"What are you laughing at?" A voice came. It turned out that the guy who was singing just now walked to their table. Liu Zhenguo quickly asked him to sit down and asked for another cup of coffee.
Liu Jianguo smiled and repeated the words of Lao Rou just now. The coffee that the buddy drank into his mouth suddenly spurted out. Liu Zhenguo was about to explain that Lao Rou came from the countryside and had never been exposed to music in advance, but unexpectedly the buddy stretched out his hand: "My name is Hu Jian, what do you call me brother?"
Liu Zhenguo was surprised. Although his brother played music, he was always arrogant and rarely greeted people on his own initiative. Why did he say hello to someone who described him climbing a hill when he was pushing his cart?
As a result, something even more surprised him happened. The old man looked dull and stared at Hu Jian, but turned a blind eye to his outstretched hand.
Wu Weiguo pushed him: "Brother Rou, I'm saying hello to you." Unexpectedly, Lao Rou turned a deaf ear. At this time, several people realized that Lao Rou's eyes were not about Hu Jian, but about the woman singing in the stands over Hu Jian.
"My home lives on the loess high slope. The strong wind blows through the slope. Whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind, it is my song...."
A woman's voice is very unique, hoarse, sexy, and magnetic. It has a very high recognition. As long as you have heard her song, you will definitely not forget this sound. And it is difficult to imitate.
She is very thin, so thin that it makes people worry about that. When the wind is strong, you can't help but hold her back because your physique will easily be blown away by the wind if you are not careful.
But when she sang, the power bursting out from her voice could penetrate the gold and split the stone. Even the speaker next to her was trembling and made an electric current.
But maybe this woman is not very famous. Although she sang very well, she did not resonate with the audience like Hu Jian. After singing the song, the applause was sparse.
"How do you evaluate her song?" Seeing Lao Rou come back to her senses, Hu Jian asked.
Lao Rou didn't notice many people on the table at this time, and thought it was Lao Liu and the others who asked. He answered casually: "Dried sweet potato wine, spicy and overwhelming!"
"Hahaha!" Hu Jian laughed: "Brother, wait for me a while. You are an interesting person. We have to get closer later."
Hu Jian walked onto the stage and said something to the woman, and pointed at Lao Rou and the others' table. Then he started singing.
The woman was wearing a white suit and didn't put on much makeup. She was not very beautiful, but she was definitely not ugly. She walked to Laoru's table with big strides: "You are Brother Jian's friends, aren't you? Brother Jian asked us to greet you. My name is Di Zhen!"
Wu Weiguo couldn't help but laughed. This name belongs to a natural disaster!
It was the old man who stood up in a hurry. "Hello, my name is Xu Yongli. You sing so nicely."
The woman's face turned slightly red and her expression was a little dull. She sang here for a while. But she was always lukewarm, which made her very distressed. The main reason was that she really couldn't compare with Hu Jian.
"Brother has given me the award. I just said that I was the one who was so spicy when I was the one who was so popular with my dried loofah wine, right?"
Lao Ru nodded embarrassedly: "Rural people have no education, this is the most accurate word I can think of."
"Brother Xu, you are polite. This is the most accurate praise I have ever praised me since I sing." Di Zhen sincerely thanked me.
After a conversation, Lao Rou realized that Di Zhen was a freelancer and made a living by singing. However, in that era, the performances were organized by the unit, so free singers like them basically had no chance to go on stage, so they could only sing in such places. Their income was not stable.
Hu Jian was okay, and the guests supported him, so the cafe always welcomed him. He also gave him thirty yuan a night, and the guests ordered a song of fifty yuan, and the store shared it equally with him. Each band also earned ten yuan.
Because it is famous and popular, there are many people who order songs. Every day, the store can still make money from him, so the two sides naturally have a happy cooperation.
But Di Zhen was not good at all. He had no fame and no one ordered songs. The ten yuan he gave her every day was equivalent to compensation. So if he could continue singing here, Hu Jian would have to protect him. Otherwise, she would have been not allowed to go on stage long ago.
Hu Jian sang two songs in a row, and when he was resting, he came to Lao Rou to discuss the issue of climbing the cart. As a rock singer, he didn't care much about skills. They pursued the kind of cry and expression of emotions from the bottom of his heart.
For example, Elvis, Michael, Jackson. It’s embarrassing to not carry out a concert and say it out.
Hu Jian is like this. Perhaps Lao Ru’s evaluation just touched a certain resonance in his heart, which made him interested in Lao Ru.
At this time, Di Zhen sang an English song, and she was very dedicated. Hu Jian sighed: "What a good voice? I don't know why it's so popular?"
"Okay!" Before Hu Jian finished speaking, Lao Rou was startled by shouting, but then he realized and applauded. The people around him didn't know what was going on, so he applauded, and the atmosphere became warm for a moment.
Lao Rou asked Hu Jian how to order songs and who to give them money? Hu Jian pointed to the waiter: "Just give it to him, write down the name of the song you want to listen to and hand it to the waiter."
Lao Ru picked up the notes and pens on the table: "Brother Hu, please help me write it. I will write four poems, and I will give you two hundred yuan."
Hu Jian looked at him, said softly, "Thank you." Then he quickly wrote down the title of the four songs. Lao Rou counted out 200 yuan to greet the waiter, and handed him the song list to him and pointed to the stage. The waiter took the money and left.
After handing over the money to the bar, he walked onto the stage to stop Di Zhen, who had just finished singing, and said, "Friends at Table 3 are ordering your song."
Di Zhen took the playlist and nodded to Lao Rou for thanking him, and then continued to sing. In fact, Di Zhen is really an excellent singer, and his grasp of voice and emotions is in place.
But because of the few performances, she was a little restrained on the stage. This made it difficult to resonate with the audience. But after singing four songs in succession, her emotions were completely relaxed.
All the singers have some skills in dancing. When they sing, they will not help but jump to the rhythm. This time the audience can't calm down.
Compared to Hu Jian's simplicity and rudeness, Di Zhen's singing and dancing have a kind of wildness and unruly appearance. Hu Jian's songs are all old songs, and everyone is familiar with them, so many people leave the table and start singing and dancing around the stage. The solo becomes a chorus.
After singing the four songs, someone paid for the song. Hu Jian went up and stopped him: "Friends, singers can't sing for so long. Let her rest for a while and come back the next song."
Chapter completed!