Golden Years

Wen Yiliang was obviously very familiar with this place, he immediately pulled open the curtain and entered. In that moment, pleasant music came from all seven apertures of my head, as though I had merged into the world of music.

This East Coast wine was very famous in Beijing. This has a lot to do with the boss on the East Coast, a famous teacher named Liu Yuan. He has a nickname called "The Godfather of the Chinese Jazz" and is an elder partner of the father of rock and roll, Cui Jian. He works as a saxophone player in his band.

If he had seen Cui Jian's band, he would definitely remember that the tall and skinny man standing on the left side of the stage to the right of Old Cui was none other than Teacher Liu Yuan.

At the time, I had never heard of the East Coast. After all, unlike Wen Yiliang, I wasn't an experienced musician, so I just thought that the man who played the saxophone in the middle of the jazz band looked familiar. But that age and age didn't seem to match up with the musician I'd heard and remembered (like Miss Gao Xiaosong), so I just thought he was a teacher with the band.

Unexpectedly, after Wen Yiliang sat down, he pointed at the middle aged man playing: Hao Zi, Liu Yuan!

I asked differently: Which Liu Yuan?

Wen Yiliang's mouth was opened so wide that it seemed like he could swallow a hedgehog: Don't you know Liu Yuan? He was the saxophone player of Cui Jian's band!

It was only then that I suddenly realized. I feel like I was a b * stard, yet in a situation where I didn't recognize him at all, I was still able to realize that Liu Yuan's temperament was extraordinary!

At that time, he thought to himself, "Damn, I've seen the father of Chinese jazz. I really didn't come here for nothing tonight!" Although I don't understand jazz, I have seen people with new qualifications to brag about themselves to Da Gang and the Brother Hui!

However, Wen Yiliang acted as if he had seen Liu Yuan laoshi here many times before, which was why he seemed to be extremely calm. With a wave of his hand, he called for the wine waiter, telling him to bring me a glass of white wine.

Excited, I answered without thinking: Just like you!

Fortunately, Wen Yiliang was still relatively sober and normal at that time, so he immediately reminded me, Hao Zi, you are f * cking crazy.

I just realized that I can't drink... I haven't been to Houhai for a long time and have forgotten about this! Since he didn't want to drink while drinking, he felt that it wasn't a good idea. He looked at the wine list, but there was nothing else he could drink. Finally, he ordered a bottle of soda water.

A square glass with lemons and ice cubes and a bottle of water. Hmm, the price is 35. Wen Yiliang agreed on the bill.

Teacher Liu Yuan and his band played one after another. It sounded like impromptu music and was extremely melodious. Moreover, they felt that these musicians were very free and easy to play. In fact, what I wanted to say was that the pianist and cello player were both handsome foreign musicians!

Especially the cello! That bouncing sound stuck on the drum. Damn it!

About half an hour later, Teacher Liu Yuan finished his performance. Naturally, the audience stood up and applauded. At this time, I noticed that among the guests listening to the music in the East Coast, there were more foreigners than Chinese!

This may illustrate the popularity of jazz among foreigners.

Afterwards, I thought that the performance had already ended, but who would have thought that Wen Yiliang would excitedly tell me, "Hao Zi, why are you so anxious, the beautiful music has yet to begin!" I expect that Norse Heavenly Flute will sing tonight!

Norse Heavenly Flute? Hearing this name, I felt a little absent-minded, feeling that this wasn't the world I was in.

Without waiting for Wen Yiliang's explanation, the musicians all went off the stage and switched people.

This time the cellist was a handsome, square-faced Chinese man, about thirty years old. Seeing this guy, Wen Yiliang, I made a decision and called him an idiot! I don't know the name, but it sounds familiar to me.

Then the person who played the piano also changed. It was a skinny foreign guy with black hair; a drummer was the most interesting! Next to me, a red and green figure jumped up from the stage and hopped onto the stage.

"africa!" Someone shouted from within the wine and gave a warm round of applause.

Only then did I notice that this guy dressed in red and green was actually a black guy with big cute eyes! He was also wearing a red-crowned Mohican hat. It could be said that it was quite eye-catching.

At this time, the musicians on the stage smiled at each other and pointed to the first table below, as if inviting an invitation. A few seconds later, a Caucasian woman in a white coat with long, linen hair stood up on the stage shyly.

There was applause, of course!

The girl introduced herself in English, then the band started playing, and then the girl started singing along with the musicians! I don't know much about this, but you can imagine how much harder it is to impromptu singing than it is to perform!

The moment the girl started speaking, I finally understood why Wen Yiliang had previously mentioned the term "Northern European heavenly music". His voice was truly pleasant to hear. It was a bit ethereal, sometimes high, sometimes low! Moreover, it was extremely tasty.

