Everyone finished singing, and now it was finally Zhang Wei's turn.

"Zhang Gongzi, we have all sung, you should also show your hand!" Han San was very interested and said to Zhang Wei.

At this time, Zhang Wei was still thinking about his future and future, why he didn't study well in reality and his grades were not high, but he didn't expect that after coming to this Tang Dynasty, he was still so bad.

Not only is the level of poetry low, but even the level of singing is so low, and even a small grocery store guy knows so much poetry and sings such good songs. And at the moment, I can't even memorize a complete lyric.

Pathetic! What a pity!

In fact, what he didn't know was that in the Tang Dynasty where people lived, the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and others did not need to be memorized by rote today, and the poetry at that time was similar to today's pop songs, as long as you are willing to learn, you can learn it quickly.

People sing Li Bai's poems in the same way as they sing pop songs today.

"You're all done, it's my turn?" After being reminded by Han San and others, Zhang Wei came to his senses.

"Yes, it's your turn, you can also show everyone a hand, so that we can all open our eyes." Linghu Dechang, who was already happy, said.

Zhang Wei knew that he couldn't hide this time, after all, everyone had already sung it, you Zhang Wei couldn't just listen to it and not sing, right? It's not okay to eat an overlord meal, and it's not okay to listen to a song without singing.

But looking through all the poems and words he has memorized in his life, there are only a few that can be obtained, and they may not be able to memorize completely.

If you take out the half-pulled poems you have learned and sing them to Linghu Dechang and others, it is purely a shame for yourself. Although he hasn't given face to Lao Zhang's parents for more than 20 years, he can't embarrass Lao Zhang's family.

You can't throw the people of the old Zhang family into this Tang Dynasty.

What if the old ancestors of the Tang Dynasty of the old Zhang family are alarmed, and people come out of the grave to talk to themselves?

No, no, I must sing my best songs to you, so that you flies, sparrows, and crows can get to know how loud and charming my Zhang Wei's singing is.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei, who had drunk some wine, decided to sing his best song for these people to listen to.

But what song should he sing?

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Wei decided to sing a song "A Pot of Old Wine" to Linghu Dechang and them, and by the way, he also suppressed the arrogance of these people.

By the way--, I will sing "A Pot of Old Wine", this song is my Zhang Wei's best pop song.

Every time he goes to the karaoke hall to sing, as long as he sings this song, those little fans are all fascinated by him, and everyone says that he sings this song better than Lu Shuming, who played Guan Yu in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

So Zhang Wei walked to the center of the private room and said to everyone: "Since everyone has already sung, I can't stop singing, right?" ”

"Yes, everyone has to sing a song, this is the rule of our Linghu grocery store. Zhang Gongzi is new, of course, he can't break the rules, right? Another guy shouted.

Your mother?

No wonder you crows, birds, and sparrows all know a few poems, it turns out that Linghu Grocery Store still has such a broken rule, every time you come out, you have to drink and sing, isn't this equivalent to forcing those guys who don't learn and don't know how to work hard to learn scientific and cultural knowledge?

However, I like this rule, when I went out drinking with my group of fox friends and dogs, everyone also set this rule, and I don't know how much it cost him. I spent all the food money given by my parents, and I went home hungry several times.

For this reason, I don't know how many times I have been scolded by my parents, but I didn't expect that there would be such rules in the Tang Dynasty.

Curiosity kills cats, rules kill people, you know? It seems that I, Zhang Wei, can't escape such a vicious circle in my life.

"Let's go, since this is everyone's rule, of course I can't break it, so how about I sing a song 'a pot of old wine' to everyone?" Zhang Wei said.

A pot of old wine?

As soon as Zhang Wei said this name, he immediately suppressed Linghu Dechang and the others who were present.

I think we and others are also people who know some poetry, why haven't we heard of this poem called "A Pot of Old Wine"?

"A pot of old wine? Zhang Gongzi wants to sing a pot of old wine to everyone? Who wrote this poem? Linghu Dechang asked curiously.

This one?

For a while, Zhang Wei also forgot who the author of "A Pot of Old Wine" was, and only knew that this song was sung by Lu Shuming back then.

