"One crab, eight claws;"

"Such a big man with two pointed ends;"

"Blink your eyes, shrink your neck, climb and climb across the sand river."

After a while, the eight people at a table are familiar with each other, and the play is rising.

Four women played with two little bees, and finally became a swarm of little bees buzzing, and four men playing with crabs together, and crabs running all over the place! This is a drinking table game, and during the fist stroke, you can read the password while cooperating with the corresponding movements. For example, when you read crab one, you should use your hand to make a gesture; When the claws are recited, the two hands are compared to four, and those who do wrong are punished for drinking. The password is repeated over and over again, and it will get faster and faster! Everyone had a lot of fun.

Winning the disease is very responsive, often winning more and losing less, so drink the least.

Another round.

Win or lose points.

Win the illness and protect his soul, and said with a smile on his face: "When the road is uneven, you don't drink, who drinks?" As he spoke, he picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Zhang Jianyun.

"It's done! Shrimp! Zhang Jianyun didn't twist either, this time he simply took the wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Smack!"

The sound of putting down the wine glass made the atmosphere of the crowd even more lively.

A few girls read the words: Two little bees, flying among the flowers, flying......

In pairs, two people face each other, and put two antennae on their heads with their hands. Make orchid fingers with both hands, spread your arms, fly up and down, fly left and fly right;

Then the two hands change palms in front of the chest * flying; shouted: "Fly" instantly shot hammer paper, scissors;

The winner stretches out his palm to make a slap and says "pop"; The loser and "ahhhhh If you don't lose or win, you will kiss your mouth at the same time.

Looking at their kissing actions, there is a faint lesbian feeling that makes Ying Sick secretly happy.

It's as much fun as the men.

……

It was some time again.

Satiated.

Zhang Jianyun, who was already a little dizzy after drinking, finally won once, but he didn't let Win Sick Ji drink, and burped: "Sick yourself, you kid is really powerful, I can't hold on, don't drink this time, because I definitely won't get drunk with you." …… ...... like this"

His words made everyone who was already a little tired and sweating all over, and hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

Ying put down the wine glass in his hand, leaned back in his chair, stretched his arms, and smiled at what he said.

Zhang Jianyun finally said: "In this way, how about you perform a show for all of us?" Any show can be, uh, how's that? ”

He Yanyan's sister suddenly coaxed like her sister: "Alas? It's a good idea, it's a good idea, so if you're sick, you'll have one. ”

Ying Xianfeng knew that he had a lot of tricks and ghost ideas since he was a child, so he was not afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he also laughed and echoed with everyone: "Yes, knowing that you are a talented kid, just give us a show."

"Sick brother! Come on! Li Ruotong looked up at Ying Zhiji, her gaze was so deep that she couldn't extricate herself for a moment, and she staggered her gaze again, but she directly 'pushed' Ying Youji out. The one who screamed the happiest was her, "Sick brother, I want to listen to the song, that person sings badly to death." ”

With a chuckle, he finished.

Winning the disease followed everyone's gaze, betting on the stage not very far away, four men shaking their heads frantically, with long hair and colorful eyeshadows on their faces, they were dressed in black and red, and the clothes of the belts were all marked with square nails, and some were tapered nails. Dressed in a strong metallic outfit, several people bring people a visual sense with a wild and angry impression, but they do not show a deeper spirit.

It's just superficial, imitating and playing and singing the Beatles rock music on the stage. It's just that it's similar but not like it, and the level is still very poor, really poor, and they look at what they think is music, so that everyone present who doesn't understand music shakes their heads, but it's not because of appreciation, it's just that they can't help but lose beer cans and knives and forks.

Looking at these visual kei guys, Ying Sick also frowned a lot when he heard it.

Hong Kong was the first place where rock music and rock bands appeared in the Chinese-speaking region, as early as the 70s of this century, in the past two years, the first germs of Chinese rock music appeared in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Influenced by the West, there were a few underground rock bands in Hong Kong in the '70s and early '80s, but very few really had public influence. Rock 'n' roll in Hong Kong is predominantly British. As a British colony, in the seventies and eighties, British rock music in its golden age spread directly to Hong Kong.

It wasn't until the mid-80s that an underground metal rock band called D took advantage of the golden age of Hong Kong pop music to try to take the route of combining commercial and rock and landed in the public eye.

With the outstanding talent of the main creator Huang Jiaju, the success of the D band in the late 80s and early 90s has become popular all the way to the D music scene, and he has not given up the independent thinking advocated by rock music while becoming famous, so that business and rock music are organically combined, thus creating the myth of the Hong Kong music scene, and the record sales have always topped the list of Chinese bands.

