Although he is the owner of the Kirin Cafe, Yin Jun celebrated Tao Huimin's birthday and did not engage in any extravagant scenes.

He didn't even empty the restaurant on the second floor of a building, and when he walked up, except for a slightly larger venue separated by a screen, there were still five or six tables of guests ordering and eating in the rest of the place.

Don't think that people are not full, in fact, there are basically only so many rooms on one floor.

Among the three houses, there are a total of 15 such second-floor attics, but they are generally arranged with less than 100 tables.

In the spacious dining room, not only can each table be close to a window to watch the view outside, but there must also be a small band in the middle of the restaurant.

Either a few saxophone players, cello or violin players, or piano players.

Then there is the accompaniment of the guqin, and a few dancers in ancient costumes dancing to the melody.

Not only these, but also the layout and style of each loft are completely different.

All the layouts were made by ancient architectural design masters at a great price, and only this side is available in the whole of China.

The style of each attic is not quite the same, and this differentiation fascinates many foreigners, as long as there are conditions, every second floor must sit down for a meal, which can be considered complete.

These young handsome men and beautiful women are all invited by the Kirin Cafe from the People's Academy and the Conservatory of Music, which can not only enrich the content of the café, but also allow them to exercise and make a lot of money by the way, which is really a great joy.

But there is one point, Wei Xiaofan asked the manager to tell them, it is absolutely not allowed to have any contact with the guests during working hours, what do you want to do, you can do whatever you want after work, we can't care, but when you go to work, you are going to work, and half-heartedness is absolutely not allowed.

These students are still relatively simple, and the brand of the Kirin Group is excellent, so most of them still comply with the regulations.

There are a few girls who can't resist the temptation of going abroad with foreigners, and there is no way to do it, so they are dismissed.

Today, where Yin Jun came to eat, there was only a piano, a girl was playing, and then a boy was holding a microphone and singing loudly.

Hearing this, Yin Jun and Tao Huimin laughed.

The five girls next to him also laughed.

Because the song they played and sang was called "Hand in Hand", which was the theme song of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics and the eternal song of the Olympic Games.

It is also known as one of the best Olympic songs in the world.

The original singer of "Hand in Hand" is a generation of diva Teresa Teng.

It was Yin Jun who wrote the lyrics and music.

Teresa Teng became famous with this song, made her own fame in the United States, and officially became a global diva.

Then Yin Jun personally produced "Teresa Deng" for her, which pushed her to an unprecedented peak in one fell swoop, and no one can say that she can compare with Teresa Teng's achievements.

Not only can they play and sing vigorously, but even the foreigners and Chinese people sitting here at the table listen to it with relish.

A good song can naturally move everyone, not to mention that this song is still so far-reaching abroad, and the single sales have already exceeded 100 million copies, setting an unattainable record!

The manager was like a little servant, and he diligently led Yin Jun and them to a prepared table.

Inviting girls to dinner, in this era, it is natural to have Western food or Japanese and Korean cuisine a little better, because it has an atmosphere and enough taste.

If you eat hot pot or Chinese food, you always feel a little old-fashioned.

This habit has not changed after 40 years, and when more people mention the atmosphere and style, it is either European food or Japanese food, and it will definitely not be Chinese food.

This is also the reason why since the opening of the Qilin Western Restaurant on the side of Dong'anmen, many Western restaurants have opened one after another in the past two years.

Young people in this era are desperately hungry to absorb new things from outside, including food culture.

So just now, Yin Jun looked around and found that there was a table of Chinese guests, and they were also eating exquisite Italian food.

After arranging the seats, the manager hurried down, he had to go to the kitchen to keep an eye on it, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise Brother Sheng would definitely peel his skin.

Brother Sheng is Zhao Sheng, in addition to the Qilin Western Restaurant in charge of Dong'anmen, Houhai is also under his control, and Sanlitun is also under his control.

Some people are jokingly saying that Zhao Sheng is now a catering and entertainment tycoon, and thanks to the plate of the Kirin Group, otherwise Zhao Sheng would have been arrested a long time ago.

Yin Jun and they were sitting and drinking rose tea, chatting and waiting, but at the table of Chinese people about ten meters away from them, they began to discuss them.

"Master Peng, who are you talking about?" asked a chubby man in a whisper to a man in his thirties in a suit.

"I don't know. The man shook his head faintly.

"Don't you know, then they can't be the sons or daughters of any family?" said another thinner man in surprise.

"There are more people I don't know in Beijing, but I can't say that they aren't. The man in the suit, Peng Ye, frowned, "But they are too arrogant like this, right, they really don't care about the adults in the family at all?"

"That's it. A beautiful woman next to her said, "You see, those guards are sitting below, all of them are strong and full of sharpness, and you can tell at a glance that they are from xx." ”

"Sister Mei, your family is xx, you will definitely not be mistaken. The chubby man nodded again and again, "But as Peng Ye said, if he is so flamboyant and sued, wouldn't he be able to eat and walk around." ”

"No, no......"

