Chapter 92

"Beep."

The elevator arrived at the first floor.

Lin Zai Shan, following Bai Ge's call, walked out of the elevator.

Bai Ge told Lin Zai Shan about the situation with the Big Buddha band; they had already adjusted their instruments and couldn't lend them. Lin Zai Shan understood this.

"It's fine, we'll perform with the guitar and the clarinet."

"Okay, I thought so too! Dad, hurry up! It's almost Huang Ying's performance!"

"OK, Zhenzi is pushing the cart. We'll ride the bike over, and we'll be there in five minutes."

Exiting the building, Sun Yuzhen was already waiting outside with the small motorcycle.

She didn't go home and was still wearing the same light blue, charming floral dress.

Wearing such a dress, Sun Yuzhen couldn't ride the bike.

After work, Sun Yuzhen rarely wore dresses. Apart from the special nature of her job at the TV station, the main reason was that she couldn't ride the motorcycle in a dress.

"Uncle, you carry me, and I'll hold the instruments."

Sun Yuzhen handed the motorcycle to Lin Zai Shan.

"Alright."

Lin Zai Shan handed the guitar case and the clarinet case to Sun Yuzhen, got on the bike quickly, and had Sun Yuzhen sit sideways on the back seat.

The two sped towards the small auditorium of Dongyi University as fast as they could.

On the way, the motorcycle hit a bump, causing Sun Yuzhen to tightly hug Lin Zai Shan's waist from the side. Her soft breast pressed against Lin Zai Shan's back.

Sun Yuzhen's dress was very light and thin, and the bra she wore wasn't the type with a hard underwire. This made the pressure from her not-so-big but not-so-small chest on Lin Zai Shan's back particularly soft and elastic. At that moment, Lin Zai Shan could clearly feel that Sun Yuzhen's chest was completely flattened against his back.

Usually, when saying goodbye to Sun Yuzhen, they would hug, but it was a formal hug, just a light touch and then separate. At that time, Lin Zai Shan didn't feel that Sun Yuzhen had much to offer in the chest area. It wasn't until tonight, when Sun Yuzhen pressed against his back, that he realized her chest was quite substantial!

If he were still in his youth, he would have let the motorcycle hit a few more bumps to make Sun Yuzhen press against him a few more times.

But now, he had no interest in that. It was more important to get to the auditorium as soon as possible.

At 8:35 PM, Lin Zai Shan and Sun Yuzhen arrived at the auditorium.

Bai Ge, Huang Ying, and the five believers were waiting for them at the entrance.

The five believers, who were originally upset about the Big Buddha band, all brightened up when they saw Sun Yuzhen in a dress! Their moods instantly improved!

Top-notch beauties have such a magical healing effect.

"Brother-in-law! You look so beautiful tonight!"

Song Peng was the most direct, greeting Sun Yuzhen with high praise.

Without glasses, her cheeks were flushed with a pure, clear red from the beer. At that moment, Sun Yuzhen looked like a ripe peach, fresh and tempting from every angle.

"Don't call me that! You should call me Auntie!"

Li He slapped Song Peng's head and corrected him.

"Right, Auntie, hahaha!"

Song Peng laughed with a hint of mischief, still sneaking a glance at Lin Zai Shan.

Lin Zai Shan was exasperated by the two young men, took the guitar case from Sun Yuzhen, and said, "Don't listen to them."

Sun Yuzhen smiled sweetly, saying nothing.

Bai Ge came over and gave both of them a pat on the back: "Stop fooling around! Quickly take Yuzhen to the auditorium. Dad, let's go backstage and discuss the sound effects with the sound engineer."

"Uncle Lin, thank you so much today." Huang Ying expressed her gratitude to Lin Zai Shan again.

"It's nothing, let's hurry, don't delay the performance."

The group split up. Sun Yuzhen and the five believers went to the audience area of the auditorium to prepare for the performance.

Lin Zai Shan, Bai Ge, and Huang Ying went backstage to discuss the sound effects with the sound engineer.

When the Big Buddha band and Wen Shasha saw Bai Ge and Huang Ying with a tall, thin uncle wearing a baseball cap, they immediately guessed that this uncle must be Bai Ge's father.

The keyboardist of Big Buddha, Liu Xiaohui, and the lead guitarist, Wang Zhanpeng, both showed signs of surprise.

Wang Zhanpeng looked at Liu Xiaohui and asked, "Is this the Uncle Lin from Shuishuanshi?"