But who is Zhang Wei? That's also a person who has seen the world, and lies are absolutely easy to tell, "Over the years, Zhang Wei has wandered everywhere and heard it everywhere, and as for which everyone's poetry is, I can't remember it for a while." If you have to ask who did it, think it was me. "Anyway, I can't remember," Zhang Wei said.

"Oh, Zhang Gongzi is amazing, not only can he sing, but he can also compose poems, amazing!" Han San and the others not only coaxed, "Okay--, we all drank a lot of wine today, so I'll take a good look at Zhang Gongzi's 'pot of old wine'." ”

Zhang Wei didn't want to talk nonsense with these people anymore, so he started singing with a wine glass.

Because it was a new poem, the Hu girls who were originally accompanying on the side didn't know how to accompani, so they had to let Zhang Wei sing it by himself.

Drinking a pot of old wine makes me turn back

When I looked back, I saw my mother's tears flowing

Every time I leave home

Mother sends her son out of the house

Every time I leave home

One step at a time, three times back

Drinking a pot of old wine gets drunk on my heart

I can't get enough of the rich aroma

Every time you tell you a thousand times

Mom, you're holding your child's hand

Every time you give me a command

Stay in my heart

Drink this pot of old wine, let me go back

Look back, look at your mother, and you still wave

It's been like this year after year

Wrinkles creep up your head

Generations have walked like this

Spring, summer, winter and autumn

Drink this pot of old wine, let me go back

Look back, Mom, you haven't left yet

It's been like this year after year

Wrinkles creep up your head

Generations have walked like this

Spring, summer, winter and autumn

Drink this pot of old wine, my ambition is unpaid

Drinking this pot of old wine, loyalty and filial piety are in a dilemma

Drink this pot of old wine, that's the wine you made, Mom

I can't look back after a thousand twists and turns

I'm striding forward

......

Zhang Wei sang, and the whole "Shule room" was as silent as death.

There was no sound for a long time.

The whole world is quiet, silent, completely devoid of the hustle and bustle of the past.

What's going on? Is my singing so bad that it scares you all to death? Other people ask for money to sing, but I don't want to die!

Zhang Wei was stunned with his wine glass, stunned, not knowing what to do.

"What's the matter with you, talk! Am I singing well or not? Zhang Wei asked.

Everyone still didn't respond, and there were several people with wine glasses standing outside the Shule room, and they, like all the people in this room, were in a deathly silence, looking at Zhang Wei in the room with a strange gaze in the silence.

Zhang Wei thought to himself, it must be his singing style that scared everyone, after all, in the Tang Dynasty, all the songs sung were named and surnamed, filled in by famous poets, and sung by orchid singers. And people's singing is different from today, people's singing is euphemistic, moving, lyrical, and touching.

But his roaring singing style is completely beyond their imagination, and he must not be suitable for the Tang Dynasty.

Scare the hell out of everyone.

Especially the five Hu women who were accompanying on the side, they looked at Zhang Wei with wide eyes and blank eyes.

Look at him like a monster.

What to see? Could it be that my handsomeness has captured you?

Zhang Wei asked puzzledly: "Tell me, how is my singing?" ”

"Good ---"

"Okay~~~"

"It's so good---"

"It's a heavenly sound!"

......

After a long time, the crowd burst into thunderous applause, and then erupted into all kinds of exclamations, the sound of banging bowls, the sound of smashing cups, and even the sound of someone barking a dog, etc., etc., all the voices that could express their excitement came out. Among these people, a richly dressed young man in his twenties was looking at the proud Zhang Wei intently, nodded slightly, and then disappeared into the crowd.

This kind of singing is really amazing, although Datang is big, no one has ever sung in this way for many years, it is really moving.

Han San said with tears in his eyes: "Gongzi Zhang, your singing voice is so beautiful, it suddenly mobilized my homesickness. Don't talk about it, I'll go home tomorrow to see my mother. ”

Zhang Wei looked at it again, and the other guys were also looking at him with tears in their eyes, and even Ling Hu Dechang's eyes were red and swollen.