After the resident singer finished singing three songs, he went off the stage to rest, and Gao Meijing proposed that You Lida go up and sing one. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes, with your big champions here, you still need to listen to them." Pang Gang said.

"Waiter." Jia Peng directly called the waiter over and asked, "Can my friend want to sing?" ”

"We have a rule here, guests can't sing." The waiter gave an honest explanation.

"I'll have to say it when it's critical."

Gao Meijing also drank a few glasses, and the excitement came up. She directly asked the waiter to take her to the boss.

The boss was drinking with a few resident singers, and Gao Meijing passed over with a glass of wine.

You Lida looked at the boss's expression on the spot, obviously disagreeing, and the resident singer next to him also showed disdain.

"My friend sings very well, he was the champion of the competition a few days ago, you let him go up and sing."

Hearing Gao Meijing's introduction, the bar owner Mu Zhijue also asked the resident singer next to him, "Which of you has watched that game?" ”

The resident singers shook their heads. One of the male singers with braids looked insulting and said: "What's so good about that show, the level is not good at all." ”

A singer with a mushroom head also said: "Last year, their program team came to our bar to poach people, but none of them were willing to participate, it was too low." ”

Gao Meijing was a little angry by their words, and she said, "He is a music teacher at the university, much better than all of you." ”

The mushroom head was energetic, and he said, "What's so great about the teacher, this is our field, and we don't let outsiders sing blindly." ”

"How do you talk!" Gao Meijing wanted to splash the wine on his face while he was drinking, but the bar owner stopped him.

The bar owner had been silent just now, and he was a little unhappy to see Mushroom Head treating the guests like this, so he said to Mushroom Head: "Drink too much, you." Then he turned his head and said to Gao Meijing: "Since he is a music teacher, it shouldn't be too bad...... But let's talk about it first, if he doesn't sing well and spoils my business, we'll have to charge you twice as much for the drink, and you'll have to come and have a few drinks with us. ”

"That's pretty much it." Gao Meijing said, and shook her head hard, and her long hair was whipped into the faces of those people like a whip.

Seeing Gao Meijing running back to the table in a huff, You Lida asked, "What's wrong?" Who messed with you? ”

"It's fine. They don't believe you sing well, so you go up and sing a good song so that they know what it means to be outside. Hurry up, I've sold myself. ”

"Huh?"

"Let's go!"

You Lida didn't understand what "sold" meant, so he went directly to the stage under the push of Jia Peng and Pang Gang, and the mushroom head and a drummer in a shirt followed him on stage to accompany him.

The guests were obviously a little resistant to the reckless strange man, one table of young men and women slammed their wine glasses on the table to show their dissatisfaction, and another table of middle-aged men squinted at You Lida as if You Lida had snatched their wine bottles.

The mushroom head and the drummer were forced by the bar owner to come up for the sake of the performance effect, and in case You Lida did not sing well, he could remedy it in time.

The mushroom head on the stage asked You Lida impatiently: "What song to sing." ”

You Lida said politely: ""Forgotten Time", F tone. ”

The mushroom head frowned slightly and said, "Can it work?" ”

You Lida smiled and nodded, his face full of calmness.

At this time, they had been delayed on the stage for two minutes, and the guests in the audience were a little impatient, and just now there was a man who squinted at the table where You Lida said: "Can you still do it, can't go on." ”

You Lida sat on the barstool, did not look up, and directly tried the microphone. The mushroom-headed guitar sounded a strum, and You Lida slowly spoke.

"Who's knocking on my window

Who's tickling the strings

That forgotten time

Gradually, it came back out of my heart......"

The mushroom head played the guitar, and his facial expression from impatience at the beginning slowly relaxed, and turned into devotion, because You Lida sang too much.

Cai Qin's tone belongs to the mezzo-soprano, and the male voice sings this song more than enough, but You Lida lowers the song by half a note, and the application of chest resonance highlights his very magnetic bass, and the song is processed into a jazz style, lazy and with a very special sense of rhythm, such as whiskey into the throat, long and soft, but also exudes the mellow aroma of oak, so that the whole bar is filled with ambiguous taste.

A young woman was in her seat near the stage, only one step away from Youlida, her hands clenched into fists on her chin, her eyes sparkling, as if her boyfriend was talking to her.

The man who had let You Lida go down raised his eyebrows, turned his head to the companion next to him weakly, and then was strongly despised by his companion.

The guests at the tables who were shaking the dice just now also stopped their movements, their eyes were attracted by You Lida's singing, and their expressions were surprised and admired.

The guests had completely forgotten their disgust with the strange man just now, and were completely immersed in the beautiful song that made goosebumps, and their eyes were foggy before the wine had even reached their stomachs.

The bar owner and the resident singer couldn't help but stand up and look at the man on stage, no one was willing to speak.

The song was very short, only more than two minutes, and after singing this one, You Lida was just about to get up and walk off the stage when he heard the bar owner clapping and saying, "One more song!" ”

The guests below also enthusiastically followed: "One more song!" One more song! ”

This situation, this scene, this person, singing in such an atmosphere is really addictive. Mushroom Head asked this time particularly actively and humbly: "Teacher, what is the next song to sing?" ”

You Lida blurted out a song that he particularly liked: "The Hills". ”

The mushroom head said, "No problem! ”

Then the guitar sounded again, and You Lida closed his eyes, held the microphone in both hands, and told the song.

“…… Then we both had one end at each end

Looking at the bend of the river, I finally dared to be bold

Facing with a smile on his face, life is difficult

Maybe we've never matured

Before I knew it, I was getting old

Although the one who is alive in his heart is still that

youngster

I look back frequently because I am uneasy

Asking in ignorance, ashamed to ask for help

Tireless climbing, every hill ......"

The song is like life, You Lida's vicissitudes of life are sung in a low voice, and the non-rhyming lyrics are more like telling a story, and the protagonist of this story can be anyone, and the people here probably recalled the past, and in the dim light under the smoke, it was inevitable to be silent.

Maybe it was the alcohol that played a role, when You Lida was singing this song, several big men were sad, and some men took a hard puff of cigarettes, inhaled deeply into their lungs, and spit out a sad.