"Yes! It's actually him!" Liu Xiaohui's tone was full of admiration.

Chen Pan asked, "Who? Do you know him?"

"This uncle is super amazing!" Wang Zhanpeng praised Lin Zai Shan with the highest praise. He and Liu Xiaohui had previously gone to Shuishuanshi to see Lin Zai Shan's jazz performance, and they were deeply impressed by his musical talent!

Wen Shasha, hearing Wang Zhanpeng's words, was secretly surprised. She knew that the lead guitarist of Big Buddha had a very arrogant personality and rarely praised others. Now, he was praising Bai Ge's father with such exaggerated words, which meant this uncle must be quite skilled!

Bai Ge and Huang Ying introduced Lin Zai Shan to Wen Shasha and the others briefly and politely.

Xue Zhong and the others, after hearing Wang Zhanpeng's praise, treated Lin Zai Shan with great respect, unlike their casual attitude towards the five believers.

"Uncle, are you the jazz resident at Shuishuanshi?" Wang Zhanpeng suddenly became talkative, unlike his previous indifference towards the five believers.

"Have you seen my performance?" Lin Zai Shan was slightly surprised.

"Yes! Your performance that night was amazing! When will you have another performance? I'll definitely come to support you!"

"Thank you. I'm not sure about my schedule, but if I have another performance, I'll post a notice on Shuishuanshi's website. You can keep an eye on it."

"Great!" Wang Zhanpeng excitedly told Xue Zhong and the others, "When Uncle has another performance, Da Zhong, you must go see it. This uncle is incredible at jazz!"

Liu Xiaohui asked admiringly, "Uncle, are you a professional jazz musician?"

"My dad is a rock singer."

"Ah?"

Wang Zhanpeng and the others were surprised.

Bai Ge didn't have time to chat with these seniors; they needed to quickly discuss the stage effects with the sound engineer. It was almost time for Huang Ying's performance, so she pulled Lin Zai Shan along, "Dad, let's go to the sound engineer first."

"Let's talk later." Lin Zai Shan briefly said goodbye to the Big Buddha band and took the two girls to find the sound engineer. During this time, he only glanced at Wen Shasha when Huang Ying introduced her and didn't look at her again.

However, he was quite impressed by her stunning beauty.

Bai Ge had previously told Lin Zai Shan that the female president of the sand painting club was extremely beautiful, one of the three top beauties at Dongyi University.

At the time, Lin Zai Shan didn't take it seriously, but when he saw her, he realized that among the many beauties at Dongyi University, the top beauties indeed had a stunning appearance.

Even he, who had seen many things and had dated many women, couldn't help but admire Wen Shasha's natural beauty. But that was all.

Watching Lin Zai Shan leave, Ma Nan frowned and asked Wang Zhanpeng, "Is this uncle really that amazing?"

"I've never seen a Chinese person play jazz like him!" Wang Zhanpeng said with exaggerated enthusiasm, "What's even more incredible is that his jazz music is all original, super amazing!"

"Original jazz music?" Xue Zhong was surprised. As a music student, he knew that jazz was the most difficult genre to create original music for. Creating original pop music wasn't hard, but creating original jazz music required real skill.

"Brother Zhong, when he has another performance, you must go see it. When I and Zhanpeng heard from another band that there was a very talented musician at Shuishuanshi, we didn't take it seriously at first. But when we went, we realized, damn! There are real talents among the people! This uncle's musical skills, in my opinion, surpass over 90% of the singers online. He's really amazing! His jazz piano playing is incredible!"

"Hearing you talk, I really want to see this uncle's skills. Is he a folk musician?" Xue Zhong asked with interest.

"Probably, I'm not sure. He's never used a big name, and everyone in the coffee shop just calls him Uncle Lin." Liu Xiaohui suddenly remembered something and added, "Oh, right, this uncle seems to be participating in the new program 'The Strongest Singer' on Oriental TV. The premiere is on the 11th of next month, and he should be in it."

Wen Shasha silently remembered "The Strongest Singer." She decided to watch it when it aired.

After hearing the Big Buddha band's praise, Wen Shasha developed a sense of admiration for Lin Zai Shan.

The Big Buddha band was already very impressive, but to think they would so highly praise Lin Zai Shan. Could this uncle be a musical god among the people?

She never expected Bai Ge to be such a hidden talent, with such an amazing father!

At 8:45 PM.

It was Huang Ying's turn to perform.

