Golden Years

"Because the scene was not small, I listened very attentively." Indeed, it was just as Shuai Shuai had described, the girl's voice was a little special. But it didn't look like Zeng Yike, it sounded like the young version of Wang Fei.

Aside from the sound of her voice, what she was listening to sounded quite interesting.

He had never heard of any songs that were being sung before. It might be an original song. The lyrics were simple, the tune was flat, and the mood was lazy. In addition to the simple and refreshing accompaniment, there was no need to explain how strong the ability to hypnotize was.

Well, I admit I don't really appreciate that kind of style. However, the new blood was very important to a wine, and the singers often had to change it to make a new one. This way, it would bring a fresh feeling to the guests.

Especially female singers.

This female university student was a little pretty. She was a bit sexless and cute, so she could tell that she was a student just by looking at her. Regardless of how it was sung, to the guests, it was still rather fresh and interesting.

After the few songs were finished, the people at the tables were really flattering him, applauding and whistling with all their might.

Then the girl and the two musicians packed their things and left the stage. With a dazed look on her face, the girl also sat down at a table under the stage, together with a few men and women.

After that, it was time for me to go on stage. Perhaps the manager had already planned to make a girl who was so hypnotized by singing, and my job was to make the scene more heated up, so it was all more manly songs.

There were a total of six pieces. Wang Feng had taken two of them, while Dick had taken two. One from Qi Qin and one from Saliva.

He hadn't sung for a week, so when he went on stage, he was rather nervous. Fortunately, he was still able to display it well, at his usual level.

When I reached the third song, my throat had already opened up completely. Wang Feng's little bird.

This is my personal favorite early work by Teacher Wang Feng. Then, when he reached the point where he wanted to be free, the applause was very loud. I noticed that the cute girl sitting below the stage was also staring at me, as if she was very interested in me. At his table was a middle-aged man in his forties. His eyes were brimming with vigor as he watched me perform with a smile.

Faintly, I thought I had seen him there.

When I finished singing, the overall effect was good, the manager was satisfied, standing in the corner applauding.

After I left the stage, I returned to the podium to drink a cup of water. A man came to call me over and politely invited me over for a drink.

I followed the man to the table where the cute girl was sitting.

He was a little surprised, however, that these kinds of things often happened. He greeted everyone and sat down.

The middle-aged man was obviously the main figure at the table. He smiled and handed me a bottle of Budweiser.

I didn't drive, so I didn't have to be afraid of anything. I clinked glasses with him and the others also nodded in agreement.

This person's voice was very magnetic and his words were very concise. He introduced himself as' I'm Zxx '.

[What the hell!] This is a musician whose name I know. Really, I said it looks familiar. I've seen it in magazines and on television. This is the first time I've met someone of this status since I started drinking, and he's asking me to come over and take a seat!

After that, Mr. Z briefly introduced the girl to me. She was a female university student with a voice similar to Wang Fei's in the new edition. Her English name was fish, and others also called her Little Yu.

I was so excited that I thought I could get to know Mr. Z. I didn't think about anything else.

I really wanted to get close to Mr. Z, but that was against the rules. After I finished half a bottle, I said I had to leave the table since I had something else to do. I'll stop them when the table is cleared, Mr. Z, or go out and get a phone number.

I didn't expect him to take the initiative and say that he would leave me his number. I hurriedly gave him my number to tell him that my name was Zhang Hao and he called me after saving it on his phone. Then he smiled and said, "It's really quite good. I really like you."

There was only one word to describe how I felt at the time: I was flattered by the excitement.

But then I thought about it. What do you mean by leaving a number? Could it be that she thinks that I've sung well and wants to find out about my cultivation? The heck! Heavens, am I overthinking it?

As it turned out, I was overthinking it. Because I called Mr. Z later, he seemed very busy. He tried again, but there was no answer. I realized that I shouldn't have had any unrealistic thoughts. I should have known about this a long time ago, even less likely than the reality of the apocalypse in 2012. I knew it all along, but why is it now?

But I got a weird call from a girl.

The voice from the phone was very soft, even more unfamiliar.

Later on, after the other party introduced herself, I found out that she was the cute Little Yu from that night.

What did she mean by calling me? Simply to ask for my help!

There was a reason why Little Yu was so highly praised. Because she was the daughter of Mr. Z. 's neighbor (whether it was true or not, they were still rather close anyway), she had the chance to recommend her drinking performance. Her actual identity was that of a student at Beijing University of X.

