701. Festive atmosphere
Christmas Eve, which is a big holiday in South Africa.
Most of the town's residents are white, but there aren't many Christians, as evidenced by the lack of churches in the town, but they take Christmas Eve and Christmas as much as they do, and tonight families are reunited, they eat at home, but the town's restaurants are still overcrowded.
It's all tourists!
Yang Shubao estimated that the flow of people in the reserve today exceeded 1,000, which was the largest flow of people since he built the reserve.
He was also tired after a busy day's work, so he definitely didn't want to go to the restaurant to work as a helper, but Maison swore that Lu Penghui and Duren were holding a concert in the restaurant, and he decided to go and see it full of suspicion.
Lu Penghui and Du Lun do have good voices, when their alma mater held a young singer competition, the two shocked the whole school with a duet.
It's not that they sing very well, but the song they chose is called "Knowing Lovers......
Yang Shubao told Nicole about this as an interesting story, Nicole didn't understand what was interesting about it, Yang Shubao took out his mobile phone and searched for "Knowing Lover" and sanitary napkin advertisements, and told him the stalk of this song.
Nicole laughed when she understood, but Yang thought she was smiling perfunctorily.
The bus was parked in front of the fast food restaurant, and it was overcrowded, but fortunately, Sissi had made supplies in advance, otherwise she would not have been able to entertain so many guests today.
There was also a space in the full dining room, and a simple stage was set up, with microphones and drum kits, surrounded by a table in the middle, which really looked like that.
Du Lun and Lu Penghui were studying something around the bar, and when they saw the two of them, they smiled and waved.
Nicole walked over and smiled and asked, "Hello, what are you doing?"
"We are negotiating the songs to be sung, and the Chinese are particular about getting off to a good start, so we need to pick a song that will shock the audience to get off to a good start to the night of peace songs." Duren said.
Nicole teased: "How about "Knowing My Lover", right?"
Du Lun's eyes suddenly widened and looked at Yang Shubao: "He told you about our past?"
Nicole said, "Yes, but he just said it casually, and I wrote it down." β
Du Lun sneered: "This bastard must not have told you casually, it was right that the two of us were singing on stage at that time, but there were people dancing with us, guess who danced?"
Yang Shubao's face changed: "You study first, Nicole, you come with me, let's go debug the snow blower." β
Sissi, who walked past the side and served the wine, was surprised: "What are you debugging?
At night, there was no one in the reserve, so they brought back the snow blaster, and Meissen turned it on as soon as possible, and there will be snowflakes spraying out continuously.
Yang Shubao couldn't leave, so he had to smile and say, "Brother Lun, don't hit people in the face." β
Lu Penghui squeezed his eyes at Nicole with bad intentions: "Do you know the relationship between the song "Knowing Lover" and a certain female necessities?"
"I know, advertise this necessity, right?"
"Then you should have thought of Lao Yang's nickname, right? We sang this song on stage and found Lao Yang to dance, to be honest, this is a match made in heaven!"
Nicole suddenly understood what was going on, and laughed with a flutter.
This smile was not perfunctory
Uncle Yang took a sip of beer, and Made's miscalculation lifted a stone and shot himself in the foot!
As night fell, the center of the stage was lit up, and Maison took the stage with a drumstick, next to a non-mainstream hunk in a leather shirt and leather pants with a red and green face.
Yang Shubao looked carefully before he recognized the macho man as Hall, and he walked up and asked, "Hey, Walker, your current image is quite different from your usual appearance." β
Hall shivered his legs like Elvis Presley and slammed the electric bass, shaking like a tumbler.
Immediately, diners began to whistle at him, and a white teenager ran up to him and shivered.
Hall squeezed the boy's eyes, and the boy's mother hurriedly came up and pulled him away and apologized: "I'm sorry sir, my son always likes to imitate his grandfather who got Parkinson's, it's rude, I'll criticize him." β
The words hit Hale's head like a bullet.
Du Lun and Lu Penghui came to the stage, among which Lu Penghui also had a guitar hanging in front of him, with his tall body and slightly depressed temperament, it turned out to be really tasteful.
Maison raised his right hand with his right arm and quickly turned the drumstick, and the drumstick flew out.
Yang Shubao couldn't stand it and took the lead in laughing.
Mason was thick-skinned, he stood up and shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, friends from Europe, America, Asia and Oceania, tonight is a night that belongs to the Lord, and it is also a night of revelry, we have invited two popular kings from the mysterious ancient oriental country of China, let us raise a glass to welcome them to perform!"
There were a bunch of arms raised in the room, and there were people lying on the stairs watching the excitement and raising their glasses, which were diners on the second floor.
The prelude sounded, and Yang Shubao was very familiar with it, a fire in winter.
The old rules, Du Ren's lead singer, Lu Penghui responded, Maison and Hall operated blindly according to the music score, and Yang Shubao was dazzled by it.
Li Chaoyang was stunned and said, "Brother, this singing is not right, right?"
Zhang Yang, who had a detached personality, shouted: "Brother Chaoyang, why are you so old-fashioned? What's wrong with this kind of occasion? What you want is an atmosphere, sing alongβyou're like that fire, woo!
The atmosphere in the restaurant is indeed hot enough, and Duren is easily excited when he sings, and he sings and sings and takes off the microphone and shuttles between the tables.
Then several people reached out, all with green dollars on their fingers.
Yang Shubao took a bottle of beer and leaned against the door while looking at it and laughing, compared with last year, this year's Christmas Eve is really lively.
Last year's Christmas Eve was dominated by small town residents, whose spending power is incomparable with that of tourists, and they are accustomed to the life of the resort town with little soup and water, and the residents' temperament also tends to be quiet and tranquil, which is as hi as tourists.
Du Lun and Lu Penghui sang five songs in a row, jumping and jumping sweating profusely, they put down the microphone and prepared to rest, at this time Zhang Ju walked up to the stage and said: "The flame of revolution cannot be extinguished, the song of revolution cannot be stopped, come, I will take a song." β
Li Chaoyang and the others whistled, Zhang Ju waved at the two of them decently, and then the mellow baritro voice sounded: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes......"
Although Yang Shubao is not a musician, he can also listen to some doorways, Zhang Ju's singing taste is different from Du Lun's two, he asked Zhang Yang: "Your brother's level is not ordinary." β
Zhang Yang said with a smile: "It's okay, my brother graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music, but after a few years in Jingpiao, he felt that the industry was not easy to mix without a background, so he took the money he saved to build a factory. β