Chapter 52 The iron-headed boy who knocks the barrel
It's a cool autumn night, there are no stars and a bright moon, and the night market is noisy.
It seems that every crowd gathering place has such a place, whether it is a big city or a small county, or a small village in a remote area. It can be as large as a few street lights and searchlights, or as small as a bonfire, where you can easily put away your desire to fall asleep early.
People are attracted to it. Compared with selling and buying during the day, the business in the night market is more humane. When the crowds are surging, the aroma of food, the melody of pop songs, and all kinds of
The accent of the words and the thick smell of fireworks can spread far, far away with the gentle wind at night...
Beside the flower bed, a young man was playing the guitar and singing hard.
"The dimples and long eyelashes are your most beautiful marks. I can't sleep every day and miss your smile... You don't know how important you are to me. With you, my life is just perfect..."
During the interval of accompaniment, "Good evening, handsome guys and beauties, I give you a little song. I hope that no one in the world will miss me, and lovers will eventually get married. If you think my singing is good, please support me, thank you!"
After saying this skillfully, several groups of young lovers walked out of the crowd and put their change into the guitar bag. The young man also nodded and thanked. These days, the idea that if you drink too much, you are not afraid of the dark alleys, it is outdated, so come out and sing.
You also have to be able to shout, otherwise you are bound to encounter the tragic situation of singing with a split throat and not being able to earn money for a bottle of throat lotion.
After saying thanks, the time was controlled just right, and just as he was about to start singing along with the accompaniment again, suddenly, "I want to walk from south to north, and I also want to walk from white to black——"
Just one voice, like a sword coming from the east, roughly cut through the hustle and bustle of the night market!
The young man was stunned and subconsciously looked in the direction of the crowd's turning heads. He vaguely saw a half-crouched figure who still had some impressions. He was then obscured by the crowd unconsciously surrounding him... That person who came to borrow the guitar just now?
They are really here to grab business!
The young man's face tightened, and he immediately felt a strong desire to win. This was his home court, and he had been here for a long time. How could he let an outsider who appeared out of nowhere easily occupy the territory and sing loudly, "Small dimples, long eyelashes"
, hopelessly charming..."
After a few words, the popularity that had gathered did not increase. On the contrary, a lot of people left one after another. To be honest, compared to the meaty voice over there, his voice has a microphone and speakers, and the pure volume is much higher.
. But it was like seeing a ghost. Instead of suppressing it, it actually made the other party gain momentum, and the sound was heard in the ears and eyes.
What's going on... What the confused young man doesn't know is that when it comes to suppressing his vocal range, let alone a street singer like him, even a professional rock singer like Chu Fengya has suffered a lot at the hands of someone.
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Of course, professional rock singer Chu Fengya is not so conscious now. She is hiding at the perfect angle that she has occupied long ago. Like the young men and women gathered around her, she is holding up her mobile phone, turning on the camera function, and happily taking pictures of the scene.
That "iron-headed kid"!
At the same time, I kept shouting secretly in my heart, here it comes, here it comes, this is the feeling, this is the sound pressure...
There is no complete recorded version of the concert in Singapore yet on the market. After all, the concert is still on tour, but Chu Fengya can naturally see the advance version through channels, mainly the opening song, especially in a certain
She watched the part where people opened their voices over and over again. She was so overwhelmed on the stage that it was so miserable that she couldn't understand it. Through the video, she could change the angle and see it from the perspective of a bystander...well, the gap
It seems bigger, but I finally understand where the problem lies.
It’s this heaven-defying and terrifying sound pressure that can be called the level of a great devil!
Sound pressure is the change in atmospheric pressure caused by sound wave disturbance, which is the residual pressure of atmospheric pressure. It is equivalent to the pressure change caused by a sound wave disturbance superimposed on the atmospheric pressure.
Such a serious explanation may not be easy to understand, but you can understand it with a simple example. Some singers perform particularly well on a certain occasion, and the songs they sing are also very good, and you like them very much. But another day the singer has changed.
The occasion is still the same song, but you will suddenly find that the singing does not sound so good... This is not that you have any misunderstanding, but that the singer's voice pressure skills have not reached the level, which is to say that the singer's voice pressure skills cannot reach the level.
Stay.
