Reborn to be a richest man in life

"Thanks!"

Gao Mu took over the long haired guitar, pulled it casually, and tried the sound and feel.

The only instrument that can play is the guitar. I'm not good at it. I can play it basically.

There is more or less Ma Yiming's credit. He was the first teacher of Gaomu guitar. Later, when he went abroad to work as a foreign worker and worked hard in the remote border areas of China, the guitar was a good tool for him to relieve his loneliness.

What you know in your bones can be unfamiliar and will not be forgotten.

Last time he played in the high-heeled bar, but with the help of the gala band, it was not obvious even if he was rusty.

Today is his solo, but someone is covering it for him, so he must concentrate all his attention.

“OK！”

After trying the guitar and the sound of the microphone, a pair of gentle eyes looked at the direction of Shangguan mintao.

"The following song is specially given to sister Tao. It's a song especially suitable for this tavern. If you like it, please give me some applause at that time. If you don't like it, please give me some applause. Don't blow me off the stage, because I'll come down consciously without you."

"Hahaha..."

After the previous events, except for the guests who had just arrived at the table, the people in the tavern were familiar with Gao mu. Hearing his self dark humor, they laughed happily.

In particular, President Zheng, who is always ready to get close to him, laughs the loudest with several people around him, and the applause of encouragement is not stingy.

"Brother Gao, come on!"

Shangguan mintao thought of Gao Mu's moth, but he didn't expect that Gao Mu would still sing and give it to her when long hair avoided war.

There was no expression on her face. In fact, she was full of expectation. She also wanted to know what song Gao Mu gave her at the venue.

If it's still a new song and can be as high-quality as nameless, it's really a surprise.

"You show up

I was intoxicated with time

No wine

I'm like an absurd poor man

But you

But never give away two or two

Your pub is closed for me

The bullet was loaded in my heart

Please tell me how to carry it in the future

Black and blue and smiling to forgive

……”

Gao Mu's voice is relatively low. With the cooperation of a separate guitar, he has a different feeling.

At the end of a song cycle, the last guitar sound fell, and the whole pub became silent.

I don't know when the door of the tavern was full of people. It was obviously attracted by Gao Mu's song.

A depressing song brought a different shock to the people in the tavern.

Everyone's feelings are different. Every drinker will have different feelings when he is proofed by the pub.

More touching is Shangguan mintao. Now she wants to close the tavern, and then close her complex heart. She wants to be quiet.

"OK, good song, again."

President Zheng really gave face and took the lead in clapping. He didn't know that the tavern didn't close. He only knew that this song reminded him of his dusty memory.

There is no tavern, but it is like a memory in the tavern. He was also hurt by bullets.

The applause led by President Zheng soon infected others, and applause and cheers came one after another.

Gao Mu smiled. He didn't say a word or continue to sing a tune. He stuffed his guitar into long Mao's hand.

Then, as she said, she jumped off the stage, pulled a dazed Shangguan mintao, and quickly left from the back door before everyone reacted.

Looking at the guitar in his hand and remembering the melody lingering in his ears, long Mao asked the people around him: "what song? Have you heard it?"

"Never heard of it." everyone shook their heads. "But the melody is very good and the lyrics are interesting. It's easy to resonate with people."

People who come to the tavern to drink have certain social experience and like to listen to songs, drink and chat quietly.

Such people are most likely to be hit by such songs and are easy to feel.

"The song is really good, but it's a pity that she sang it once. Remember the lyrics, and the melody is not familiar. It's a pity!"

Long Mao is a person with a music dream. He is unwilling to give up when he hears a good song. He only hates that he has no recording and no camera.

"Do you think he wrote this song?"

One of the female singers, who was also stationed on the scene, wondered that women's intuition was more sensitive.

"Eh, don't say, it's really possible. You haven't heard this song. The music style and melody don't look like the style of Hong Kong and Taiwan, and it's still very possible to be original. It's just that he is such a young man. How can he write such a song?"

"Yes, how much emotional injury did he have to suffer to express the artistic conception in the lyrics and tunes? It's incredible?"

"Anyway, it's wise for Changmao to hold back at the end today and not continue to compete with others. Changmao, you can steal music. If he doesn't compete with you in a messy music library at the beginning and directly pressure you with this song, you can't fart now."

……

Changmao and others talked about this song endlessly, while the drinkers saw Gao Mu leave, and there was no way in disappointment.

On the Ferrari, Shangguan mintao stared at Gao Mu's face and didn't converge for a long time.

"Sister Tao, are you going to eat me or kill me with your eyes? You've seen it for more than ten minutes since you came out of the pub."

Gao Mu's hands shaking the steering wheel were afraid that Shangguan mintao would rush up if he couldn't control it.

"To be honest, who wrote this song?"

"My brother is the guy who wrote nameless last time. How about this song?"

Gao Mu will not take the credit for plagiarism on himself. Ma Yiming has already prepared this pot. If he can't carry it, he will recognize him.

What's brother for?

What is the greatest use of brothers?

It's the key time to cover and carry the pot!

"He should be as old as you? How can he write such a song? Has he been hurt or often?"

Is Shangguan mintao's reaction similar to that of Changmao?

"You also think it's a good song. That means you still prefer this song? Hey, hey, it's not wrong to give it to you!"

Gao Mu happily honked Ferrari's horn.

"Song is a good song." the expression on Shangguan mintao's face is not very natural: "however, it's not my favorite song. The emotion expressed in this song is too depressed, I don't like it."

"You don't like it." Shangguan mintao's words turned too fast. Gao Mu was stunned: "then I, then I'm not white..."

"But since you gave it to me, I like it all."

Gao Mu was dizzy with these contradictory words. He didn't know whether Shangguan mintao liked it or not.

"Oh, just like it. Even if I specially gave it to you."

Anyway, Shangguan mintao used to be a singer. It was appropriate to send her a song, but the song he sent was not very pleasant.

"I took it, but there was no reward. Since it was given to me, I won't give you the copyright fee." Shangguan mintao smiled: "also, I will write down the complete lyrics and songs in the hotel in the evening. I don't have such a good memory. I can remember them all after listening to them."

"No problem." Gao Mu made an OK gesture: "it was originally given to you. How could you ask for money!"

They automatically ignored the so-called original third party and didn't think about whether they needed to consult him.

Or a tacit understanding!

"However, sister Tao, I'd like to ask you to help inquire with friends in Hong Kong Island. If there are songs similar to last time's anonymous and this time's Tavern closes for you, do they still accept them?"

Gao Mu finally asked the little abacus in his heart. It was not so direct, but Shangguan mintao must understand it.

"This song is called" the tavern closes for you "

Shangguan mintao's focus is different from Gao Mu's.

"Yes, the tavern is closed for you!"

"Why do I think the title of this song doesn't fit very well? Shouldn't it be called" your tavern is closed to me? "

In the end, he was a singer. A word directly touched the key points. Gao Mu was speechless. His desire to cover up was really superfluous and had no meaning in front of professionals.

"I also think it's more accurate to call your tavern closed for me. Anyway, this song is given to you. As for the name of the song, you decide."