The soft and sweet song slowly sounded in the empty room.

Li Zhendong sat quietly and listened to this beautiful music that had not been seen for a long time. Wine and coffee, I just need to drink a cup, I remembered the past, and drank a second cup, knowing that love is like flowing water, no matter who he loves, I want wine and coffee, cup after cup, I'm not drunk, I'm just heartbroken······

Putting aside Teresa Teng's political views, her singing voice is the pride of all Chinese. There used to be a place where there were Chinese, and there was her singing voice. Affected more than one generation.

A large group of people hurried back, and the first thing they did was turn on the TV. There will be no one to grab the seat at all, Liu Ping must be sitting in the middle, and a stool next to him is specially reserved for Li Zhendong. Regarding the matter of Li Gongzi and Liu Ping, I usually don't see any clues at all, but the two of them are always together, and everyone knows it.

This is Liu Ping's first time watching TV, and Liu Ping's hometown mountain village does not even have a TV set.

I've seen a lot of movies. The rural commune set up a special film team, which took turns to show the film to the villages to which the commune belonged with projectors and films. When the screening is carried out in the village, the people in the village need to help set up a curtain on a relatively large open space, which is the projection wall. Liu Ping clearly remembers that as soon as the screening team hung up the curtain, some people in the village began to set up stools in the empty space to occupy seats. The movies shown in this way are not very clear, but every time the village watches a movie, it is as lively as a festival, and almost every household comes out with an empty nest to see it. What Liu Ping can remember is tunnel warfare, mine warfare, Shangganling, five golden flowers, and so on.

So clear! As soon as the picture came out, Liu Ping's spirit was focused on the TV, and she was not willing to leave even for a second. Until Li Zhendong came back, he said hello and went into the back room. Liu Ping withdrew her eyes from the TV for the first time, looking at Li Zhendong's back, Liu Ping couldn't figure it out, doesn't the little ghost like to watch TV? How beautiful these shows are, some people sing, some people dance, and there are beautiful stories. Looking, watching, Liu Ping couldn't help but get distracted. Why don't you look at the little ghost? Isn't he happy? Liu Ping was watching TV while thinking about it. Soon after, Liu Ping finally couldn't sit down, and everything she was doing on TV suddenly seemed to be a little less attractive. Standing up, I decided to go inside and see what the little ghost was doing.

Passing through the moon gate, Liu Ping saw that one of the houses in the front row was lit. Moreover, a woman's voice came faintly. A woman's voice? If you can't hear it clearly, how can there be a woman's voice? At that moment, Liu Ping was inexplicably frightened in her heart, and walked over in a panic and hurriedly.

Liu Ping, who got closer and closer, heard clearly, this was a woman's singing voice, not a talking voice. This voice is very tactful, sweet, and tender. This kind of singing voice is completely different from the songs that Liu Ping has listened to since she was a child, soft and sweet. However, Liu Ping has to admit that it does sound very good.

At this time, another voice sounded in the room, a man's voice, Liu Ping heard it and knew that it was the voice of the little ghost, "I sincerely thank you, a care and affection, if you don't give me the nourishment of love, my life will lose its meaning, we are intoxicated and elegant in the spring breeze, the drizzle in the midsummer night, listen to the autumn insects it is softly, whispering ice and snow it floats all over the ground······" Li Zhendong is still young, and his singing voice is still a little immature, but the rhyme and beat are not bad, and the words are clear, and every singing voice has reached Liu Ping's ears. How could the little ghost head sing such a shameful song?

Li Zhendong's ears moved, and someone outside approached. Who? Turn off the tape recorder, open the door and look, in the night, Liu Ping is standing not far in front of the house. "Why don't you watch TV?" Li Zhendong is very strange, eight or nine o'clock, there should be a show at this time! "Come in quickly, there are still a lot of mosquitoes outside" Living in this place is not perfect, there are many mosquitoes in the lush vegetation, and the weather in the deep area is suitable for mosquito breeding.

Liu Ping, who entered the door, couldn't care less about being shy, and looked around, there was no one! The room was empty, and there were things piled up in the corners, except for the bed, which were two long wooden tables, one of which was stacked with books, clothes, and other things, and on the other table was a strange thing that the little ghost had bought from the store. At this time, Liu Ping also understood that the woman's voice should come out of this rectangular box, just like a radio. However, the sound of the radio is very bad, and it is often accompanied by a sizzling sound.

"What are you looking for?" Seeing Liu Ping looking around as soon as she entered the door, "Want to eat fruit?" By the wall, want to eat sweets, on the table, you take it yourself". Liu Ping didn't move, Li Zhendong paid attention to it, Liu Ping's pretty face was shy, ah, Liu Ping was embarrassed to listen to the singing. This is very understandable, this kind of love song in Taiwan is too different from the mainland mainland.

"This is a Hong Kong and Taiwan song, which is different from our country, and their style is like this" Li Zhendong explained to Liu Ping, afraid that Liu Ping would misunderstand. At this time, the most popular old songs in the mainland, or in schools, music teachers taught them all: the beautiful grassland is my home, the red star follows me to fight, the sun is the reddest Chairman Mao is the dearest, the spring water is dingdong, the grapes in Turpan are ripe, etc., which are not the same as this Hong Kong and Taiwan song at all.

Since the reform and opening up, many Hong Kong and Taiwan songs have been introduced to the mainland and the mainland, and they have been criticized by mainland musicians, saying that they carry the ideas of Western capitalism. There is a wide range of fashionable young people in the city, and Liu Ping will be shy, probably because Liu Ping's mountain village is more remote and has less contact.

"Come, listen to it again" Li Zhendong pulled out a stool for Liu Ping to sit on, turned on the tape recorder, and the beautiful singing voice sounded again. The two of them just sat at the table and listened to the song. Old songs flowed out, and Li Zhendong sang two sentences from time to time. Sweet honey, the moon represents my heart, and I see the smoke, what do you say, the girl of Alishan.

Listening to the song, the flush on Liu Ping's face not only did not dissipate, but became more and more frowning and lowered, and she was shy. These songs are really good, so good, and some of the lyrics seem to be sung to the bottom of the girl's heart. With eyes like water, Liu Ping quietly looked at the little ghost, shaking his head and singing along, with his eyes closed, and his handsome little face looked intoxicated. Time passed quietly until one side of the tape was finished.

Li Zhendong opened his eyes, and Liu Ping looked away in a panic.

"How's that, does it sound good?" "Good to hear" Liu Ping couldn't deny it. "This is what we bought in the afternoon, it's called a tape recorder, you can put this kind of tape, you look at it, put it in like this" Li Zhendong pointed to the button and told Liu Ping how to take the tape and put the tape. "You can also use it as a radio······"