yanzhou went to mention it, saying that the brothers wanted to see the concert, not occupying the fans' position. , do you know what happened after that?"
Mingshu said he laughed.
Xiao Yuan gave face very much, "What happened next?"
"Lu Yanzhou and the others were dragged to a theater, oh yes, the Jiangnan Theater." Mingshu said, "What are the female singers' concerts to watch? Let them book a room to watch a children's play! Lu Yanzhou is crazy, he said when he saw me. , What kind of performance benefits are you going to give in the future, if you can’t go, you won’t go, the entertainment group is dead, and the tickets for popular performances will never be taken out, and all the unpopular performances that no one will watch will be taken out.”
Xiao Yuan laughed.
"That's why I said it was a fake welfare, but Yi Fei hid quickly." Mingshu tutted, "Brother, why don't you go for me?"
"This can't be done." Xiao Yuan returned his favor to Mingshu, but he still had to talk about the principle of business affairs, "This kind of welfare should be accepted, you and Yi Fei are the leaders of the serious crime team, if he doesn't go, you must go. I don't count as a member of your serious crime team, it's not suitable to lead the team. Folk music performances are different from children's dramas, music is another language, and listening to it occasionally can adjust your mood."
"I can't appreciate it, and I don't need to use music to adjust my mood." Mingshu felt that he would never be a literate person. He didn't like reading books, and he didn't like listening to music. Pop songs or rock music could still be enjoyed, folk music. Can't hear it at all.
"I can't even tell the difference between guzheng and guqin," he said.
Xiao Yuan was dumbfounded.
"Hey, forget it, just go." Mingshu said to himself, "The captain has to look like the captain."
When they learned that they were going to see a folk music performance, most of the members of the serious crime team were as uninterested as Ming Shu. Fang Yuanhang was very excited. Holding the brochure, he said, "This band is very good. Not only does it perform in Dongye City, but it is also often invited to other provinces and cities."
Mingshu said, "Are you so clear?"
"Of course!" Fang Yuanhang said proudly, "I am a tenth-level Guqin enthusiast!"
Mingshu: "…"
Fang Yuanhang began to talk endlessly about his love for guqin and his views on folk music, many professional terms Mingshu had never heard of.
Of course, his vice-captain, Yi Fei, hadn't heard of it either.
After banishing Fang Yuanhang, Yi Fei said, "I didn't expect Yuanhang to be a young man who loves traditional culture. I thought he would only play games in his spare time."
Mingshu said lightly: "It's a good thing to like folk music. Young people who are angry should listen to folk music and play the guqin."
"By the way." Yi Fei lowered his voice, "Xiao Ming, can you tell the difference between guqin and guzheng?"
Mingshu lifted his eyes and looked at Yi Fei in surprise, "You can't tell the difference?"
Yi Fei was stunned for a few seconds, "Damn, I thought we were half a catty, and I couldn't tell the difference, and neither could you. You can tell the difference?"
"That's common sense, Xiaoyi." Mingshu was calm, told Yi Fei what Xiao Yuan had told him, and pulled out a comparison chart between the guqin and the guzheng on his phone, "Understood?"
Yi Fei was skeptical, "...not normal."
Mingshu calmly said, "What's wrong?"
Yi Fei said, "Do you already know musical instruments? Or are they ethnic musical instruments?"
Mingshu said: "I am knowledgeable and talented, you only know today?"
"I suspect that Bureau Xiao gave you popular science." Yi Fei said.
Mingshu took a drink of water and put down the cup very gracefully to avoid being choked.
Yi Fei said: "Have you really given you popular science?"
"It's common sense, so what is the need for popularization?" Mingshu said: "I think you should lead the team the day after tomorrow. Why did you give up such a good opportunity to get in touch with folk music? This is a benefit given to us from above. Comrade Yi Fei, the SWAT team can't even go if they want to."
Yifei has already withdrawn two steps.
Mingshu continued: "If you lead the team, I won't go, I'll give you the opportunity. When the time comes, Fang Yuanhang will sit next to you, and the masters on the stage will play music for you, and Yuanhang below the stage will interpret it for you. A feast of hearing and mind... Hey, what are you running for, Yifei? Come back to me!"
