Everyone wants to see what the people who buy short Marlboro Market look like.

Even the mayor of the Marlboro market, who was in charge of preparing for the construction of the Marlboro market, came to congratulate Zhu Xiaohua and held a small delivery ceremony for him in the market.

At the delivery ceremony, the mayor praised Zhu Xiaohua as the largest individual customer since the opening of the Marlboro market.

The district chief hung a big red flower on the front of the truck, and told Boss Lu and his men, saying, "This truck must be delivered to the customer's door." ”

The film had been bought, and Zhu Xiaohua's trip to Zhengcheng had achieved its goal, so in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he decided to set off immediately and return to Los Angeles with the truck.

The district mayor asked Zhu Xiaohua: "Where are you going to transport this truckload of goods?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua: "Los Angeles." ”

The district chief nodded: "Los Angeles is not far from Zhengcheng, two or three hours by car, and you can go back and forth on the same day." ”

Jia Ting looked at Zhu Xiaohua enviously, he didn't expect that Brother Zhu really turned these two gold bars into film.

And a casual action actually alarmed the district chief.

He also provoked Marlboro Market to hold a delivery ceremony for him.

Zhu Xiaohua stood beside the district magistrate, and behind him was a Dongfeng truck draped in red flowers, and he was in the limelight for a while.

After the delivery was completed, Zhu Xiaohua and Jia Ting left with the car.

Dongfeng trucks loaded with goods drove out of the Marlboro Market and onto the streets.

The guy drove, pointed to the intersection in front of him and said, "To the west is to the center of Zhengcheng City, and to the north is to go to the national highway to Los Angeles." How do we get there? ”

Zhu Xiaohua thought that he had a date in the afternoon, and he wanted to invite Qian Liyi to dinner, so he said to the guy: "Go to the city center first, I want to go back to the provincial capital guest house." ”

Jia Ting also happened to need to go back to the guest house, so the guy turned the truck into the city.

When I arrived at the guest house in the provincial capital, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhu Xiaohua had a busy day, only feeling hungry. He asked the man to park the car at the door and went straight back to the guest house. After going upstairs to pack his things, Zhu Xiaohua sent his luggage into the passenger seat.

The guy thought that Zhu Xiaohua was going to get into the car, so he opened the car door and started the engine excitedly.

Zhu Xiaohua shook his head: "I can't go now, I still have something to do." Wait a little longer. ”

Zhu Xiaohua put down his clothes and hurried to the restaurant on the first floor of the provincial guest house.

There are two restaurants here, east and west, and the east is a Chinese restaurant, with private rooms, specially for banqueting Chinese and foreign friends and VIPs. On the west side is the Western restaurant, the food is relatively simple, but the decoration is more luxurious, providing cola, coffee, whiskey and other drinks.

There is a piano in the corner of the restaurant, where a pianist often plays for guests, and occasionally a singer sings along with the music.

Zhu Xiaohua had just passed by the door of the western restaurant, and suddenly heard a familiar singing:

"The first snow of 2002

Coming a little later than ever

A No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor

Took away the last falling yellow leaves

The first snow of 2002

It is a complex that is difficult to give up in Urumqi

You're like a butterfly flying around

Swaying in the snowy season"

This is the award-winning song when I participated in the Lucheng China Hotel Singing Competition, I don't know why someone sang it here.

Zhu Xiaohua was curious, and followed the song into the western restaurant.

Next to the piano in the dining room, a pianist with Beethoven's curly hair is playing selflessly, and another young man in a black and white suit is singing.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the guests stopped their movements and listened in fascination.

Zhu Xiaohua sat down near the piano and heard two people talking about himself in the next seat.

"Zhu Xiaohua, the author of this science fiction song, also sang "Love in Late Autumn", and I heard that because of this song, he is also known as a famous wandering singer."

"What kind of wandering singer, I think the hooligan singer is about the same." Another middle-aged man with a beard and long hair next to him said in an unkind tone, "This man also sang two songs, "Knitting a Sweater" and "Roman Watch", and he has also undergone labor camp because of this. ”

"Those two songs are so vulgar and straightforward, and they are unbearable."

The bearded middle-aged man added.

The man in front of him asked, "What about this science fiction song?" ”

Bearded man: "This one still has a little flavor." Therefore, the singer is very strange, sometimes vulgar and straightforward, sometimes elegant and atmospheric. Sometimes I wonder if it's the work of two people. ”

Zhu Xiaohua was stunned, none of these songs were created by him.

Those vulgar hooligan songs were written by the original Zhu Xiaohua.

These elegant sci-fi songs were copied by themselves from thirty years later, and the original creator Daolang should have just been born.

All the songs are really by different people.

Zhu Xiaohua had to admire the bearded man's vision.

This man could tell from the song alone that they were two people.

Zhu Xiaohua no longer looked at the two people, but looked at the stage.

A few minutes later, the singer next to the piano finished singing, he didn't sing well, and he was out of tune in a few places, and he didn't have the feeling when Daolang sang, let alone the feeling he sang when he was competing in a Chinese hotel.

Zhu Xiaohua shook his head.

After the pianist and other singers finished singing, they sighed to themselves: "This science fiction song doesn't seem to be so good, I don't know how it won the award, and it won the first place." ”

The singer said, "Originally, I thought it was very good, but after I finished singing, I found that it was really average." ”

Zhu Xiaohua shook his head again and said in a low voice: "It's not that the song is not good, it's that you sing out of tune." ”

He spoke in a small voice, but it was unusually clear, and every word was in his ears.

The pianist and the singer, as well as the people next to the audience who were talking about the singer Zhu Xiaohua, all focused their eyes on Zhu Xiaohua.

The singer was a little dissatisfied and said, "Brother, what do you mean by that." It's like you know the song well. ”

The song had only recently won the China Hotel Singing Competition, and he believed that not many people had heard it.

I don't know where the young man in front of me got the courage to question that he can't sing well.

The singer continued: "Then I would like to ask my brother to speak, what should it look like if you sing well?" ”

He pointed the microphone at Zhu Xiaohua and looked at Zhu Xiaohua defiantly.

The implication is that you think I can't sing well, so you can sing a song.

Several other people also raised their heads, sneering, and encouraged Zhu Xiaohua to go up. These people all want to watch Zhu Xiaohua make a fool of himself.

Zhu Xiaohua smiled and strode up, he wanted to let these dirt buns see what a real science fiction song is. He took the singer's microphone, hummed softly, and said, "Since you have been kindly invited, then you will be ugly." ”

The pianist asked, "Is there a score, how can I accompany?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua: "This is a science fiction song more than 20 years later, and there is no music score yet, so there is no need for accompaniment." ”

The pianist took it with both hands that he had put on the piano.