The match went just like that. Indeed, she didn't seem to have any stage experience, much less any social one.

Then, she called me because Mr. Z felt that my voice could still be sung, and adding on that my appearance looked a little lacking, there was still quite a bit of contrast in my singing voice with Little Yu.

Of course, this combination was not a business combination like the Phoenix Legend, Nine Moons Miracle, but to help her participate in some campus performance. To put it bluntly, Mr. z had left my phone number back then to help Little Yu.

At this point, I finally came back to reality: Mr. Z clearly thinks that this Little Yu isn't suitable for pop music. Otherwise, why wouldn't he recommend her to enter this circle? Since I can't directly reject or decline, I can only use a flattering method and give face to the surface; I can even be considered as giving Little Yu an explanation by bringing me in.

I've never really thought about this combination. Although Zhenzhen and our partners have been singing for a long time already, we were all singing in pairs, or in songs that could be changed to be sung by both genders. There had to be some sort of gimmick?

At the time, he truly felt that this matter was extremely ridiculous.

However, Little Yu is rather sincere. Furthermore, her voice is quite cute, so I don't have the heart to reject her.

So I said, if you think I can help you, come back to the shop one day and see what song you can make. If you have a performance in school, when I have time, I can also help you.

In any case, if I could sing without hassle, I wouldn't refuse in my interest.

It was really bad, so Little Yu came to find me again. This time she came with her own guitar, and she played me a few songs she wrote, all soft. As I listened, I began to have a headache. I didn't explain.

Little Yu, do you have any pop songs that you can play or sing that you can use?

She said so, but I didn't like those songs.

Her stubbornness and stupidity made me feel like I was about to collapse. Then I asked, When you were performing at school, did you sing your own songs?

She said yes.

Then I asked if the singing had any live effects.

She said a little embarrassedly that the students didn't understand, but they still supported me. My style is summed up by myself. It does have a 'character'. After all, I had been learning piano since I was young. Afterwards, I taught myself guitar, so I wanted to show off a lot of things in music …

If I break down again, I can't help but say, how about this? Give me a few popular novels and I'll help you change them to see how effective we are.

Little Yu thought about it and said, I, Liang Jingru, sang a lot of songs, then played and sang a song called "Question" in front of me, a song called "Too bad it's not you".

En, it's still a soft voice, but it's not out of tune. The pitch is quite good, and the effect is much better. At least I can bear to listen to it all.

I clapped my hands and said, "Isn't that enough?" If it was a performance on campus, the students and teachers would still like to listen to the more popular songs. The next time you do this, the effects will definitely be much better.

Then she looked dazed and incredulous.

I say, since there are still no customers now, you will follow me up and sing "Too bad it's not you" and then let Shuai Shuai take a photo of the phone and see how the effects are.

But don't you want me to play the guitar? Sing like a kTV?

If you carry it on your back, pretending to look is fine, but the effects of the recording are rather good.

Maybe Little Yu had really learned how to play music in the system, maybe she really knew how to write songs, or maybe she really had a very deep and beautiful concept in her songs, but what she didn't have was stage experience, and she didn't know how to please the audience.

Therefore, she was skeptical, even until the accompaniment released Liang Jingru's < < Unfortunately, Not You > >.

This song was sung by Zhenzhen and I rather proficiently, so I let Little Yu sing it first. When it's time for me to sing it, I'll give her some hand gestures to remind her.

Under the premise that we had never rehearsed a chorus before, Little Yu and I walked down the entire song in a more complete manner.

When he was singing, not only did Shuai Shuai take more pictures with his phone, the manager also happened to be fine as he helped to take pictures with Little Yu's phone.

Her voice was very soft, and mine was calm and husky. It wasn't hard to hear it in combination.

Little Yu was also surprised to see the effect of the shooting. Indeed, in terms of form and expression, the effect was a lot better.

At that time, she obviously carried with her two emotions, one was skepticism, and began to doubt her own musical concept. The other, was equivalent to having a rather worshipful thought towards me.

Finally, she adorably said that Big Brother Zhang, why don't I go back and think about it. We can choose a few songs for later to practice, so I'll have to trouble you to help me with the performance.

I didn't feel any antipathy towards her. I just felt that apart from being a little numb, this little girl still seemed to understand things quite well.

After she left, the article was temporarily flipped over. This was a Wednesday night, and it was the day Zhenzhen would be performing.