20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 48 Unexpected
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Chen Hui slapped his hands and looked at Xiaohong, and said: "Okay, you have a very good voice, and the whole song has no broken notes or fluttering. That's it. I'm a little anxious. I grabbed a few notes. It's your first time here." Does this place sing?"

Xiaohong nodded, now the excitement was gone, her face was flushed with shame, she put her head on Xiaowei's body ashamed to show her face.

Chen Hui said: "It's the first time, then you are really good, nothing to practice, you can sing better."

Xiaowei said: "I didn't hear the good or the bad, but I felt that her voice was a little abnormal and a little trembling, which is not usually the case."

Chen Huibai gave Xiaowei a blank look and said: "You can do it, try it? You can sing it right now, and you are good if you can sing the whole tone. Let me tell you, when I sang this stuff for the first time, the whole Her whole body was shaking, and she couldn't make a complete sound at all. The one who tuned out couldn't hear it anymore. After she got used to it, she didn't feel nervous anymore. This was the first time she was nervous. You shiver, don't you know?"

Xiaowei said: "Why am I nervous? I have never been afraid of anything since I was a child. I am still shivering. I have never shivered. I don't know what happened. Lao Xia, have you ever shivered?"

Xia Maosheng raised his head and thought for a while, then said uncertainly: "I can't remember, did I have it when I was a child? I don't have it when I grow up, people do tremble when they are nervous."

Li Guangzhao held a teacup and said, "Come on, Xiaowei, and sing a song for them."

Then a few people booed and asked Xiaowei to sing brother. Xiaowei scratched his head and thought for a while, then frowned and said: "What are you singing? I can't even sing a whole song. I usually don't have time to listen to songs, so I just go back and forth." After listening to so many ears while riding a bicycle, I usually hum blindly."

Xiaohong recovered a little now, and interjected, "Don't you know how to sing the clouds of your hometown? I've heard you sing it several times."

Xiaowei's face froze, he didn't expect to be betrayed by his wife.

While talking, the people at those tables started to sing. If they all ordered songs, they would take turns at each table, which is a bit like some hall song cities in later generations.

Chen Hui called the service boy to come over, ordered two more songs, and said to Xiaowei: "Order, you can sing after ordering, and you can finish singing out of tune. It's not shameful if you don't sing or sing halfway." Woolen cloth."

Xiaowei blushed a little, and said stiffly, "Just sing, it's nothing." Only Xiaohong could tell that this guy was a little vain, and she didn't say anything, just covered her mouth and laughed.

"The horse gallops on the vast grassland, the steel gun holds the bayonet tightly, and the mountains and rivers of the motherland are connected to my heart, and I will never allow that jackal to invade..." There was a color on the table on the other side. The first song was really nice, the voice was bright and crisp, and the tune was steady and accurate. Many spectators roared along, and the second half was like a chorus.

The pressure came to Xiaowei, and he muttered in a low voice: "Fuck, singing is so good. If you have the ability to go on TV, come here to haha? Is it interesting to pretend to be so forceful? How can I sing?" Xiaohong said. "Laughed out loud, then suppressed the laughter, put his head on Xiaowei's body and kept shaking.

Chen Hui turned his head and glanced at it and asked, "What's the matter? How did you succeed?"

Xiaowei raised his face to look at the singer over there, and said as if it had nothing to do with him: "I don't know, I'm having a convulsion." Then his waist was pinched and wrung, and he shivered in pain. "Hiss" took a breath, and Chen Hui asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiaowei smiled and said: "Cold, don't you think it's windy right now?" Xiaohong hid half of her body behind Xiaowei, and she couldn't be happier.

Finally it was Xiaowei's turn. The guy sent a microphone over and encouraged him: "Sing loudly bro, I applaud you." Eight people at this table spent 90 yuan, which is considered a big customer these days.

Xiaowei stood up with the microphone in his hand, and suddenly became nervous, as if the world was quiet all of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on him, and even the microphone in his hand sank a lot, he imitated Chen Hui They looked towards Fang Ge and nodded, then looked at the projection screen nervously, the knuckles of the hand holding the microphone were all white.

He felt his legs tremble a little, stomped his feet, and took two deep breaths, but to no avail, he still trembled, even his hands trembled a little.

The music sounded, and the white lyrics turned green and walked slowly. He hurriedly sang along: "The sky, drifting by, the clouds in my hometown, it keeps calling to me. When the breeze around me blows gently, there is a voice, Call out to me, come back, come back..." Xiaowei's voice is still okay, because his lung capacity is strong enough after years of physical exercise, although it is the first time to sing along with music, but people at that time remember the lyrics firmly , On the contrary, it is easier than singing K now.

However, because of nervousness, he got up high, and the first sentence hit the climax, but when it reached the climax, he broke his voice, and everyone at the table laughed and fell down, one by one holding on to the table Leaning on the chair and trembling there, even a few people at the table next to him laughed, and they could hear their heightened.

After singing a song, Xiaowei felt that he had used up all his energy these years, but he was excited inside, which felt good.

The guy who came to get the microphone took the microphone and said, "Brother, you have such a high voice, my ears are buzzing over there." The laughter that had just slowed down became louder, and even many people watching the fun outside the fence They all laughed.

Xiaowei sat down slowly while controlling his breathing, his face was on fire, but it felt good. After the initial nervousness passed, the excitement remained, and he suddenly found that singing is not difficult.

Xiaohong asked softly, "Do you still want to sing?"

Xiaowei turned his head to look at her, and immediately understood, and said, "If you want to sing, you can sing, you sing very well. Let Chen Hui order what you want to sing."

Xiaohong twitched a bit, looked at the people at the other tables, and whispered, "I want to sing about my hometown."

Chen Hui asked from the side: "Hometown? Who sang it?"

Xiaohong said: "Wang Mingquan, such a nice song."

Chen Hui thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I really haven't heard of it, I asked if there is any, it doesn't have all the songs, that disc is a few hundred dollars, if you buy all the songs, you don't have to do this Well, what’s wrong with having that money.”

As a result, when asked, yes.The domestic songs here may not be complete, but the songs in Hong Kong and Taiwan are really complete. They are popular. These days, the songs in Hong Kong and Taiwan belong to the whole people. Regardless of the language, one popular song is released.

"The green grass is covered with wild flowers at the foot of the mountain and the roadside. The river bends around it. It is my home. The wind blows the flowers and branches, and the clouds hang in the sky.
It is peaceful and elegant, it is my home..."

Xiaohong's performance in this song is relatively normal, her voice is not shaking, her breath is much more stable, and she sings much better than the first song, and it is a fast song with a bit of naughtiness, which is popular all over the country. In the era of passionate and slow songs, such fast songs have a refreshing feeling, which aroused applause.

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Time flies when you focus on one thing.

It's late at night, the music is over, the stalls are closed, and at ten o'clock, if the stalls are not closed, the police should come.

When it was time to pay the bill, something happened. Wang Zhilong, who had been silent all the time, took out 100 yuan and handed it to the service boy. He still said with the expression that he didn't want to be beaten: "Check out, don't worry about it, little money."

Amid the repeated thanks from the service guy, Wang Zhilong was the first to walk out of the yard with his head held high, followed by seven others in a daze.

　Collect some life stories of that era, send them to the book review area, and I will write them in if they are useful.

　　
　
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