The owner of the Years Bar was very prescient, and the news spread quickly, and the door of the Years Bar was soon crowded with people. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is not surprising, the style bar street gathered many music lovers, audiophiles, it can be said that it is a large group, as long as you are free, you will come to the bar street to sit for a while, each bar will have a different singer singing different types of songs, what mood today, what type of songs to listen to, this is a good place.

So just one piece of information, Su Luo appeared in the style bar street and sang in the bar, and soon the drinkers in the entire bar street knew.

After receiving the news, the fans scattered in other bars all ran over, but they couldn't get in, and they were in a hurry.

"The legendary brother who sang "Nothing"? is he really here?"

"Really, look, my friend sent me the photos inside, na, I saw that Su Luo and Brother Pao, and the two girls behind him are so beautiful!"

"Oh, I regret that I die, I shouldn't have listened to folk songs tonight, I should have listened to the rock of the Spring City band at the Time Bar with Dalin and the others. ”

"What did Brother Legend sing again?"

......

Hanging a full sign, the door of the bar was tightly closed, and the big brother guarding the door had a face full of meat, and there were scars on his face, fierce and vicious, but he couldn't control the scene at all, and there seemed to be screams from inside, and suddenly the crowd was surging,

"Hey, let's go inside!"

"It's really full! If you really want to go in, you can line up, and you can only get in if someone comes out. ”

The big brother guarding the door was also helpless, so he could only push the small short sleeves up a little more, revealing strong muscles and dazzling tattoos, so as to pretend to be more ferocious.

In the years bar, the song "Silent Years", the whole audience burned, and the screams and shouts seemed to lift the roof.

The drinkers and enthusiasts in the bar are now happy to death, and the cheers can't stop there.

The fat boss of the bar, moved to tears at the moment, this is a song specially written for the years of the bar? I really want to buy it, I am willing to pay any amount!

Su Luo is really a god, the song he just wrote under his nose is less than ten minutes before and after, it is too demonic.

A group of people in DreamWorks are all like they have stunts, not to mention that the small cannon is very familiar, the two girls on the stage who are so beautiful that they are suffocating, I didn't expect them to be so violent, I am afraid to think about it, I glanced at it with the score, and I said it on it, without ambiguity at all.

This strength, it is impossible to believe it if you don't see it with your own eyes, I don't know how people who have been black and bad on the Internet will feel when they experience such a thing once.

Sayuri pulled her little fist excitedly throughout the whole process, although she couldn't understand Cantonese, but she still burned it, she didn't want it, she had forgotten about the live broadcast or something, so she didn't care.

In the applause, Brother Gong Yu Xia Zihan got off the stage, Xia Da Demon King was having fun today, his excited little face was flushed, he was drenched in sweat, and he jumped off the stage as soon as it was over and ran to the wine table to find a beer to drink.

"How is it? Now I'll ask, can I do it?" Brother Pao slapped his chest again, pretending to force Xu Jingman!

"Come on, keep blowing!" the knife was directly a middle finger.

Gong Yu also sat down with a smile and picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, frowning, the unique bitterness and astringency of beer bloomed in the taste buds, it really didn't suit him, and then looked at Su Luo, who was still on the stage, it was really handsome!

Why are the bands all gone? Stopped singing? How can this work!

In the bar, the drinkers are shouting frantically,

"Beauty, don't go!

"One more song!"

"One more song!"

......

In this atmosphere and rhythm, Su Luo wanted to continue rocking, but he had just written the accompaniment of only one song, and they couldn't cooperate with Gong Yu when he sang a new song.

Only one guitar can rock and roll, and even no musical instrument Su Luo can rock and roll, but it has a lot less flavor and is too inferior.

"You guys calm down first," Su Luo raised his hand to suppress the restless atmosphere, paused, shrugged his shoulders, and then said helplessly,

"I'm sorry to tell you the bad news, the heavy metal band we just formed temporarily has been removed from the shelves because of excessive heavy metal content. ”

"Hahahaha!"

"It's funny!"

There was a lot of laughter in the bar.

At the wine table of the DreamWorks members, Brother Cannon was pointed out by Qianfu,

"It's definitely because you're over the limit!"

"Haha~~!!"

Also laughed.

"So, do you want to listen to the ballads?"

"Yes!"

Of course I want to, but I still have to ask? Although it has just been ignited, I want to continue rocking, but as long as Su Luo sings, we have to listen!

"Then let's switch styles?" Su Luo said, put down the electric guitar, picked up a folk guitar, and sat down in front of the microphone, "The Cantonese song just now, is it that many people can't understand it!"

"Understood!"

"I understand, I'm from the South!"

A girl stood on a stool excitedly and shouted.

......

"Oh, there are so many southerners, and the girl from the south stands up and let me see?"

The result is that the girls all stand on the stool,

"Hey, hey, hey, who are you fooling, Sayuri, aren't you a girl from the Northeast? You still have to be shameless, sit down! Old girl, you are dishonest!" Su Luo said, pointing to Sayuri, who was standing on the stool and beckoning and screaming.

"Hahahaha~~~!!!"

"Okay, okay, all little short skirts, stand so tall and be careful to walk away! By the way, I just seem to have dropped a coin, can I go down and look for it first?"

"Wow~~~~~!!!"

Su Luo joked and played the guitar, crisp and loud, with a faint melancholy melody, and his restless heart calmed down at once,

"There is a girl from the south living in a village in the north

She always likes to stand on the side of the road in a dress with flowers

She didn't say much, but her smile was so calm and melodious

What was in her weak eyes

It is the sorrow of longing

The rainy winters of the towns in the south are not as cold as those in the north

She didn't need a bloated cotton coat to cover her watery face

She leaves a shadow fragrance on the streets where she comes and goes, and the fragrance is in the hearts of people looking back

In the blink of an eye, the fragrance has drifted away

The shadow is gone

......”

"Wow~~~!!"

Slightly melancholy, the rhythm is soothing, the artistic conception is far-reaching, Su Luo has a little chic and a little lonely voice, and some sadness tells a story in your ear, tender and penetrating,

"Southern girl, are you used to the cool autumn in the north?

Southern girl, do you like the straightforwardness of northerners?

The days went by like those sleepless nights

She chewed gum and talked about her ideals to the wall

Southern girl, we are all enduring a long time

Southern girl, is it the tall buildings that obscure your hopes?

......”

Closing his eyes, Su Luo's gentle voice from his heart was very infectious, a southern girl who seemed to be away from her was right in front of her, chewing gum and talking about her ideals with you, gentle as water, full of delicate warmth, very beautiful.

The end of beauty is loss, the fragrance has drifted away, the shadow is gone, and it is a more empty, more unobstructed self.

What happened to her in the end? The melancholy and aftertaste of a lost beauty.

"Yesterday's rain

It had drenched over her thin shoulders

Beidou in the night sky

Nor did she find her lost direction

She was in the middle of the yard in the sun

Clothes are dried

In the wind of the four seasons, she has her hair scattered

Comforting the time

......”

The song is not simple, and the words are faint, but it hits the ground like that, reminding you of that kind of person, that kind of thing, closing your eyes sourly, and there is a trace of satisfaction that you don't know where to lurk in your body.

"The fruit of the south is ripe

That's your simplest ideal

Na......

South......

Southern ......"

In fact, it has nothing to do with the north and the south, it is more of a feeling.

The most beautiful legends about the South always come from the North, and the most spectacular stories about the North are always popular in the South.

It's so good, full of emotion, inexplicably teary-eyed.

"Encore! Encore!"

"Encore! Encore!"

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