Win the illness has been thinking about whether he can find Huang Jiaju, but after thinking about it, he immediately gave up this idea, and at this moment, he is probably still wearing open crotch pants and calling his mother.

There was a brief silence.

The unknown rock band on stage finally came to an end with a boo from the big guys.

The owner or manager of the restaurant probably let them perform on stage with a new attempt, but judging from the audience's reaction, this time's wishful thinking was crooked, and the crowd wanted to crush them to death.

While they were planning.

He can't stand the enthusiasm of their table, and he doesn't resist, so he won't push back for this little thing, there's no need.

Pushing the table slightly, he got up, walked out of his seat, and said:

"Then I'll sing a song."

His voice was fluttering, like a delicate feather, and it fell on the hearts of the women, itching for a while.

Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

……

Ying Zhiji turned his back to them and Zhong Weiming waved his hand in a chic manner, and then walked onto the stage with a slight drunkenness, swaggering and dashing.

Seeing that someone was on the stage again, the staff didn't care about it, the applause was sparse, everyone was busy, drinking wine, eating vegetables, chatting and guessing and talking to the girl about life ideals or something, but they didn't expect anything from this young man.

At a table not far from the audience, Zhong Weiming, Zheng Kanggui, Zhang Jianyun, Ying Xianfeng, Li Ruotong, He Yanyan, and He Quequeque all cheered him on, and shouted coaxingly: "Oh, oh~~~ The handsome guy has appeared on the stage!" Let's go one song, one song! Let's go one song, one song! ”

The shouting of the crowd attracted the attention of some people, although there were doubts and whispers, but more people should do what they should do.

Standing on the stage, he didn't open his mouth for the first time, but was thinking about what song he should sing, and his deep groan was mistaken by everyone for his stage fright or unable to sing any good songs, so that it caused a chorus of boos. Only Zhong Weiming and his friends at the table are supporting him.

He has no singing talent, so many songs can't be sung, and more appropriate rapping is out of tune, which is undoubtedly unbearable in the eyes of professionals, and the only advantage is that he has a good voice. In addition, he has a majestic spirit when he practices martial arts, so he plans to sing more heroic and atmospheric songs.

In the end, he chose the classic song that many people on KTV sang as a self-improvement, he is very familiar with this song, and he has sung it alone at KTV and at home I don't know how many times, it should not be too much of a problem to sing.

Of course, the question is also zài.

If there is no accompaniment, if it is all a cappella, the effect will be greatly reduced. There was no sheet music, and there was no special band in the nightclub to provide him with accompaniment, so he had to sing it out on his own.

It's often said, but it's actually quite long.

Hey, I don't care about everyone's eyes, I came up for entertainment, and I'm afraid that they will smash the field?!

Thinking about it, after thinking about it, the action of winning the disease was not slow, and he suddenly stretched out one hand and grabbed the microphone iron.

Seeing that the winner has finally made a move, everyone cheered up a little, and wanted to see the people who had this kid out of trouble, there were many people with a playful mentality, and they came here to be chic and relaxed, which is not surprising.

Standing in the stands, Ying Sick has aimed at the only wired microphone that is almost one person high, took a deep breath, and finally roared in his belly:

"Arrogant, arrogant, ten thousand waves

Hot blood beats red sunshine"

It didn't matter if he sang it, but the people in the audience were taken aback, it was too loud.

Some men and women who were eating and drinking were even more coincidentally startled, squirting or choking, and in an instant the dull atmosphere of the whole nightclub was aroused.

Some people cursed one after another, dead and decrepit, and wanted to scare people to death in the middle of the night!

As soon as he opened his mouth, his momentum was like a rainbow, and everyone was shocked at once, and then turned their eyes to the lonely Win Sick himself on the stage.

The lyrics merged with the voice, and then quickly passed into the eardrums of everyone, and there was a feeling that the blood was boiling. When they heard what he was singing, they were immediately struck by his voice.

His voice was strong and powerful, and his breath was quite well adjusted, long and long, and full of emotion, and it sounded unusually generous and tragic, and then gradually revealed his bold and open-mindedness, and all the whispers in the nightclub disappeared, and then all of them shifted their focus to the strong-looking victor himself on the stage. More people noticed that his lyrics were in Cantonese! Not in Mandarin, let alone singing in English! All of a sudden, everyone's eyes moved to the stands.

Attention of the audience!