Chapter 17: The Story of the Future
"Then if you sing one, what song will you sing?"
What songs can you sing? There are so many songs that you can sing. It's like they will sing what frontier springs are clear and clear, and I love those songs of Wuzhi Mountain.
The rest of the people on the side also encouraged.
"Let's see what you outsiders can sing, sing one. ”
Sing it, you can't die when you sing, but what song to sing Wan Feng took a lot of thought.
Now those love songs can't be sung, because the ban has not been lifted in China, and the ban will be at least eight or three years later, so he can't sing the love between men and women in the songs.
"I'll sing a song of youthful ambition without worrying. ”
"What kind of song is a young man's ambition, and he seems to have never heard it. ”
Of course you haven't heard of it, and the author of this song is probably still wearing open crotch pants.
"Isn't it good? Don't sing like the seventh. ”
Isn't it good to listen to you? This man is really stupid.
Wan Feng brewed his emotions and sang: "Several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of spring and autumn, wind, frost, snow and rain and torrents..."
After singing a sentence, there was silence all around.
The songs of the '80s are still mainly in the mainstream of national singing, and almost all songs are in this style. And the style of popular songs has hardly appeared, at least not in the countryside.
At that time, Wan Feng had just finished pouring his voice, and his voice already had the appearance of an adult's voice, although he still looked immature when he sang it, but this voice was enough to shake the hearts of those who listened to the singing.
"For the mother's smile, for the harvest of the earth..."
Especially when singing the chorus, Wan Feng's roaring voice is even more exciting.
Luan Feng, who was beside Wan Feng, was unexpectedly short of breath with excitement, and grabbed Wan Feng's arm with one hand.
In this silent night, Wan Feng's singing came far away, and there seemed to be an echo in people's ears at the end of the song.
"What kind of song are you! I've never heard a song like this before, it's so good. ”
"I don't know what's going on, but I'm tickling all over my body. ”
Luan Feng grabbed Wan Feng's hand and didn't let go: "Is there any, sing one more! Sing another!"
"No more. Wan Feng simply refused.
According to this trend, if he doesn't deny it, it is estimated that he will sing endlessly until dawn.
Luan Feng didn't believe it at all: "You must have something else, it's impossible to sing this one, wait for it to come to my grandmother's house and sing it again." ”
Lao Li has two sons, and they have all married and lived in the ditch by now, and there are only two old people left here in the east.
Lao Li works as a breeder in the team, and usually can't go home until the middle of the night.
Lao Li's wife lives in the East House and is already sleeping at this time.
Hee Cheng and the blacksmith were brought home by their sisters because they were too young, and in the end, there were about a dozen men and women left to gather on the big kang in the west house of Lao Li's house.
The kang burned at just the right temperature, and with a large quilt covering the legs, more than a dozen people formed a circle.
At that time, the electrodes were unstable, and there was a power outage except for the three days of the New Year.
Although the electricity bill is very cheap, the income is low, and the lights are usually not turned on.
So a group of people started a singing competition.
Originally, they were going to listen to Wan Feng sing, but this proposal was rejected by Wan Feng, and if he sang it himself, he probably wouldn't be able to speak tomorrow.
If you want to sing, everyone should sing together, one for each person.
Start with Wanfeng.
Wan Feng sang a song of Zheng Zhihua's sailor, which received warm applause from everyone.
Then there were other people singing, with Wan Feng's singing voice in front, and the rest of the people were obviously confused and sang very short, they all hoped that it would be Wan Feng's turn to listen to Wan Feng sing a new song as soon as possible.
Wan Feng's singing songs are unique in both melody and singing, giving them a tsunami-like impact.
Wan Feng's second song is "In Another Country" by Shui Mu Nianhua
After the song was sung, Luan Feng, who was sitting next to Wan Feng, suddenly asked, "Isn't there a love song?" ”
Luan Feng's proposal was cheered by everyone, they are all young boys and girls who are just starting to fall in love, and who has no sparks in their stomachs.
"Is it okay to sing this? If you can't get it, you're going to be rapped to sing yellow songs. ”
In the 80s, Teresa Teng's songs were still beautiful, where can I sing love songs.
"Just sing one, and none of us will say anything. ”
"Then sing one, and I won't sing it tonight after singing this. Wan Feng also put forward his own conditions.
Love songs can be said to be the most numerous song genre in later generations, with thousands of songs coming out every year, but not many can be handed down.
Wan Feng recalled for a while, and finally chose a song about whether you still love me tomorrow.
"There's a song on the radio at midnight, it's a melody that you and I are already familiar with..."
This is a very beautiful melody and slightly sentimental song, which can be said to be one of Tong Ange's masterpieces, this song appeared in the early nineties, and Wan Feng made him come out more than ten years early.
As for whether Tong Ange will make it again in the future after he sings it, Wan Feng doesn't care, that is more than ten years later, who knows what the butterfly effect will be.
After the song was sung, there was not a single sound in the room.
It took a long time for someone to exclaim: "It's so good, I can't imagine that there is such a good song in the world." ”
In the dark, Luan Feng quietly rested his head on Wan Feng's arm.
Now that the song program is over, the storytelling session begins.
Because Wan Feng had the experience of telling stories in Liang Wanjia, he listened to Wan Feng's stories quietly in the room.
Wan Feng started from the perspective of a science fiction story and talked about what the world would look like decades later.
They think that Wan Feng is telling stories, how do they know that Wan Feng is telling real things, but it is only decades later.
"Thirty years later, there are only one or two families left here in Dongtou. ”
In the end, Wan Feng actually talked about the future of Wahou.
"Nonsense, where have all the people in the east gone?"
"It's all moved to the ditch, and it's become farmland. ”
Wan Feng said that by 2010, there was only one family left here in Dongtou, which was the Jiang Wen family who now lived in the back street of Dongtou.
said that Jiang Wen's family was just Jiang Wen himself.
In terms of seniority, Wan Feng has to call Jiang Wen uncle, which is also where Wan Feng is very angry, almost everyone in his grandmother's family is a generation older than him, even Xicheng and the blacksmith have to call others uncle.
Jiang Wen was five years older than Wan Feng, and he was sitting opposite Wan Feng at this time.
This product will be infected with alcoholism in the future, and he is too lazy to choke enough, so he drank his wife away, and in the end, he was left alone to eat all day long and wait for death.
"In the future, a cement bridge will be erected over the big river from the back of the mountain to the small lonely mountain, and there will be paint roads between the various teams, and many families will have cars..."
Wan Feng said the situation in Weicun in general decades later, anyway, these people may not remember it, even if they think of what Wan Feng said tonight decades later, they can only think that Wan Feng's imagination is relatively rich, which is purely a coincidence.