My alternative life

Wang Feng's song "when I miss you" is the same as the old song of the same name, which I once heard on the barbecue stand when I had dinner with my brother Mengjiang. It's a female singer in Taiwan Province, QianBaiHui. It's my favorite song. Although the styles of the two songs are quite different, they both belong to sad tunes. Singing them always makes me sad.

Today, at this moment, I can't help singing this song, but there is no clear image in my heart.

Singing melodious and slightly with a sense of desolation, in the tiger opened the rampage bar, spread open

In my mind, LAN LAN, Mo Zhi Wu, Hao Ru, Xiao e's sister-in-law, Yan Ran, Hong Lei Many women with different characteristics occupy their own position in a certain space of my life, but I am wandering, and I don't know where my way back is

I control my emotions, so that this song does not bring too much emotional color, more like a simple light rock.

But my guitar is excellent, and my singing skills are not bad, which has attracted many drinkers to look around and even whisper to me.

I sing for myself, my mood finally stabilized, and gradually fell into the peace brought by music.

Yes, the tearing movement makes me stable, which seems very strange, but it does appear in the bar dance floor, which temporarily belongs to me

After singing a song, I hit the bar in the middle of the horizontal direction. There was a lot of applause in the bar. I laughed, adjusted my breath and continued to sing.

I sing a variety of songs, old songs, new songs, Chinese and English

From Qi Qin's the outside world, Jay Chou's the red world inn, Zhao Lei's Chengdu, Ma Kai's nanshannan, yellow and sailing

I sang more than a dozen songs at a time, no matter whether others like to listen or not, and I don't care about the enthusiastic or strange eyes of those drinkers.

I sing in a low voice, or sing in a high voice, feeling the notes from my fingertips, taking me to swim in places that don't belong to this time and space

When I finally felt a little tired, I stood up and waved my aching arms. Then I found that at least half of the drinkers in the booth stood up and even went to the dance floor to listen to my singing and watch my performance.

I was a little embarrassed and bowed to everyone, "ladies and gentlemen, I'm just a ticket player, not a professional singer Well, forgive me, forgive me... "

I think there will be a few sarcastic remarks. After all, Jiang Feng, a non professional, came to the dance floor uninvited and sang a dozen songs. Is it a bit too suspicious to pretend to be 13?

The result was a bit surprising. I didn't hear any ridicule or sarcasm, but someone was clapping at me.

Although it's not very enthusiastic, most of the drinkers still look at me politely with appreciative eyes, and even some guys coax me to continue singing. I'll just hold a special concert tonight.

I'm a little happy.

In fact, the so-called vanity psychology will appear in anyone. Children hope to be praised by parents and teachers, and subordinates expect the appreciation of leaders Of course, I'm no exception. I'm more or less complacent.

However, I know that I can't continue to sing any more. I feel that this kind of thing is very strange. Once it's interrupted, it's hard to find it back. Besides, not everyone wants to hear me sing. Maybe some people prefer to enjoy chatting with friends in the bar.

Walking back to the table of Li Kan and Ying Jie, I picked up a soft drink and drank it. I muttered, "it's hot and tired. I'm so thirsty..."

Yingjie looked at me with a smile and said, "Jiang Feng, I didn't expect you to be a versatile guy. You play the guitar very well and sing very well..."

I waved my hand, "sister, don't make fun of me when you're here! I've got a few kilos of Jiang Feng, but I still know how to drop it. "

Li Kan put in a word, "brother, don't mention it. Your song" sailing "moved me so much that I almost shed tears!"

I teased him, "brother, do you shed tears? Cut, who believe, is it crocodile tears

"Get the hell out of here

The three laughed, and I didn't ask them how they talked about it, and whether he would arrange a time to visit the hero.

In fact, I'm not interested in the follow-up.

At this time, there was music on the other side of the dance floor. Looking around, there was a woman in white with long hair playing the piano.

The piano music she chose is quite suitable for the bar environment in front of her, at least I feel it's in line with the times.

It was Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor, Pathetique.

Pathetique sounds sad from the name, but in fact it is just a misunderstanding caused by transliteration. I don't know why it has been used for more than 200 years.

When I was learning music theory, I saw the original explanation of "Pathetique" in German. It had nothing to do with "Sadness", but an expression of emotion, with the emphasis on the meaning of "passionate and passionate".The music style of Pathetique is romantic and beautiful, which is the peak of Beethoven's early music creation.

The girl plays very well, with elegant movements and skillful fingering. She interprets the song "Pathetique" incisively and vividly, which is not Pathetique but passionate and cheerful.

I listen, can't help but get a little drunk.

Let's play a song. I took the lead in clapping. Yingjie, liekan and other drinkers applauded.

As a result, the atmosphere here was once again driven up and became more and more enthusiastic.

At this time, two waiters came to our wine table. One of them was holding a hardwood tray with a bottle of foreign wine on it.

The other was carrying a flower basket.

I asked, "brother Li, do you want some wine? I can't drink foreign wine. What's the meaning of this flower basket? "

A puzzled expression flashed on Li Kan's face, "no, I didn't want it!"

"Neither did I!" Yingjie didn't wait for me to ask her questions, but she answered them first.

One of the waiters explained, "Mr. Jiang, this is a flower basket that a guest bought for you. He specially asked us to give you this bottle of wine..."

I am shocked, I really did not expect that my old fellow Jiang Feng is everywhere.

"Who? Who sent me flowers and wine? "

Following the waiter's fingers, I was surprised to see that the man with the brown mirror was tasting the glass of wine in his hand, looking very attentive

I'm a bit empty. I look at Yingjie and then at liekan.

"Brother Li, sister Ying, this What does this guy mean? "

"Hee hee."

Yingjie first laughed, "I said Jiang Feng, you are really charming. I have no one to send flowers or wine. You are a big man, how can you still have silk skirt..."

"Silk skirt?" I don't understand.

"Stupid, is the fan group..."

So, I wry smile, this tan mirror man's Yin Qi is too heavy, for such fans, I would rather --- stay away!