This beautiful girl's mouth is really poisonous, but Huang Guolun has gradually adapted to Zhao Jing's sharp personality, and said confidently: "The songs I wrote before, seriously, are not good, and I can't do it." But lately I've been quite enlightened about making music, and I personally think I've written some really good work. ”

"It's just that do you think personally?Has anyone heard it??," Zhao Jing likes to drill the horns of the bull.

Zhao Yan kicked Zhao Jing again from under the table, telling her not to be so tricky.

This kick kicked Zhao Jing's injured ankle impartially, and stomped Zhao Jing's foot in pain.

"What are you doing, sister! I'm here to help you check it! Don't keep doing it! If Mr. Huang's own song is terrible and scares the customers away, our music theme night will be messed up. Mr. Huang has such a good voice, for the sake of safety, it is more reliable to cover mainstream works such as "Little Love Song". ”

Jiang Lili gave a thumbs up to Zhao Jing from the window: "Beauty, I support you! Teacher Huang sings "Little Love Song" so good! When he sings again, I will definitely come over to cheer!"

"Thank you. Huang Guolun thanked Jiang Lili, suddenly got up, and walked towards a large African tambourine placed at the entrance of the café.

"Mr. Huang, why are you going, you won't be angry and leave, right?" Zhao Jing shouted at Huang Guolun's back.

"I think this African tambourine is a bit interesting, can I use it?" Huang Guolun asked Zhao Yan.

"Yes, this is a gift from a friend of mine, and it is said that it was bought from South Africa. ”

Huang Guolun moved this somewhat tonnage African tambourine to the sofa seat, and Zhao Yan helped move the dining table a little bit to give Huang Guolun more space to swing the drum.

Zhao Yan asked Huang Guolun curiously: "Do you know how to play African tambourine?"

"I have a hobby of collecting musical instruments, and I have a few African tambourines at home, so I don't have anything to do with teaching my son to play them. ”

When speaking, Huang Guolun had relaxed the four fingers of his right hand, supported the root of his fingers to the edge of the drum surface, and gently tapped it with his left hand in the center of the drum surface, knocking out an accent, and his right hand followed the knock on the side of the edge of the drum surface, hitting a deep and crisp alto.

Beginning with these two notes, his hands danced rhythmically on the drum surface, playing a primitive drum rhythm with a special African style, which attracted the attention of the other four people in the room.

Jiang Lili praised and said: "The man who can play the instrument is so handsome! Husband, you should learn from others quickly." ”

"I'd like to learn, this is a master!

Wang Peng has a very self-aware reputation, and as soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one. For Wang Peng, who has a certain foundation in music, as soon as Huang Guolun appeared, he could see that this self-proclaimed music teacher uncle was absolutely extraordinary! His kung fu was not something that ordinary people could learn.

"The most important thing about this African tambourine is the high, middle and low notes, and of course there are some other timbre plays, but they are not as important as these three notes. Through the timbre variation of these three notes, the African tambourine can bring out the rhythmic rhythm to the fullest. ”

Huang Guolun inadvertently put on the teacher's shelf, as if he was teaching students to play drums in an entertaining way.

"Why did you suddenly start drumming?" Zhao Jing was slightly amazed by Huang Guolun's drumming skills, pulled back her long hair from the top of her head, and asked Huang Guolun with a smile.

"I'm going to sing you a song I wrote myself, accompanied by this African tambourine, and you can see if such a song will smash the sign of your store. ”

As soon as Huang Guolun said that he wanted to sing the song he wrote, Zhao Yan and the others were all interested, with expectant expressions on their faces.

Wang Peng and Jiang Lili didn't care about eating a small spoonful of tiramisu per person, and they all looked at Huang Guolun intently, waiting for Huang Guolun to perform.

"This song is called "Anhe Bridge". Accompanied by the beat of the drums, Huang Guolun whispered the name of the song.

Song Dongye of their plane also released the album "Anhe Bridge North", but the main works in it are "Miss Dong", "Lilian", "Dress", "Pigeon", "The Sea of Kabibara" and other songs, but there are no "Zebra Zebras" and "Anhe Bridge".

The song "Anhe Bridge" that popped up in Huang Guolun's mind, as well as another song "Zebra Zebra", were all sung with Song Dongye's voice and temperament, so he felt that this might be his own inspiration to create such a work according to Song Dongye's style.

As for where the Anhe Bridge is and what kind of bridge it is, Huang Guolun doesn't know at all.

But before Zheng Jun wrote "Back to Lasa", he had never been to Lasa, and he didn't know how holy Lasa's clouds were, but Zheng Jun still wrote the Divine Comedy of dreaming back to Lasa.

Therefore, after Huang Guolun burst out of such an unfamiliar image as An Heqiao in his mind, he used it as inspiration to pop up a song, which was not so difficult for him to understand.

He likes this song "Anhe Bridge" very much.

This song will make him miss his loved ones, his lover, and all the good times in the past.

Beautiful music can evoke the deepest memories in people's hearts, and can make these memories ferment the most sultry taste, just like the most beautiful wine, which makes people taste the warmth and coldness of the world in an intoxicating room.

