Tong Jinbiao's story is finished, and the legend of a generation of Hao brothers makes everyone admire, but also makes everyone indignant. Things in the world are inherently uneven, if everything is smooth sailing, where will there be success.

Hearing the part of Tong Jinbiao beating people, Meng Guang was very excited, slapped the table and applauded: "Brother Biao is mighty, if it weren't for Xiaofeng, I would definitely be mixed with you, I like to fight unevenly." ”

Ruan Shi also clapped his hands and said: "Yes, people are forced out, and no one will know that you are not easy to mess with if you don't break out." ”

After hearing this, Yang Guifei said silently with tears in her eyes: "It's a pity, the hard-working Tong Yu'er, why do you want to commit suicide, how good it is to be alive." ”

Wei Jie's attack: "Yes, you can eat a lot of delicious food while you are alive." ”

"You know how to eat." Yang Guifei pushed Wei Jie, and then said to Tong Jinbiao: "Boss Tong, it turns out that you used to be so pitiful, okay, I decided to sing you a song." ”

Yang Guifei was born in a famous family, and after entering the palace, she was even more brocade clothes and jade food, although after the palace fight those cliché women's life, but she was finally a success, she became a unique concubine in the world, and achieved the praise of one of China's four beauties. Like Tong Jinbiao, she is a successful person, and she has gone through countless hardships to climb the ladder of success, but her love road is not so bumpy.

People who don't have a bumpy love road should sing love songs in general, but Yang Guifei is different, her singing voice is so natural, so devoted, so sad, so tactful, rising from the rhythm, the tone is undulating, the timbre is clear, each beat is like the combination of heaven and earth, the self-dispersion of birds and flowers, and the echo of the ocean and mountains...... It is also like the love of man and woman, the interpretation of life and death, the change of seasons and years...... It is also like the tacit understanding between the mind and nerves, the connection between bones and thoughts, and the mutual reflection of the facial features and the face...... It's emotion, it's thought, it's soul......

Her songs are always so intoxicating, whether they are good or bad, whether they are big people who have gone through ups and downs, or ordinary ordinary people, there is no reason not to be drunk when listening to Yang Guifei sing.

Life may be a poem, emotion is a song, Yang Guifei sang just a very ordinary song in the Tang Dynasty, but she sang half of Tong Jinbiao's life, incorporating the emotions accumulated by Tong Jinbiao for half of his life.

Therefore, after hearing Yang Guifei's singing, Tong Jinbiao cried, and the eyes of others were moistened.

The singing floated through the Platinum VIP Room for a long time, until the waiter lightened the door frame and told everyone: "Sorry to disturb, the guests are here." ”

Everyone looked at it, Liu Yong took the lead, Zuo Si followed, his mother-in-law, Pan An, and Zhong Lichun followed, and Yue Lao did not come, probably to watch the house in the courtyard with the donkey.

As soon as he entered the house, Liu Yong greeted him: "Boss Tong, I'm sorry." ”

Last time, Tong Jinbiao saw a few people, he had a deep impression of his mother-in-law and Liu Yong, and when he saw Liu Yong greeting him, he hurriedly got up and wiped away his tears, and reached out and said, "Welcome." ”

Liu Yong shook hands with Tong Jinbiao and teased: "Why are you still crying?" ”

Zuo Si interjected: "No, the big thing I calculated only happened tonight, why did you cry in advance." ”

Sister Feng glanced at him and said, "We were moved by Xiao Yang's singing. ”

"Xiao Yang is singing again? Why don't I give you a song? The mother-in-law quipped.

The "Golden Years" private room couldn't sit so many people, so after everyone discussed, except for Sister Feng, the rest of the ladies went to the private room next door to "fall into the water and blue garden".

The table without women is quiet, and the atmosphere is very integrated, after all, it is all men who are good to say, as for Sister Feng, everyone directly ignores her existence, who makes her so easy-going.

After sitting down, Zuo Si said: "I calculated a hexagram when I got up in the morning, and I'm afraid there will be changes in tonight's hip-hop dance competition." ”

As soon as I heard the hip-hop dance competition, everyone was happy, Li Xiaojian pointed to Tong Jinbiao and said: "I said Lao Zuo, you can rest assured, we have Brother Biao here, and we are the champion." ”

"Really?" Zuo Si was surprised.

Li Xiaojian told Tong Jinbiao about being a judge, Zuo Si nodded after hearing it, but still frowned: "Did I make a mistake?" ”

Liu Yong struck: "Your master's fortune-telling is very ordinary, let alone you." ”

"Who is his master?" Tong Jinbiao asked curiously.

Liu Yong said casually: "Taishang Laojun." ”

"Haha, this little brother can really joke, come, drink." Tong Jinbiao picked up his wine glass and said.

