20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 47 First Show

Wang Zhilong's words were a bit cold, so let's hate him, let others see the jokes while sitting together, and if you don't hate him, his appearance and what he said is really heartbreaking.So several people turned their heads and ignored him on purpose.

The table was placed along the fence, more than two meters away from the fence, forming a semi-circular shape. A projection cloth was hung in front of the wall inside, and the projector was placed on an old desk.Now there is no VCD, only LD, which is called a laser disc player, and the projector is called a small movie, which is still a rarity because it is very expensive. Triple up.

During this period, all the equipment used in China in this area were small Japanese products, such as Panasonic, NEC, Sharp, Dongzhi, and German products, which were more expensive.

This semi-outdoor music tea bar is built by the Railway Cultural Center, and private individuals dare not invest so much money for this.During this period, karaoke already had its rudimentary form, but they were all video recorders and big color TVs. It cost three or five yuan to sing a song, and they were all open-air roadside stalls.

This can only be done at night, and the light is too bright during the day to see the image clearly.

Soon the guy brought Xiaohong's white fungus soup, Yang Jiujiu's tea, and Wang Zhilong's coffee, and the music that had been playing stopped. Everyone looked over and saw that the person next to the table ordered a song.

The staff who was sitting behind the desk in charge of the singing fiddled a few times, picked up the microphone and said: "The third table will sing, a piece of "May I?", please enjoy it." Over there at the table.A man in a suit with a big part on the table stood up reservedly and took the microphone. The people around him were silent. The inside and outside of the arena suddenly became quiet, only the sound of cars on the road outside came.

The man holding the microphone cleared his throat, coughed, and nodded towards the song player. When he pressed the button, the music started to play, and the still picture moved, showing Andy Lau's young and handsome face. At the age of 30, it is the time when you are in your prime.

"How can I forget your voice, you used to surround me every day, my heart freezes and I refuse to remember, but I close my eyes and remember..."

To be honest, the sound effect at that time was to amplify the sound, and then add reverberation manually. The good singing was all due to my own talent. The elder brother who sang seemed to be an old hand. He held the microphone and closed his eyes affectionately. He sang and swayed his body along with the music, which drew applause from the same table and the crowd outside.

Xiaowei and the others also applauded. A few shabby mountain cannons looked at the singing with a little envy and yearning. They were a little eager to try, but they didn't know what to do. For a while, they listened to the singing here tens of thousands of times per second. All sorts of thoughts and feelings came to my mind during the motion calculation exercise. Before they finished singing a song, these people were already blushing and sweating.

With a dry mouth, he drank tea, and then pretended to be nonchalant, leaning on the back of the chair and watching the song over there, but he didn't know how contrived his actions were at the moment.The more people care about it, the more familiar they are, the more confident they are, the more natural it will be. On the contrary, there is a sense of guilty conscience.People are self-centered and use their senses to make subjective guesses about the people around them.

It's like falling down while walking, feeling ashamed, angry and ashamed for a moment, and even the movements of getting up have to be a bit chic on purpose to show that you are relaxed and don't care, but your heart is broken, and you feel that the whole world is cracking open. Mouth staring at himself.What about the facts?Except for yourself, no one cares about you and pays attention to you. You just let the eyes of passers-by stay on you for half a second when you fall all over your face.

"This is delicious, can I make it at home?" Xiaohong was holding a small bowl of white fungus soup, leaning on Xiaowei while eating and talking to him.

Xiaowei glanced at it and said: "Yes, it shouldn't be difficult for me to find someone to learn from tomorrow. You don't sing? Aren't you going to sing that my future is not a dream? Just practice here."

Xiaohong's face was a little red, and she gave Xiaowei a coy look, then quietly looked at the singing side, a little moved, but also full of embarrassment, subconsciously stuffed something into her mouth, and said: "Delicious, sweet , slippery. I want to eat at home."

Xiaowei nodded and said, "Okay, learn tomorrow."