The melody of "Anhe Bridge" sounded in his mind, and Huang Guolun couldn't help but think about Chen Jia, who was the most deeply rooted in his heart.

"Knock...... Da ...... Da ...... Boom...... Da ...... Da ......"

The tambourine was beaten out of a slow, low prelude.

This sad drumbeat, every sound seems to knock into people's hearts, and there is a certain fit with people's heartbeats.

Soon, Zhao Yan and the four of them were caught by Huang Guolun's tambourine opening that was brewing in silence.

After that, Huang Guolun opened his voice and sang intoxicatingly:

"Let me look at you again

From south to north

It's like being blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road

Please repeat that

About that day

The girl holding the box

And men wiping sweat

……”

Like a wounded troubadour, shaking off the rain from the bamboo hat, beside the warm campfire, telling a sad story to fellow travelers who have fallen from the end of the world.

This is the most touching and intoxicating ballad, cutting out the redundant details, only accompanied by a tambourine, each drum beat is like an amplifier, pouring Huang Guolun's magnetic singing voice into the hearts of Zhao Yan and others.

Listening to it, the song became an emotion that flowed from their own hearts, with the taste of nostalgia for the past, which made the tip of their tongues evoke the bitterness of coffee.

Zhao Yan was hit by Huang Guolun's gentle and vicissitudes of singing, and after listening to the beginning, she had already decided that such a song would definitely not smash the signboard of their restaurant! This song was more in line with the temperament of the restaurant than any background music they had played in their store before.

Huang Guolun said before that he also wanted to open such a small restaurant, which is true! I don't know what the other songs he wrote are like, but this song "Anhe Bridge" is definitely tailor-made for this kind of small restaurant.

This song has a lonely beauty, incomparably conquered Zhao Yan, I don't know which string of memory was plucked, Zhao Yan's heart became sour, the more she listened, the more she wanted to cry, she wanted to release all the pressure accumulated in her heart during this time.

When Huang Guolun sang this song, he also felt like crying, because he knew that the beautiful summers he and Chen Jia had experienced were like youth and could never come back.

But as a mature man, sadness is okay, but tears can only flow to the heart, and definitely won't let it roll in the eye sockets.

Even if they have experienced a more hurtful and painful past, they still have to enjoy life.

Because life is like this, helpless.

Tasting every trace of the ups and downs of his past life, Huang Guolun became more and more emotional the more he sang:

"I know that those summers, like youth, can't come back, and instead of dreams, they can only be reluctantly difficult

I know that the that has been blown up will also be laughed at with my youth, and let me be trapped in the city to commemorate you

I know that those summers, just like you, won't come back, and I won't be looking forward to anyone anymore

I know that in this world, there are too many regrets every day, so hello, goodbye......"

"Knock knock...... Da Da ...... Knock knock knock...... Da Da ......"

The tambourine is still ringing, and the dull resonance ferments people's nostalgic emotions.

Huang Guolun's song "Anhe Bridge" really sang to the four young people in the restaurant.

Although they are still young, and their life perceptions and encounters cannot be compared with uncles like Huang Guolun, good music can make people forget their imagination.

Huang Guolun conveyed a deep affection for simplifying the complex through this song "Anhe Bridge", and all four people in the house were moved.

Even Zhao Jing, who is the sharpest and most realistic, was conquered by Huang Guolun's singing of kneeling without shouting and roaring.

Looking at Huang Guolun's back playing the tambourine with his eyes closed from the side and back, Zhao Jing suddenly felt that this uncle was much more handsome than she imagined!

She even felt that all the handsome guys she knew before were not as handsome as the teacher Huang in front of her, who was a little old looking at his back!

It wasn't until this moment that she understood that the charm of mature men was not comparable to those young and fresh meat, and the uncles were not swaying their handsome appearance, but the essence of the years.

Zhao Yan's mobile phone suddenly rang with the ringtone of the iPhone, breaking the afterglow of Huang Guolun's tambourine.

Zhao Yan hurriedly got up, went to the table next to her and picked up her mobile phone, and after looking at the call, she showed a helpless expression on her face, apologized to everyone, and went to the next room to make an indirect call.

Wang Peng seemed to wake up from an unbelievable dream and praised Huang Guolun: "Teacher Huang, your song is so good! Where can I download it? I want to come down as a mobile phone ringer." ”

Huang Guolun replied with a smile: "I haven't published this song." You are the first listeners of this song. ”

Jiang Lili happily said to Wang Peng: "It's really the right time for us to come here tonight! If you stupid person doesn't come, you will miss something! We are so lucky!"

Wang Peng was full of reverence: "Teacher Huang, listening to your song, I will be fascinated by your music." In time, you will be able to shine in the Chinese music scene!"

Huang Guolun was inexplicably relieved by this little fart, and said with a smile: "I never thought of shining or anything, I can have my own small restaurant, play the piano and sing for people who like my music, I am very content." ”

Jiang Lili asked excitedly: "Teacher Huang, when will you hold a special music show? Wang Peng and I will call all our classmates over to cheer you on! Wang Peng and I will go back to tell them that we will meet a particularly powerful folk master tonight, and they will definitely say that we are bragging, and when you hold a special show, I will call them all and let them see if we are bragging!"