Failing to return the responsibility of leading the team to Yi Fei, Mingshu stayed in the study at night to check the introduction of various ethnic musical instruments and the information of the performing arts group.
Xiao Yuan felt amused.
Mingshu is accustomed to carrying all kinds of idol burdens on his body. In the past, when facing Xiao Yuan, he was carrying the burden of boyfriends - to be perfect and not show any ugly appearance. Of course, now that this burden has been thrown off, he has already dared to sleep in the bathtub with his back on his back, and he dared to put raw garlic and onions in his mouth.
Now Mingshu is carrying the captain's burden. Since you have to lead a group to see a folk music performance, you can't be ignorant. If you have to discuss a few words with your brothers, you can pretend to be confident for a while.
When Xiao Yuan took out the guzheng that had not been moved for a long time, Mingshu was sitting in the chair, scrolling the mouse with one hand and rubbing his feet with the other.
The sound of the piano sounded, and Ming Shu was shocked. When he looked into the living room, he saw Xiao Yu'an playing with his head down.
And that song was exactly what he heard on the Internet just now.
"Brother, I didn't know you could play the guzheng? We actually have a guzheng at home?" Mingshu walked out.
"I brought it back a few years ago, when you were not there." Xiao Yu'an said, "I didn't take it out much later."
Mingshu asked, "Why do you learn Guzheng?"
"It's related to the mission." Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "I went undercover in a human trafficking organization under the guise of folk music training and learned a little bit of fur."
Mingshu sat cross-legged across from the guzheng and listened to it for a while, "I'm a little bit interested in folk music now."
Xiao Yuan didn't answer because he guessed what he was going to say next.
Sure enough, he said: "You will, I may not be able to learn it, but I have to appreciate it."
Because of the location, Xiao Yuan needs to lower his eyes when he sees Mingshu, and Mingshu needs to look up when he sees Xiao Yuan.
After a while, Xiao Yuan patted the position beside him, "Come here, I'll teach you."
The performance is scheduled for Saturday night, a total of two hours, starting at 7:00 and ending at 9:00.
Because it was just a rehearsal, and to put it bluntly, it was a public rehearsal, so there were no audience members who came through the ticket-purchasing channel.
The members of the serious crime team said that they were not interested, did not want to listen, and did not want to come, but when they did come, they were in a good mood. Each of them held a booklet and read it seriously.
After Xiao Yu'an's training for a few days, Mingshu has been able to discuss with Fang Yuanhang, a tenth-level Guqin enthusiast.
Fang Yuanhang believed in himself, a master who had a very broad idea of solving cases, and sighed from the bottom of his heart—a great person, no matter what aspect he is great at!
When the time is up, the performance officially begins, with various instruments playing solo and ensemble.
At the beginning, Mingshu smiled, and although he didn't appreciate it, he pretended to listen with relish. However, it didn't take long for him to sit still.
At home, Xiao Yuan played the guzheng for him, and he could listen to it all night in peace. But if you change the place and change the person, the feeling of appreciating music will be gone.
He thought for a while with self-critical consciousness, and felt that he was still not a literate person, and he did not appreciate the music itself, but only the people who played it for him.
In the second half of the performance, he really didn't want to listen, but he didn't want to leave the venue early, nor did he want to doze off and play with his mobile phone - his childhood tutor made him accustomed to respecting people of any profession.
The time was a little rough, so he stopped listening and focused on observing the performers.
The lights on the stage were very bright, illuminating everyone's facial features and expressions very clearly.
Mingshu's gaze swept across their faces and stopped at a female player who played the guzheng.
She wears a light gauze white dress with delicate embroidery on the cuffs, collar and chest. Her long hair falls softly on her shoulders. She has delicate features and light makeup in a classical style. of fairy spirit.
But what is completely different from this fairy is that she wears a red earring with a modern design on the ear bone of her right ear.
Mingshu can't have a love for women, but because of this, he can appreciate the beauty of women more objectively.
