Wang Zhilong's words are a bit cold, scold him, sit together and let others see the jokes, don't scold him, his appearance and words are really congestive. So several people turned their heads to do something else, deliberately ignoring him.

The table was placed along the fence, more than two meters away from the fence, forming a semi-circular with a projection cloth hanging in front of the wall and a projector on an old desk. At this time, there is no VCD, only LD, called laser DVD player, projection is called a small movie, or a rarity, because it is very expensive, the cheapest DVD player also costs more than 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and the projector has to be turned up and tripled.

During this period, the equipment used in China was all small RB products, Panasonic, NEC, Sharp, Tozhi, and there were also German goods, which were more expensive.

This semi-open-air music tea bar is made by the Railway Cultural Center, and private individuals do not dare to invest so much money in this. At this time, there were already prototypes of karaoke, but they were all large color TVs with video recorders, three yuan and five yuan for singing a song, and they were all open-air roadside stalls.

This can only be done at night, and the light is too bright during the day to see the image clearly.

Soon the guy sent Xiaohong's white fungus soup, Yang Changjiu's tea and Wang Zhilong's coffee, and the music that had been playing stopped.

The staff sitting behind the desk who played the song tinkered a few times, picked up the microphone and said: "Table No. 3 is singing, a song "Can You Can", please enjoy it." Then the waiter ran over and took the microphone and sent it to table three. A man in a suit at the table stood up reservedly and took the microphone, and the people around closed their mouths, and the inside and outside of the stadium suddenly became quiet, only the sound of cars on the road outside came.

The man with the microphone cleared his throat, coughed, and nodded at the song, and when he pressed it, the music sounded, and the still picture moved, revealing Andy Lau's young and handsome face.

"How can I forget your voice, once around me every day, my heart froze and refused to remember, I had no choice but to close my eyes and think of ......"

To be honest, the sound effect at that time, that is, the sound was amplified, and then the reverberation was added manually, and the singing depended on his own talent, this singing brother seemed to be a veteran, holding the microphone and closing his eyes slightly affectionately, and shaking his body with the music while singing, which caused a round of applause and applause from the onlookers at the same table and outside.

Xiaowei and their side also applauded, a few deflated mountain cannons were a little envious and yearning to watch people sing, a little eager to try, and they didn't know the bottom of their hearts, for a while listening to the singing here and carrying out tens of thousands of calculations per second, all kinds of thoughts and feelings came to their hearts together, and before they finished singing a song, these people were already red-faced and sweaty.

Dry mouth, drinking tea, and then pretending to lean back in the chair as if nothing had happened, watching the singing, in fact, I don't know how artificial my actions are at this moment. The more people care, the more familiar they are, the more confident they are, the more natural they are, and on the contrary, they have a taste of emptiness. People are self-centered, using their senses to subjectively speculate about the people around them.

It's like walking and suddenly falling, for a while I was ashamed and ashamed, and I even had to deliberately chic a little bit to show that I didn't care about my ease, but my heart was broken, and I felt that the whole world was staring at me with a big mouth. No one cares about you but yourself, and your bloody face just keeps the eyes of passers-by on you for half a second.

"This is delicious, can you make it at home?" Xiaohong held a small bowl to eat white fungus soup, and leaned on Xiaowei to say to him while eating.

Xiaowei glanced at it and said, "Yes, tomorrow I will find someone to learn, it shouldn't be difficult." Don't you sing? Aren't you going to sing, isn't my future a dream? ”

Xiao Hong's face was a little red, she glared at Xiao Wei writhingly, and then quietly looked at the singing, a little moved, and full of embarrassment, subconsciously filled her mouth with something, and said, "It's delicious, sweet, and slippery." I'm going to eat at home. ”

Xiaowei nodded and said, "Okay, I will learn tomorrow." ”

At this time, Wang Zhilong, who was sitting on Xiaohong's side, reached out and knocked on the table in front of Xiaohong with his fingers, Xiaohong and Xiaowei turned their heads to look at it together, Wang Zhilong leaned over and lowered his voice and said, "Don't finish eating, you want a little left." ”

Xiaohong looked at the contents of the bowl, the bowl was originally small, only five or six mouthfuls, and there was still some left?"

