The Beautician Friend Got Off Work
At 7 p. m., Tang Song returned to Freshheart Gardens community.
After resting for a while, I washed up and tidied up my bedroom.
He changed into a youthful outfit.
White shirt + black casual pants + white sneakers.
I fixed the Action camera in place, picked up my guitar, and sat down on the chair.
Adjust the camera angle to ensure the viewfinder is capturing your body and the guitar.
Close the door and turn on the camera.
I casually played a soft folk tune to check the shooting effect.
Music, hands, guitar, fashion...
This video has a great overall feel to it.
However, Tang Song felt that something was still missing. If it was just like this, it seemed not much different from the previous videos.
It's just a matter of replacing BMW with a guitar; it still lacks sufficient selling points.
After thinking for a while, Tang Song simply opened Douyin) and started searching for similar videos, hoping to learn from them.
Soon, a video that garnered over a million likes caught his eye.
Overall, it was pretty much what he expected, but the other person was playing Fingerstyle, and the setting was much more elaborate.
Fingerstyle is a genre of solo guitar playing that incorporates many different techniques.
It refers to using an acoustic guitar to play multi-part music through techniques such as tuning, pressing, striking, and finger drumming, so that the guitar's expressiveness is not limited to a single part.
In fact, when Tang Song accompanied Xiao Jing, he also used Fingerstyle techniques, such as the "tap-tap" sound of tapping the resonator.
This will make the tone of the performance richer, more layered, and extremely expressive.
Having finalized his plan, Tang Song excitedly stood up and began to rearrange the environment.
Place the desk lamp on the shelf, adjust the angle and color temperature, and turn off the bedroom ceiling light.
Sit down with your guitar in your arms.
Soft light shone on him from the side.
I turned on the camera, adjusted the shooting parameters, and started recording.
Tang Song relaxed, held his guitar horizontally, and began to play "Favor".
His superb skills, derived from his dreams, gave him a masterful grasp of rhythm and notes, and he even added some improvisational effects.
After a minute of Fingerstyle playing, Tang Song put away his guitar and picked up his camera to preview the effect.
The surrounding environment was pitch black, with a beam of cold white light shining on the guitar and his white shirt.
The fair, slender hands gleamed as they danced across the dark guitar.
His fingers deftly and powerfully plucked the strings.
Glissando, vibrato, chord transitions—the superb technique and strong sense of rhythm imbue the notes with intense emotion.
Tang Song clenched his fist excitedly. He had a strong premonition that his video was going to go viral!
I exported the video, edited out a 40-second climax on my computer, and added a filter to enhance the atmosphere.
Published on Douyin.
Preview it several times.
Both the visual and auditory experience are excellent, and Tang Song himself couldn't help but give it a thumbs up.
Marvelous!
Thinking about his soon-to-expand his fan base and the hundredfold cash rewards, Tang Song picked up his guitar and excitedly started playing and singing in the room.
BGM: Just
How to say "I love you"
My heart is aching.
If you could possess
His voice is quite good, and with excellent guitar accompaniment, he sings very well.
When he got tired of playing, he put the guitar in his bag.
I pulled the book "Marketing Management" from the bookshelf, swiped my finger to open the section I had read last time.
There was a golden Ginkgo Leaves sandwiched inside.
The 30% increase in memory was much stronger than he had imagined.
His efficiency in absorbing knowledge has improved significantly, now comparable to when he was in high school.
"Ding-dong—" WeChat notification sound rang out.
Zhao Yachian: "The last day of the holiday is almost over, and the most tiring time is finally behind me!"
Zhao Yachian: Selfie. jpg
I looked at the photo; it was a picture of her wearing a uniform and sitting on a small stool.
Her chin rested on her knees, her hair was piled up at the back of her head and covered with a hairnet, making her look pitiful.
My beautician friend has been posting selfies a lot more frequently lately, but the content has become much more restrained, nowhere near as sensational as it was on the first day.
Tang Song had always wanted to criticize this, but they were too embarrassed to say it.
I checked the time.
21:20.
Zhao Yachian usually gets off work around 10 PM, and then takes the bus home from Xingdong Road Intersection Station.
It takes about 20 minutes to get from Freshheart Gardens to Yi Sha Beauty Salon.
Thinking of Zhao Yachian's message yesterday and the photos she recently sent, Tang Song smiled, grabbed his keys, and quickly went downstairs.
Perhaps I should talk to my beautician friend in person about the correct way to take photos.
Besides, I'm in the clothing business now, so I can give her some black stockings, white stockings, short skirts, etc., to make her photos more aesthetically pleasing.
In the darkness, the headlights of the black BMW 330 illuminated.
The black tires rubbed violently against the concrete road, making smooth turns and accelerations.
Under a sky full of stars, we drove forward.
"Why haven't you replied yet? You shouldn't be asleep at this hour."
Zhao Yachian muttered something to herself, sounding a little unhappy.
"Qianqian!" A female voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.
Zhao Yachian quickly got up, walked out of the beauty room, and called out loudly, "Sister Wei, I'm here."
Wei Ziyan beckoned to her, "Come here for a moment. This beauty salon just had a leak and the technician just finished repairing it. The floor and walls are a bit dirty. Please clean it carefully and wipe off any mud spots on the equipment."
Zhao Yachian was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over to take a look.
Somewhat hesitantly said, "Sister Wei, this workload is a bit heavy, and it's almost time to get off work. How about I do it tomorrow? Or I can wait until the cleaning lady comes on duty and have her handle it."
Sister Wei frowned, her voice becoming stern, "Then leave work later. Is your time that valuable? Can't you contribute even a little to the company?"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Zhao Yachian gritted her teeth and forced herself not to utter a curse.
She was just a temporary worker on probation, and as a senior beauty consultant, Sister Wei certainly had the right to order her around.
Rolling up her sleeves, Zhao Yachian went to the bathroom to get cleaning tools and began tidying up.
While working, I cursed Sister Wei in my heart, which actually made me feel much better.
Clean the mud and rust, and scrub the walls and facilities.
"Buzz buzz buzz—" The Mobile Phone vibrated.
I took it out and looked at it.
Tang Song: "It's almost 10 o'clock, are you off work yet?"
Zhao Yachian replied, looking aggrieved, "No, the boss suddenly assigned me cleaning duties. I have to work overtime. I'm so miserable!!"
After replying to the message, I said goodbye to He Liting and continued working.
The colleagues on the night shift left one after another.
Zhao Yachian didn't know many people, and no one offered to help her.
It was almost 10:30 when I finally finished cleaning up the mess in the beauty room.
Take off your uniform in the locker room.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a towel and started getting dressed.
"Yaqian, you haven't left yet?" A familiar colleague walked into the locker room.
Zhao Yachian put on her sneakers and said, "Yeah, I was held up by some work. Sister Weiwei, why are you so late too?"
"There's nothing I can do. A client came around 9 o'clock, and it's been dragging on until now," Li Weiwei said while changing her clothes. "Wait for me a minute, let's go together."
"Mmm." Zhao Yachian nodded and sat quietly on the stool.
I opened my Mobile Phone and texted my cousin on WeChat, "I'm about to leave work."