When Liu Yong and others arrived, the meal had already begun to be served, and some beautiful waiters poured wine. Among these men, except for Li Xiaojian, the amount of alcohol is very good, Li Xiaojian's alcohol consumption is indeed average, otherwise he would not have drunk too much that night and met Sister Feng.

There were two kinds of wine on the dinner table, one was the 82-year-old Lafite, of course, for the female comrades, and the male comrades drank the 15-year-old Moutai. I'm afraid that I can't buy a state banquet, but Tong Jinbiao can get it, and it can be said that if you want to drink, it's a matter of words.

Wine tasting can taste people, but this is true, and different people can taste different tastes of a wine.

Liu Yong's feeling about the fifteen-year-old Moutai This wine is really good, and he has the feeling that he drank it with the emperor at the state banquet back then, but he feels that the taste of this wine is still lacking, as if something is missing when making wine, but he can't say it, because he has drunk a similar wine with He Shen, which is obviously better than this wine. After a cup of belly, Liu Yong held the wine glass and said: "Good wine, drink and remember the past." ”

Zuo Si drank this kind of wine with emotion, Zuo Si drank a few sips and said: "The wine is a good wine, but the degree is too low, when I accompany the master to drink, this kind of wine is used to sober up." ”

"And what kind of wine are you all drinking?" Tong Jinbiao asked.

Zuo Sidao: "Of course, it is a thousand days of drunkenness, and the whole body will be paralyzed after taking a sip, only the head is clear, the eyes are clear, you can see the stars, watch the sun and the moon, read literature and science, know all kinds of life, and calculate the glory of the future." ”

"Come on, I'm still drunk for a thousand days, I guess it's alcohol mixed with anesthetics." Li Xiaojian pouted.

Pan An's alcohol consumption is second only to Li Xiaojian, and after two sips, he became poetic, and he gave everyone a small word with a wine glass: "Happy, happy to drink today, I will make up a poem for you."

The clouds gather and roar, the wind dyes the long white hair, and he is proud of the world

The sunset is red, the waves of the red lake are circled, and the prosperity is flooded with dust and sand

The sword cuts the spring and autumn, how to cut the winter and summer, the window is cold and the wine is ready to go

The brush and ink are vast, the danqing is abandoned, and the painting axis is like being in a fairyland

People sigh, the monarchs and heroes are good and evil, who can distinguish the true from the false

The official road of the rivers and lakes is ups and downs, who can be chic

A sword, grasp the heart and slash away the injustice and hatred

The wine is strong and the blood is thick and the rain is mad, and the bones are burned to feed the furnace pulp

The wind and frost stripped me of my youth, and the arrogance in my heart was consumed several times

Red face, drunk with the tips of my hair, hidden endless soul wandering

The long sword, dancing wildly on the bridge of grievances, brushing away the rain and dew and blood stained safflower grass

Returning to the hoof, stepping all over the cold corpse bones, the pink mirror shines on the green clothes and sings like a flutter

The country is picturesque, who dominates, the beauty is like jade, who is in the arms

Foolishly laughing, I'm lucky to be at peace. ”

Poetry is a good poem, but it's too cynical, and people who understand it just think that Pan An is really talented, such as Li Xiaojian, who has always regarded Pan An as an idol, and he very much hopes that when outsiders praise themselves, they will say: Appearance is better than Pan An, of course, it can also be replaced: Cai is better than Pan An.

Tong Jinbiao has rarely been exposed to poetry and other things since he dropped out of high school, so he can't understand it, but he just feels that Pan An seems to have some emotions that are difficult to express, so he patted the table and said: "Little brother, don't sigh, if you can't get along, tell you Brother Biao, and I will definitely arrange a good job for you." ”

"Thank you." Pan An said politely, but he was just talking about it on the surface, he definitely wouldn't go to the street to collect protection money.

Song Yu is also a poet and talented, but he drinks a lot, and after drinking a glass, he just commented simply: "Wine is like a beauty, drink more and don't get drunk but love and fly, I'll go to Xiao Yang for a drink." ”

Seeing Song Yu chasing Yang Guifei, Wei Jie immediately stood up and said, "I'll go too, how can I drink without a beauty." ”

Wei Jie's alcohol consumption is average, but his wine at that time is different from now, so he feels that Moutai is very ordinary, but it is somewhat strong after entering the mouth, which makes him want to show it in front of his beloved woman.

As for Sister Feng, she has already drunk it for Lafite, so she doesn't have much emotion, it's just that she thinks that men shouldn't drink, and if they drink too much, they will either complain or pretend to complain.

However, the only one who didn't have a feeling for Moutai was Li Xiaojian, and after a few sips, he only made one comment: "This wine is really spicy." ”