The announcer said, "Next, please enjoy the sand painting work 'An Unforgettable Day' by second-year student Huang Ying from the Art Department."

The audience applauded enthusiastically, and most of their attention was focused on the young sand artist in the elegant yellow dress standing next to the light box on the left side of the stage.

Sun Yuzhen, however, looked at the sound area on the right side of the stage—where Lin Zai Shan and Bai Ge were sitting on high stools. Bai Ge was holding a colorfully worn old guitar, and Lin Zai Shan was wearing a baseball cap and holding a clarinet. Their expressions were surprisingly consistent, both smiling at Huang Ying. The soft blue stage lights cast a gentle, moonlit effect on them, creating a warm and picturesque scene.

Wen Shasha and the Big Buddha band members came to the side of the stage to watch Lin Zai Shan's performance up close.

"That uncle not only plays the piano but also the clarinet!" Liu Xiaohui whispered.

Wang Zhanpeng glanced at Liu Xiaohui, "Of course, jazz musicians play the clarinet."

Wen Shasha suddenly asked softly, "Bai Ge said her dad is a rock singer, why do you keep saying he plays jazz?"

"We've only seen his jazz performances, and they were really amazing!" From Wang Zhanpeng's tone, it was clear how impressive Lin Zai Shan's jazz performance had been.

"That little junior looks quite cool with the guitar." This was said by Ma Nan.

Xue Zhong rolled his eyes at Ma Nan, thinking that he was a俗人 (vulgar person) who changed his attitude as soon as he knew someone had a famous father.

The entire audience became quiet.

Huang Ying drew strength from the confident looks in Lin Zai Shan and Bai Ge's eyes, took a deep breath, and stood behind the white light box, grabbing a handful of fine sand and gently sprinkling it on the projection screen like a mist.

On the stage's large screen, the projection of Huang Ying's delicate fingers gently spreading the sand appeared.

A romantic melody formed in Bai Ge's mind, and she slowly strummed the guitar to accompany Huang Ying's sand painting.

It was as if a melody of memories flowed from the depths of one's heart. Bai Ge's guitar prelude was warm and beautiful.

The same melody, the same technique, but played by someone with good musical sense and someone without, the effect would be completely different.

At that moment, the guitar melody that flowed from Bai Ge's fingers was the type that was particularly rich in emotion and could make people unconsciously get lost in it.

When playing such a technically simple piece that relied purely on melody and musical sense to express emotion, Bai Ge always performed well, making the audience's ears gradually soften and their hearts melt.

Wang Zhanpeng, after listening for just a few moments, immediately praised, "This little junior is quite good at the guitar!"

Liu Xiaohui also praised, "Indeed, a tiger doesn't have a dog for a daughter."

Ma Nan's comment about Bai Ge holding the guitar with style made Xue Zhong roll his eyes, thinking that he was a俗人 (vulgar person) who changed his attitude as soon as he knew someone had a famous father.

The entire audience became quiet.

Huang Ying drew strength from the confident looks in Lin Zai Shan and Bai Ge's eyes, took a deep breath, and stood behind the white light box, grabbing a handful of fine sand and gently sprinkling it on the projection screen like a mist.

On the stage's large screen, the projection of Huang Ying's delicate fingers gently spreading the sand appeared.

A romantic melody formed in Bai Ge's mind, and she slowly strummed the guitar to accompany Huang Ying's sand painting.

It was as if a melody of memories flowed from the depths of one's heart. Bai Ge's guitar prelude was warm and beautiful.

The same melody, the same technique, but played by someone with good musical sense and someone without, the effect would be completely different.

At that moment, the guitar melody that flowed from Bai Ge's fingers was the type that was particularly rich in emotion and could make people unconsciously get lost in it.

When playing such a technically simple piece that relied purely on melody and musical sense to express emotion, Bai Ge always performed well, making the audience's ears gradually soften and their hearts melt.

Wang Zhanpeng, after listening for just a few moments, immediately praised, "This little junior is quite good at the guitar!"

Liu Xiaohui also praised, "Indeed, a tiger doesn't have a dog for a daughter."

Ma Nan's comment about Bai Ge holding the guitar with style made Xue Zhong roll his eyes, thinking that he was a俗人 (vulgar person) who changed his attitude as soon as he knew someone had a famous father.

The entire audience became quiet.

Huang Ying drew strength from the confident looks in Lin Zai Shan and Bai Ge's eyes, took a deep breath, and stood behind the white light box, grabbing a handful of fine sand and gently sprinkling it on the projection screen like a mist.

