The weather forecast was accurate, and snow began to fall in the sky at about 4 p.m.

Tomorrow he was going to the party school to participate in training, Han Chaoyang got off work on time, took Xu Hongliang's car back to the PolyU teachers' dormitory to change into the down jacket he bought last year but didn't wear much, and got into the car again with his little sister Xie Lingling, who also had just gotten off work, to go to the hostel for dinner.

On a cold night with a cold breeze swishing, there is nothing like a hot pot to warm people.

Huang's mother knew that it was going to snow today, so she prepared for this for nearly two days, for fear that he, the prospective son-in-law, would forget it, so she called once at noon and again when she was about to get off work.

When I arrived at the hostel, it was already dark, and the Chinese and English logo light boxes of "Chaoyang International Youth Hostel" were particularly conspicuous, and the strings of colorful lights in front of the entrance hall added a bit of festive atmosphere to the hostel.

"I will never understand your tenderness, I cannot see you clearly. I will never understand your tenderness, and I feel like I've entered layers of fog. I will never understand your tenderness, and dreams in the fog are not a destination......"

When you push the door, you can clearly hear the singing coming from the hall.

Xu Hongliang thought that there was a song inside, but Han Chaoyang and Xie Lingling could hear that it was a live singing, and couldn't help but smile and glance at each other.

Lift the curtain, push open the glass door, come in and see, sure enough, there is a singer standing on the small stage in the right corner of the hall playing and singing, the benches under the stage are full, and there are more than a dozen literary and artistic young people who pursue "poetry and distance" can't find a place, either standing behind the bench, or standing on the stairs leading to the second floor, or lying on the guardrail of the corridor on the second floor to enjoy.

Some people hummed along, some people held up their mobile phones to take pictures, and a girl leaned over and ran to the front and took a selfie with the singer.

Han Chaoyang stood on tiptoe and looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked to the bar, dusted off the snowflakes on his body, took off his down jacket and said with a smile: "It turned out to be him!"

Huang Ying, who was sitting on the high chair and listening with relish, subconsciously asked, "Do you know?"

"Not only do I know, but Lingling also knows, Yanyang is so big, there are so many singers in the field, I can't know you if you want to. Han Chaoyang took out the thermos cup from the bar, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of water, and then said: "I forgot what my surname is, I just remember that my name is Ah Cheng, and I sing well, it seems that I participated in a talent show last year, but I was brushed off in the second round." ”

"Why is it still brushed down if you sing well?" asked Xu Hongliang puzzled.

"The voice is not recognizable, the basic skills are not solid enough, the depth of breath, the sense of support, the compression of the voice, and the proportion of resonance are very average. ”

"I sound good. ”

"As long as it's not incomplete, you listen to it well. Han Chaoyang turned his head and smiled, and asked curiously: "Why did he come here, are you going to invite him to come over and sing?"

"With you and Lingling here, do we need to find a resident singer?" Zhang Beibei suddenly appeared behind him, leaned on the bar and crossed his arms and explained: "We have a preferential activity, talented wandering singers and folk artists come to stay with us, as long as they perform a few shows for free in the hall, the accommodation fee can be discounted by 5%. ”

What is the accommodation fee, it is clearly the bed fee.

Thinking that a bed was only 45 yuan a night, Han Chaoyang muttered: "It seems that he can't get along, otherwise he won't take advantage of this little advantage." ”

"Really?" Zhang Beibei was taken aback, and couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and look at the small stage.

Han Chaoyang only glanced at it just now, Xie Lingling looked at the front for a while, noticed that the hall had changed a lot, and ran back and asked curiously: "Beibei, where did the piano and drum kit on the side of the stage come from?"

"There is a piano!" Han Chaoyang was surprised, and subconsciously stood on his heels and looked again.

Zhang Beibei smiled proudly: "Brother Wei helped us buy second-hand goods, piano 4800, drum kit 760, do you see if it's worth it?"

As long as you are studying music, who will not be interested in musical instruments, Han Chaoyang squeezed into the corner to take a look, returned to the bar and said with a smile: "It's worth it, it's worth it, it's new, you make a lot of money! ”

"The value is good, but the value alone is not good, you have to make it work. Teacher Han, Teacher Xie, go up and show your hand!"

"What is Lu, I'll go to the kitchen to see if the hot pot is ready. ”

"Don't go," Huang Ying grabbed his arm and snickered: "The song is almost over, I want to hear you play, go up and play a song, and then go to shabu mutton after playing." ”

"Chaoyang, give me some face. Xu Hongliang was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he pulled Han Chaoyang and walked forward.

"I'm really not good at playing the piano, Lingling, you play the piano, I'm going to play the drums, I haven't played for a long time, just practice my hands. ”

"Husband, can you beat the drum kit?" Huang Ying was surprised.

"It's much easier to play a drum kit than it is to play the piano. Han Chaoyang turned his head and smiled, thought about it and stretched out his hands and shook them.

Xie Lingling didn't want to disappoint them, so she whispered in Han Chaoyang's ear, and then squeezed in front of the wandering singer Ah Cheng, who had just finished playing and singing "I Will Never Understand Your Tenderness", and raised her hand to say hello.