Wang Zhilong smiled mysteriously, his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he whispered: "When you come to this kind of place, you have to have some leftovers, and you can't finish eating, which makes you seem to come often, or make people laugh." ”

Xiao Wei was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "Who said that?"

Wang Zhilong smiled again, and the thin whisker on his lips moved when he smiled, which looked a little obscene, but he had to make a very solemn and confident look in his chest, which was a bit funny.

Xiaohong turned her head to look at Xiaowei, and Xiaowei said, "Don't worry about him, it's nonsense." He turned his head and stopped looking at Wang Zhilong.

After the table finished singing, Dafentou handed the microphone back to the waiter, nodded around reservedly to express his gratitude for the applause, and then sat back.

"Table 7 sings, I want to fly, please enjoy. ”

The service guy ran over with the microphone, Chen Hui stood up and took the microphone, coughed, and nodded at the song, and everyone realized that table No. 7 was their own table.

"Facing me who failed in love

There is no chance to choose

It's not wrong for me to work hard towards Twilight

In exchange, I was left with only sorrow

Standing in the rain with a blurred back is me OH

Don't you love me anymore......"

Chen Hui's voice sounded with the music, and he sang well, he didn't do the intoxicated expression like Dafen just now, he just held the microphone in both hands and looked at the lyrics on the projection and sang seriously, singing very steadily, and he looked like he had played this.

After singing a song, all the tables and onlookers outside applauded, and there were applauding, shouting for another one, someone on the side to settle accounts, eight people, drinking tea or something can sing eight songs, then there are three plates of snacks and an unlimited amount of coffee.

After singing, the service guy didn't come to get the microphone, Chen Hui sat down directly and handed the microphone to Xiaohong, Xiaohong was stunned: "Ha? give me Gaha?"

Chen Hui said with a smile: "Xiaowei said that you want to sing my future is not a dream, I will help you order, this song is." ”

Before the words fell, he spoke on the side of the song: "Table 7 sings, my future is not a dream, please enjoy it." ”

Xiao Hong's face turned red with a brush, and he took the microphone and stood up in a daze, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, grabbed Xiao Wei on the side tightly with one hand, took two deep breaths, and nodded hesitantly to the side of the song.

The prelude sounded, Xiaohong took a deep breath again, staring at the projection cloth deadly, there was actually no special karaoke accompaniment disc at that time, although there were subtitles, but there were no seconds reading prompts, it all depended on proficiency.

Xiaohong was nervous, shy and frightened, and she was not so confident, her body trembled, and she didn't dare to make a sound when she grabbed Xiao Wei's teeth with her left hand, Xia Maosheng and Li Guangzhao squinted and snickered.

The first sentence didn't catch up because I was nervous and unskilled, and it was a beat slower, but this song was usually sung by Xiaohong, and I entered the state after a little adjustment. In this era, there are no televisions, no computers, no mobile phones, tape recorders are still large, people have quite few opportunities to learn to sing, and they have to memorize the lyrics, and the lyrics are hard to find and then copy in a notebook.

"Are you like me, even if you suffer from indifference

I don't give up on the life I want

You're not like I'm busy pursuing all day

Pursuing an unexpected gentleness ......"

From the third sentence, Xiaohong is a lot more natural, except that her voice is a little trembling because of nervousness, she sings well, the woman's voice is a few degrees higher than that of the man, and there is no pressure to sing this song at all.

After singing a song, applause rang out all around, Xiaohong seemed to have lost her strength all of a sudden, sat down and leaned on Xiaowei to gasp, Xiaowei could clearly feel her heartbeat.