Peng Ye suddenly looked at Yin Jun again, but was blocked by the screen, "I seem to have seen that man somewhere." ”

"Whatever, if they are so flamboyant, sooner or later they will suffer, no matter how big they are, they can be bigger than Old Man Zhu's face?

"Yes!"

A few people nodded and smiled, and then went back to eating their own things.

However, after a few minutes, the screen was suddenly removed by two girls, and another girl walked up to the men and women who were singing and playing, and said a few words to them.

Listening to her words, the music stopped, the singing stopped, but the two of them were obviously a little resistant, as if they heard some kind of embarrassing request.

No way, another girl went downstairs, and soon a deputy manager ran up quickly, and without knowing what to say to them, the young student obediently stood on the other side.

While everyone was wondering, they saw the handsome and handsome young man, who was a little younger than the student, get up from his position, and came over and sat down at the piano.

A girl next to her skillfully connected the microphone to the small rack on the piano.

After trying the sound first, Yin Juncai smiled at Tao Huimin, who had already stood up over there, and said in a harmonious voice: "A song "The Story of Time", give it to Minmin!"

Foreigners don't understand much Chinese, but when they saw a boy singing for a girl, they became lively and laughed and applauded.

"The Story of Time?" Peng Ye repeated the name and asked Sister Mei next to him, "Xiaomei, have you heard this song?"

"Nope. Sister Mei shook her head very firmly, "I have heard almost all of Hong Kong's singer albums, this name is unfamiliar, and it should not be an excellent song." ”

At this moment, the prelude ended, and Yin Jun opened his mouth to sing.

"The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn, and the sunset in winter.

Melancholy youth, young me, once ignorantly thought so.

The windmill is in the song of the reincarnation of the four seasons, and it flows every day.

In the poems of the wind and snow, I am growing up year after year.

The story of flowing water that takes away time has changed a person, just in that sentimental and first waiting youth. ”

Unlike Luo Dayou's hoarse and deep voice, Yin Jun's voice is not too good, but it is clear enough to sing such a folk song, which is very melodious and beautiful.

Foreigners don't understand Chinese, but music knows no borders.

When these few verses were sung, their eyes immediately lit up and they listened more seriously.

The pair of students who were playing and singing with a little cold eyes suddenly opened their eyes like bull's eyes.

Did you hear that right?

Why is it so good!?

The few Chinese people at that table were also a little stupid when they saw this.

Sister Mei almost wanted to go straight to the ground.

Insiders look at the doorway.

It's just a song that you can hear, it's definitely a very good song, but she just swore that it wouldn't be very good.

The rest of the people definitely didn't dare to laugh at her, so they could only continue to listen to the song.

"Yellowed photos, old letters, and faded Christmas cards.

The songs I wrote for you when I was young, I'm afraid you've long forgotten them

The vows of the past are like colorful bookmarks in the textbook, depicting many beautiful poems, but after all, they are a puff of smoke

The story of running water and taking away time has changed the two people, in that sentimental and tearful youth for the first time. ”

“……”

"The Story of Time" is not long.

Without adding the prelude and ending arrangement, Yin Jun only sang for about three minutes before he finished singing.

When he finished playing the last syllable, not only Tao Huimin's eyes looking at him were cautious, but the five girls in Huaju were the same, and they all wanted to swallow Yin Jun.

Tao Huimin inadvertently mentioned it just now, and asked Yin Jun to sing a song to herself.

Yin Jun readily agreed, and then said that he had written a song, which was just right to give to her.

As a result, I didn't expect it to be so beautiful to sing.

Although there is no love and love in the song, the melancholy of the passage of time and the nostalgia for the beauty of youth are revealed.

And it's so natural, eloquent, and doesn't have that kind of pretentious feeling at all.

In fact, if you have a guitar, it will definitely be more flavorful.

But to have such talent, I really can't ask for too much.

That is, Tao Huimin is next to her, that is, there is no shortage of beauties around Yin Jun, otherwise these five beautiful Chinese opera girls can directly drag Yin Jun into the room and give the overlord a hard bow.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Applause rang out.

Whether the foreigners understood it or not, they all applauded and showed their respect.

The top students of the two conservatories applauded desperately, and if it was replaced forty years later, they would definitely shout 666.

Peng Ye and their table also applauded enthusiastically.

They all really like this song, and if they can understand the lyrics, they can feel the charm of the song even more.

Sister Mei really couldn't hold back, so she got up and walked over directly, blocking Yin Jun who was about to return to her seat, "This gentleman, may I ask which star sang this song?"

"Oh, I just wrote it, and there is no singer to sing it yet. Yin Jun said with a smile.

Originally, this "Story of Time" should have been written by Luo Dayou to Zhang Aijia the year before last, but because Luo Dayou came to Kirin Records, he didn't write this song, so it was naturally counted as Yin Jun.

"What did you write?" Sister Mei became more and more confused, "May I ask sir, are you ...... Chinese?"

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The specific writing time is a bit off, and the plot needs it, so it's Gui Junshao who wrote it ^_^

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