The female player made him feel comfortable.
The emotion displayed between her eyebrows and eyes is only for those who are immersed and who are lovers.
But Mingshu always felt that she looked sad.
Compared with the surrounding players, this sadness is more obvious and vivid.
But why is she sad? What is she sad about
Because of some delay in the middle, the last song ended at a quarter past nine. All the performers and behind-the-scenes workers came to the stage to thank them, and the audience also stood up and applauded enthusiastically whether they understood it or not, dozed off or not.
Mingshu watched for a long time and found that the female player who played the guzheng did not appear on the stage.
Whether this is strange or not, he did not know. In the past, he had hardly ever watched a drama concert, so he didn't know whether every actor should participate in this kind of curtain call, or it didn't matter if he participated or not.
He just paid too much attention to the female player, so she didn't show up and he noticed.
Maybe there are other players who didn't show up.
"Master." Fang Yuanhang shook his arms, "what are you looking at?"
Mingshu retracted his gaze and asked, "Have you seen this type of performance a lot before?"
"Not much." Fang Yuanhang said, "I only see it a few times a year."
That's a lot. Mingshu thought for a moment and asked, "Will the performers come out to greet the audience at the final curtain call?"
"Basically." Fang Yuanhang replied succinctly, "Especially important performers."
Mingshu recalled that the female performer had played many times, and she was close to the center, so she should be considered an important performer.
"Why, master, who do you like? And she didn't come out for the curtain call?" Fang Yuanhang said.
Mingshu said: "Your power of observation and reasoning is not a passing grade in the serious crime team."
When the brisk cheers on the stage spread to the backstage, it was like being covered with a layer of water and a drum, and became dull and heavy.
Sha Chun took off his white costume and put on a linen shirt and wide-leg pants.
She was the only one backstage for the time being. She bent down, sorted out her personal belongings, and removed the makeup from her face before her colleagues came back.
The stage makeup looks like light makeup in the eyes of the audience, but in fact, when you leave the stage, the makeup looks particularly exaggerated.
She looked at herself in the mirror with a cotton pad in one hand and a makeup remover in the other, her wrist suddenly stopped, and she sighed softly two seconds later.
She used to like to participate in the curtain call, and the applause of the audience was the award she cared about most. She didn't have time to see their faces clearly during the performance, and she could only watch those people who appreciated her performance and gave her applause during the curtain call.
But her colleagues consciously or unintentionally alienated her, even ostracized her. She always stood alone at the curtain call, and no one wanted to approach her.
This situation has become more serious this year.
And backstage, she was in pretty bad shape.
Gradually, she stopped participating in the curtain call, and as soon as the performance ended, she quickly removed her makeup and cleaned up. Before her colleagues came back one after another, she had packed her bag and was about to leave.
Performing in the city has this advantage - the transportation is convenient, and you don't have to take the bus sent by the group with everyone.
"Sha Chun has packed up again?" One person said, "I haven't changed my clothes yet, why is she so fast?"
"She didn't participate in the curtain call, don't you know?" One person smiled sarcastically, "She's different from us, she has to hurry, maybe she has to rush to where to perform."
"What time is it? Why don't you tire her out?"
"People's 'model workers' are different from our realm. Quickly remove makeup, quickly remove makeup, and eat numb in a while!"
"It's not good, 'model worker' goes to work, and we go to eat Ma Xiao?"
"Hey! You still acted?"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Quietly closed the door, also shutting laughter and light behind him. Sha Chun stood outside the door for a short while, sighed, and walked out of the theater.
The new building of Dongye Performing Arts Group was built quickly, and the employees moved quickly. On the one hand, the buyers of the old building urged them to make room, and on the other hand, most of the employees themselves wanted to move to the new Binjiang building.
This has caused some hidden problems, such as the lack of security, cleaning, and traffic.
The old building is located in the city center of Dongye City. It is difficult to travel by car or drive. The only advantage is that no matter which corner of the city employees start from, the straight-line distance to the old building will not be too far.