At this time, Wang Zhilong, who was sitting across from Xiaohong, stretched out his hand and tapped on the table in front of Xiaohong with his fingers. Xiaohong and Xiaowei turned their heads to look at it together. Wang Zhilong leaned over and said in a low voice: " Don't finish eating, just have some left over."

Xiaohong looked at the contents of the bowl. The bowl was small, only five or six mouthfuls, and there was still some left? "Why?"

Wang Zhilong smiled mysteriously, his eyes disappeared in an instant, and said in a low voice: "When you come to this kind of place, you have to have some leftovers, and you can't finish it. This makes it seem that you come here often, or you will be laughed at."

Xiaowei was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "Who said that? There are still rules?"

Wang Zhilong laughed again, and the thin beard around his lips twitched when he smiled, looking a little obscene, but he had to put on a very serious and confident expression, which was kind of funny.

Xiao Hong turned her head to look at Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei said, "Don't worry about him, he's just talking nonsense." She turned her head and stopped looking at Wang Zhilong.

After the table sang the song, everyone returned the microphone to the waiter, nodded reservedly to express their gratitude to the applause, and then sat back.

"Sing on table seven, I want to fly, please enjoy."

The service boy ran over with the microphone, Chen Hui stood up, took the microphone, coughed, and nodded towards Fangge, only then did everyone realize that table number seven was his own.

"Facing me who failed in love
no chance to choose
我 朝朝 暮暮 努力 工作 也 错

换来 的 却 只 有 留给 我

Standing in the rain with a blurred back is me OH
Don't you love me anymore..."

Chen Hui's voice sounded along with the music, and he actually sang well. He didn't do the intoxicated gestures and expressions like the big parting just now, but just held the mic in both hands and looked at the lyrics on the projection and sang seriously. He sang very steadily. Just played this.

After one song was sung, all the tables in the audience and the onlookers applauded, and there were applause, shouting for another one, and someone was on the side to settle accounts, eight people, drinking tea and so on can sing eight First, there are three plates of snacks and an unlimited coffee.

After singing, the service guy didn't come to get the mic. Chen Hui sat down directly and handed the mic to Xiaohong. Xiaohong was dumbfounded: "Huh? Gaha?"

Chen Hui smiled and said: "Xiaowei said that you want to sing my future is not a dream, I ordered it for you, this one is it."

Before the words finished, the song-playing side spoke: "Sing on table seven, my future is not a dream, please enjoy."

Xiaohong's face turned red with a brush, she took the microphone in a daze and stood up, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, held Xiaowei next to her tightly with one hand, took two deep breaths, hesitantly said to Fangge Edge nodded.

When the prelude sounded, Xiaohong took another deep breath and stared at the projection cloth. At that time, there was actually no special karaoke accompaniment disc. Although there were subtitles, there was no countdown prompt, and it all depended on proficiency.

Xiaohong was nervous, shy, fearful and lacking self-confidence, her body was trembling, her left hand grabbed Xiaowei so much that her teeth were bared and her mouth was cracked, she didn't dare to make a sound, Xia Maosheng and Li Guangzhao just squinted and laughed.

The first sentence was a bit slow because I was nervous and unproficient, but Xiaohong usually sang this song well, and after a little adjustment, she entered the state.In this era, there is no TV, no computer, no mobile phone, and the tape recorder is still a big piece. People have very few opportunities to learn to sing, and they have to memorize the lyrics. The lyrics are hard to find and then copied in a notebook.

"Aren't you like me even if you suffer from indifference?

Don't give up the life you want

Are you like me busy chasing all day
In pursuit of an unexpected tenderness..."

From the third sentence, Xiaohong became a lot more natural. Apart from her voice trembling a little due to nervousness, she sang well. Women's voices are already a few degrees higher than men's, so there is no pressure at all to sing this song.

After singing a song, there was applause from all around. Xiaohong seemed to lose her strength all of a sudden. She sat down and leaned against Xiaowei to breathe. Xiaowei could clearly feel her heartbeat.

(End of this chapter)