He was even more surprised than Han Chaoyang when he first saw him, and was about to say hello, Xie Lingling sat down in front of the piano, opened the lid and said with a smile: "Brother Cheng, let's have a piece of your specialty track, "Father" by the chopsticks brothers, Chaoyang and I will accompany you." ”

"The rising sun is also there?"

"Here!" Han Chaoyang sat down in front of the drum kit, picked up the drum and pounded it between his fingers, and turned it skillfully.

"It's too much of a coincidence. ”

Ah Cheng couldn't believe that this was true, and at this time, the audience sent another burst of lively applause.

"Here we go. Xie Lingling raised her arms and struck the keys, and beautiful music flowed from her slender fingers.

Ah Cheng looked back at Han Chaoyang, holding the electric guitar and singing affectionately while playing: "I always ask for you, but I never say thank you." It wasn't until I grew up that I understood that it was not easy for you. Every time I leave, I always pretend to be relaxed, smile and say go back......"

Ah Cheng sings well and focused, the lyrics of this song are simple and touching, and the most straightforward language evokes the deepest hidden emotions in people's hearts.

Family affection is a very wonderful thing, usually it is so self-heating and is ignored and covered up by people, until the heart is occasionally calmed down as if it is emptied, it will pick up this precious feeling, looking, recalling, or happy, or sad, what remains unchanged is the heavy feeling in the heart.

Han Chaoyang was beating the drum kit, but there was a thought lingering in his mind: next time I go back, I will sing this song to my father!

In fact, it was not only him who was touched, Ah Cheng sang and cried, and the literary and artistic young people in the audience who pursued "poetry and distance" also had sour noses, and they could clearly see the tears of several girls rolling in their eyes, and it could be seen that on this snowy night, they were homesick and homesick.

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There are never too many beautiful singing voices and music, and after singing a song, there was thunderous applause in the hall, and several girls shouted for another song. Even Huang's father and Huang's mother, who were preparing dinner, and Lao Guan, a hotel employee, were attracted to stand at the bar and applaud, asking for another song with the tourists.

I have known Ah Cheng for a long time, but it is the first time to perform the same show on the same stage.

Seeing that he had no intention of getting off the stage while plucking the strings, Han Chaoyang nodded slightly and played two more songs for him.

Since we know each other, of course we have to eat together.

Huang's father, Huang's mother, and Zhang Beibei were so enthusiastic, Ah Cheng was so embarrassed that he could only follow up the staff restaurant located next to the boiler room with an embarrassed face, and sat around the round table to make hot pot together.

"Ah Cheng, eat more. Dad Huang has always been unaccustomed to young men with long hair, but tonight is an exception, holding a wine glass and saying sincerely: "I sang so well just now, I was moved to tears, and I really sang the voice of being a child." It makes me think of my father, who is in his 70s, and is still working hard in his hometown, which is really sad. ”

"Dad, it's the New Year's Day holiday in a few days, and you can drive back to live for a few days. Huang Ying said in a low voice.

"Don't talk about that, eat first, and use chopsticks. ”

Xu Hongliang also realized that it was inappropriate to say this, and looked at the boiler room: "The heating is okay, I have been worried that the heating will not burn up, and the room will be cold." ”

Lao Guan, a former 527 factory worker who is responsible for the maintenance of boilers and plumbing and electricity, put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "The boiler alone is 140,000, and the entire heating is spent on 200,000 yuan.

The gas boiler is definitely the biggest investment in the hostel, which not only costs a lot of money, but also has cumbersome procedures, for which Director Su and Zhang Beibei ran for nearly a month.

They chatted about the hostel, and Han Chaoyang asked about Ah Cheng's current situation.

"I'm different from you, I can only run bars, KTV and wedding venues, which is similar to being a chef, the boss has to change after working in a restaurant for a long time, otherwise the guests come to see you singing today, and tomorrow they will find that it is you again, and they will not come the day after tomorrow. There is less and less work, and I really can't get mixed up in Yanyang, so I plan to go to BJ to break through. ”

The competition in the running field is also fierce, and someone like him who can only play and sing may be the most competitive.

If you can play the piano, play the violin, and play the saxophone, you can go to big hotels, cafes and western restaurants to play, and no matter how poor you are, you can find a training institution to teach children to play musical instruments.

But he is obviously not just trying to make a living, everyone like him has a dream of being a singer.

Thinking that there was also a classmate who was wandering around like him, Han Chaoyang sighed secretly, took out his mobile phone and said: "BJ, I have a few classmates, the class president when I was in college was there, it seems that he is doing well, and he is also doing this business, I will send you his mobile phone number, and call him again when I go back, you can find him when you get to BJ." ”

Go out with friends, especially in this business.

Ah Cheng was not hypocritical, saved the mobile phone number that Han Chaoyang had just sent him, and said in a choked voice: "Thank you." ”

"What's so thankful for this, don't forget your brother when you develop in the future. ”

"And me, I guess don't forget my brothers and sisters. Xie Lingling smiled, and then changed her words: "Brother Cheng, why are you wearing this when it's so cold outside?"

"No, I didn't bother to go up and buy it. Ah Cheng replied lightly, and he could hear a bit of bitterness in his tone.

People have self-esteem, and it would be inappropriate to ask again, Han Chaoyang and Xie Lingling glanced at each other, and then looked back at their girlfriends, Xu Hongliang and Zhang Beibei also reacted, and beckoned him to eat food.

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