Singing in a small bar KTV and singing on a big stage with tens of thousands of people are two completely different experiences, and there is no sense of comparison.
As a professional singer and a rock singer, Chu Fengya naturally has the skills and the sound pressure is not lacking, but unfortunately she met someone who is even more perverted, so naturally she lost without any suspense.
Just like now, although the night market is not large, Chu Fengya is not sure that he can be like the man in front of him who is banging the bucket crazily. He can overwhelm everything with his loud voice alone. Simply letting the singing sound spread can be done.
Yes, but the effect will be much worse, and the farther the distance, the more obvious the difference will be.
Because the control power is declining, the taste will be much weaker accordingly... yes, there is also a taste!
A layman watches the excitement, an expert listens to the rules.
This is a universally applicable saying, but when the appeal reaches a certain level, laymen can actually hear it and taste it.
After all, you can't be fooled by throbbing feelings, and you can't be fooled by goosebumps.
"Bang bang bang... I don't believe there are real devils in the world! Let alone fight against such people..."
It's obviously just a plastic bucket worth ten yuan a piece, but it clearly produces the passionate sonorous sound of a big drum that breaks the formation!
Following the seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied voices hitting the ground, a middle-aged man wearing a hat finally couldn't help but step out from the crowd. He was dressed more casually. He should have gone out for a walk after dinner.
He took his wallet with him and took out a red ticket in his pocket, which was probably money to buy cigarettes. After a moment of hesitation, he put it into a small inferior plastic basin, gave Tang Chao a thumbs up, and silently backed away.
As if something woke him up in an instant, seven or eight people, old and young, men and women, came out of the surrounding area at the same time. They looked at each other and seemed a little surprised. Then they smiled knowingly and put money into the small basin one by one.
He didn't look to see if the Tietou boy who was singing said thank you. He just backed away silently for fear of disturbing someone.
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He recognized it, but after walking through the crowd, he couldn't help but stop and stand on tiptoes to look inside.
However, I didn't listen to it for long. It wasn't that the song ended, but that the barrel was broken with a bang... Tang Chao didn't seem to expect it. He was stunned, and then shrugged helplessly at the crowd around him.
, signaling that it’s over.
"No, buddy, I just got here!" "Do it again!" "Yes, I'm not satisfied with it, do it again!" "Brother, take off your helmet, we want to see what you look like..."
The last sentence was naturally shouted by the girl. Tang Chao pretended not to have heard it. In the midst of laughter, he reluctantly raised the plastic bucket and showed the broken bottom to everyone.
"It's okay, I'll buy it for you! Ten!" "Haha..."
He clasped his hands together and raised them above his head to express thanks to the crowd around him. He cleared his throat and said with a smile, "It's over, thank you, it's over... Well, it is necessary to clarify that this bucket was indeed broken by me. It was definitely not the case.
There is something wrong with the quality of my eldest sister’s products. I have been taking pictures for a long time, and the quality is excellent. If necessary, you can buy one and take it home, it will definitely not be a loss!”
After making a wave of advertisements, seeing that the crowd still showed no intention to disperse, Tang Chao stopped talking nonsense and turned to give Chu Fengya a hidden look in the corner. He then picked up the small basin and pocketed the red tickets inside.
The remaining change and the small basin were stuffed into the smiling aunt, and she got out from behind the stall and fled.
Ten minutes later, at the area where the battery carts were parked outside the park, Tang Chao, who had finally escaped the crowd, came to join them.
"You did it on purpose, right?" Chu Fengya asked abruptly as soon as he came up.
"ah?"
"You broke that bucket on purpose."
Tang Chao rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, you didn't even look at the situation at that time. I would have been completely surrounded if you didn't take the picture. Don't talk nonsense. I'll give you the money to buy food. Well, bring some for me too. I have to have some."
Meaty, I’m even hungry when I sing.”
"I'll buy?"
"How fresh, can I go in now?"
Chu Fengya was stunned. Indeed, Tang Chao was much more famous than her in this night market now. She could only be recognized when she entered, but Tang Chao, the iron-headed boy, would definitely be recognized when he entered. Well,
You can't even take off your helmet.
Who is the star? With such doubts in mind, the somewhat confused singer went to run his errands.