No matter what, I'm convinced! That night, Wen Yiliang brought me here to broaden my horizons. I really admired him a little because he was able to understand music, especially jazz.

The girl didn't sing much. I remember there were only three songs, and then she came down.

It was already midnight. It was already past midnight. There was only one last round of East Coast Liquor performances left. They were also four musicians without a lead singer, and then they would perform on stage.

I was vaguely aware that the third group of musicians was much stronger than the first group. They seemed more like they were practicing.

Thus, many guests began to listen and chat.

At this moment, I have to say that I had a terrible fall that night! Seeing her doll-like Nordic girls singing a melodious song on stage, he couldn't help but take out his phone to take a photo.

The heck, are you sure you don't have it? All of them were taking pictures with their cellphones. All of them were fruit machines that could make a single drop of water! And only I am still the big Nokia e71 of legend that can hammer nails on its bottle cap!

When I stood up to take pictures, there were really people around me looking at me. Maybe they thought I was just playing with style!

At this time, the beautiful lady from heaven had finished singing. I couldn't wait to browse and see if the picture was beautiful or not. None of them turned out to be satisfactory. I can't even tell how I will brag in the future!

When Wen Yiliang saw my perverted look, he started laughing. Speaking of Hao Zi, didn't they still not leave? You're going to look for someone to take a picture of you? Taking a group photo is not as good as just now?

When he said this, I shivered all over! F * ck, even if I had to strike up a conversation with a Chinese girl, I would be at a loss for words. After all, I am a shy man! Aren't you trying to kill me by letting me talk to this ninny?

[What if he doesn't pay attention to me? Even if he does, how can he understand my language?]

I was scared and said I'd pull him down …

Unexpectedly, at this time, Wen Yiliang was unsatisfied: Hao Zi, what are you afraid of? I'm telling you that all these foreign girls are very open-minded. If you go and take a picture with her, he'll only be happy! If you don't believe me, you can try!

Wen Yiliang said again: Damn you, this is face! Actually, I also want to get a picture with her. Today is Sunday, and she rarely shows up on the last day of the weekend. So, we will go together, I will speak English, and then we will take pictures and leave!

I agree with that suggestion. The heck, the one who started the conversation was him, the one who started the conversation was him! At most, I just act as the background. Err, actually, that pretty ninny is the background right?

It really was what Wen Yiliang had said. He carried his wine cup over and supported the Nordic chair, thinking that it probably meant: tonight's performance was too great. I should toast to you …

There were actually two other girls at the table, as well as a short boy. The deep eye sockets were also foreign.

The Scandinavian smiled graciously and said: "Fort!" allofhere...

Therefore, Wen Yiliang drank wine with the people at their table.

Then, Wen Yiliang asked if he could take a picture. With an "oh", he stood up in an especially generous manner. He stood near the stage and took a photo with Wen Yiliang shoulder to shoulder.

At that time, when I was helping to press my cell phone, I only had one thought on my mind: What a great figure ratio. Although it was only 1.6 meters, it had a good face and small body.

After Wen Yiliang and she took a picture together, I immediately scuttled over and pointed at Wen Yiliang, telling him to use his Love Mad Four to take a picture for me too.

At that time, I threw caution to the wind and purposely leaned close to her snow-white face. I even thought if I put my arm around her shoulders, I might be rejected … But in the end, it was still just a girl, so Wen Yiliang continuously bid three.

There was no need to mention the excitement back then! A group photo, a group photo with the northern European mm! Who wouldn't believe me if I told the public that I had a girl? The heck, I am starting to regret it now. How good would it have been if I had put my arm around his waist or shoulders just now?

Opportunities are like this, fleeting, if you do not grasp the opportunity, it may slip away, never to appear again!

After all, Wen Yiliang and I's goal is to take a picture together, and then we can successfully retreat. What he didn't expect was that when he came down from the second floor of the east coast, he saw the two millimeters on the table he had been sitting on (he hadn't left, he wasn't yet gone), and he was also looking at the door of the liquor store, whispering to himself. The boy with the deep eye sockets also participated in their discussion. It seemed like they were going the same way.

Wen Yiliang understood the conversation between the three of them. It seemed that the three of them were not satisfied and wanted to find a place to drink beer and listen to music and chat.

Thus, he turned around and asked me in a low voice: Hao Zi, do you want to take a few more photos with that foreign girl?

I nodded and whispered, Is there a way?

Wen Yiliang smiled and said, I'll first ask the three of them where they want to go.

So he went up and started talking in English.

The heck, at this point in time, I really feel that Wen Yiliang is unrivalled, as if he was just playing a game. If his English is good, then there's no way he's afraid of anyone in the whole world, even girls in some countries would dare to play with his!

In the end, Wen Yiliang brought the two of us to Houhai, where there would be music and wine until 4 o'clock at night. I remembered him saying at that time that it was a Spanish style wine.