The new building is different. It has a quiet environment and a large area. However, it is located in the south of Nancheng District, far away from the city center. The subway cannot reach it temporarily, and the bus frequency is very small.
In order to facilitate employees to commute to and from get off work, the Performing Arts Group arranges buses to and from the new building and important transportation points in the city center every day, and also provides certain fuel compensation to the employees who drive.
However, this does not completely solve the traffic problem.
Employees like to complain about the inconvenience of commuting every day, but few mention security lapses.
The southern part of Nancheng District is actually the urban fringe area. The Nancheng District government has specially designated a technological and cultural development zone here a few years ago to attract developers with a high profile.
But most of the land sold is still deserted. There are commercial centers under construction around the new building of the Performing Arts Group, as well as wasteland that has not yet started. This area is sure to become the new center of Nancheng District in the next ten years, but the fact is that it is sparsely populated.
Even the land purchased by the Performing Arts Group was only half developed.
As for the use of the other half, some high-rises plan to continue building houses, which will be rented out as office buildings in the future, and some high-rises hope to build theaters, citing that the performance market will expand, and the group should have its own theater.
If the two factions can't argue, the land can only be left empty, neither construction nor greening can be done. Usually no one goes to the wasteland, and even the security guards don't ride bicycles to patrol.
After the rehearsal, the band took two days off, and when they started working again, everyone found that the "model worker" Sha Chun did not appear.
This has never happened before. Sha Chun will not ask for leave even if he feels unwell, let alone absent from work without saying hello.
But no one wanted to call Sha Chun.
It wasn't until after get off work in the afternoon that Han Mingming, the deputy director of the folk music club, came to inform the official performance of the precautions, and suddenly asked, "Where's Sha Chun?"
"She didn't come today." Someone replied.
"Are you on leave?" Han Mingming asked.
Everyone's voice was sparse, "No."
Han Mingming took out his mobile phone and asked, "Has anyone called her before?"
Everyone just laughed, and the laughter was mixed with a contempt - "Who wants to call her? We don't deserve to call 'model workers' to work."
Han Mingming was pacing in the performance hall with his arms crossed, and a cold mechanical female voice came from his mobile phone: "The user you dialed has been turned off."
"Why is it turned off?" Han Mingming frowned and muttered to himself.
In summer, the weather can change as soon as it changes, with thunderous thunder and rain hitting the window glass like hail.
"Oops, with such a heavy rain, the road will definitely be blocked later."
"'Model Worker' really had foresight. I knew that I would also be on leave today."
The torrential rain became heavier and heavier, the river became turbid, and a pond in the performing arts group's park began to swell.
In the blink of an eye, it was time to get off work. Due to the heavy rain, it was easy for the bus to go on the road, so the logistics department of the group temporarily decided not to leave the bus for the time being.
Employees who drive their own cars also don’t want to hit the road at this time, so the vast majority of employees stay in the office.
Nearly seven o'clock, the rain was heavier, the river overflowed, and to make matters worse, the pond water was pouring into the garage.
A few security guards and cleaners were called to carry sandbags, but the speed of stacking sandbags simply couldn't keep up with the speed of the pool's spread. The logistics department reported it to the top of the group, who immediately told the employees who stayed in the office to go down and carry sandbags.
"Fucking blood mold!"
"Why let us carry sandbags?"
"Sha Chun is very lucky, the only time he was absent from work, he avoided this kind of thing!"
Everyone was resentful, but had to carry sandbags in the rainstorm. Suddenly, Liu Jia, a new employee from the Publicity Department, slipped and fell into a deep pit full of muddy water, screaming in fright.
Everyone pulled her up together, but she was still in shock, and said tremblingly, "I seem to have touched something just now."
"Then there is a pit, it is estimated that it was washed away by the rain, what can there be?"
"No, I don't feel right when I touch it!"
Liu Jia is not the kind of employee who likes to play tricks. Several colleagues who accompanied her immediately called the security guard, and everyone worked together to scoop out the muddy water that blocked the view.
The vision gradually became clear, and what appeared at the bottom of the pit was a leg that was half-pressed by the soil.