On the stage's large screen, the projection of Huang Ying's delicate fingers gently spreading the sand appeared.

A romantic melody formed in Bai Ge's mind, and she slowly strummed the guitar to accompany Huang Ying's sand painting.

It was as if a melody of memories flowed from the depths of one's heart. Bai Ge's guitar prelude was warm and beautiful.

The same melody, the same technique, but played by someone with good musical sense and someone without, the effect would be completely different.

At that moment, the guitar melody that flowed from Bai Ge's fingers was the type that was particularly rich in emotion and could make people unconsciously get lost in it.

When playing such a technically simple piece that relied purely on melody and musical sense to express emotion, Bai Ge always performed well, making the audience's ears gradually soften and their hearts melt.

Wang Zhanpeng, after listening for just a few moments, immediately praised, "This little junior is quite good at the guitar!"

Liu Xiaohui also praised, "Indeed, a tiger doesn't have a dog for a daughter."

Ma Nan's comment about Bai Ge holding the guitar with style made Xue Zhong roll his eyes, thinking that he was a俗人 (vulgar person) who changed his attitude as soon as he knew someone had a famous father.

The entire audience became quiet.

Huang Ying drew strength from the confident looks in Lin Zai Shan and Bai Ge's eyes, took a deep breath, and stood behind the white light box, grabbing a handful of fine sand and gently sprinkling it on the projection screen like a mist.

On the stage's large screen, the projection of Huang Ying's delicate fingers gently spreading the sand appeared.

A romantic melody formed in Bai Ge's mind, and she slowly strummed the guitar to accompany Huang Ying's sand painting.

It was as if a melody of memories flowed from the depths of one's heart. Bai Ge's guitar prelude was warm and beautiful.

The same melody, the same technique, but played by someone with good musical sense and someone without, the effect would be completely different.

At that moment, the guitar melody that flowed from Bai Ge's fingers was the type that was particularly rich in emotion and could make people unconsciously get lost in it.

When playing such a technically simple piece that relied purely on melody and musical sense to express emotion, Bai Ge always performed well, making the audience's ears gradually soften and their hearts melt.

Wang Zhanpeng, after listening for just a few moments, immediately praised, "This little junior is quite good at the guitar!"

Liu Xiaohui also praised, "Indeed, a tiger doesn't have a dog for a daughter."

Ma Nan's comment about Bai Ge holding the guitar with style made Xue Zhong roll his eyes, thinking that he was a俗人 (vulgar person) who changed his attitude as soon as he knew someone had a famous father.

The entire audience became quiet.

Huang Ying drew strength from the confident looks in Lin Zai Shan and Bai Ge's eyes, took a deep breath, and stood behind the white light box, grabbing a handful of fine sand and gently sprinkling it on the projection screen like a mist.

On the stage's large screen, the projection of Huang Ying's delicate fingers gently spreading the sand appeared.

A romantic melody formed in Bai Ge's mind, and she slowly strummed the guitar to accompany Huang Ying's sand painting.

It was as if a melody of memories flowed from the depths of one's heart. Bai Ge's guitar prelude was warm and beautiful.

The same melody, the same technique, but played by someone with good musical sense and someone without, the effect would be completely different.

At that moment, the guitar melody that flowed from Bai Ge's fingers was the type that was particularly rich in emotion and could make people unconsciously get lost in it.

When playing such a technically simple piece that relied purely on melody and musical sense to express emotion, Bai Ge always performed well, making the audience's ears gradually soften and their hearts melt.

Wang Zhanpeng, after listening for just a few moments, immediately praised, "This little junior is quite good at the guitar!"

Liu Xiaohui also praised, "Indeed, a tiger doesn't have a dog for a daughter."

Ma Nan's comment about Bai Ge holding the guitar with style made Xue Zhong roll his eyes, thinking that he was a俗人 (vulgar person) who changed his attitude as soon as he knew someone had a famous father.

The entire audience became quiet.

Huang Ying drew strength from the confident looks in Lin Zai Shan and Bai Ge's eyes, took a deep breath, and stood behind the white light box, grabbing a handful of fine sand and gently sprinkling it on the projection screen like a mist.

On the stage's large screen, the projection of Huang Ying's delicate fingers gently spreading the sand appeared.

A romantic melody formed in Bai Ge's mind, and she slowly strummed the guitar to accompany Huang Ying's sand painting.