The No. 2 bus parked on the main road took away the last falling yellow leaf..."
Just like the first time he was pushed onto the stage, as soon as he opened his voice, the whole ballroom fell silent. Da Ya's eyes were moist, and the long-lost emotion surged into his heart.
In the past few years, Da Ya has become very popular in Bingcheng, but she has never had a song that can make her cry.
"I will never forget the feeling of holding you in my arms, it is warmer than the heat hidden in my heart.
Forgetting the strong north wind outside the window, tenderness and lingering overlap again."
In front of him was the snowy pine forest by the river. Xiaochuan kissed his red lips passionately, and white snowflakes fell on his head and body until his eyes were covered...
"call......"
Tie Jun exhaled a long breath, it was successful, and Da Ya finally came out.
A good voice is important, but without a band, no clothes, and no songs that suit you, you will become trapped in a cocoon after singing for a long time, without the motivation and direction to move forward.
Da Ya is just like singing covers of whatever pops, "too oily, too molded, and can't come out..." Talent scouts, experts, and record companies put a label on Da Ya.
It was just one song before Daya could break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly. Now, Tie Jun has helped her do it. There are more songs waiting for her to perform, and she will perform it with her heart!
Everyone was intoxicated by this beautiful song. Da Ya had a wide vocal range and a unique voice, which resembled both Tian Zhen and Han Hong, sometimes hoarse and sometimes crisp.
During the music interlude, people swayed to the music, flower baskets and beer began to be piled on the stage, and Daya bowed deeply to thank her fans who have supported her all these years.
Jia Guangming suddenly said: "Dajun, can you please give me back the iron flower?"
"It's not like you don't know my old man's temper. It's very difficult. You don't want him to mess with you again, right?"
Tie Jun's words reminded him of Lao Tie's irritability, "Go back!" Jia Guangming shuddered, sighed, and looked disappointed.
"Let me give it a try! The old man has also changed recently and is not as old-fashioned as before. Just listen to me!"
"Thank you, Dajun, thank you!"
With renewed hope, Jia Guangming came to shake Tie Jun's hand gratefully, then took the beer, and the three of them touched it together and blew at each other.
"It's your red lips that stick to everything I have, and it's your thoughtfulness that makes me passionate again.
It is your tenderness that melts the ice and snow, and it is your sweet words that change the seasons!"
After Da Ya finished singing, people rushed onto the stage, shouted her name, and surrounded her. Da Zhuang rushed over and protected her with his strong arms.
"Dajun, I want to hold the red iron flower and make her the pride of our Bingcheng people!"
"Okay, I'll thank you on behalf of Da Ya!"
Jia Guangming suddenly realized that the day Daya became famous in China was also the moment when he reached his peak, and he was willing to be the hero behind the scenes.
"Boss, boss, congratulations. Just the flower basket and beer, you just brought in more than 3,000 yuan!"
Brother Pigtail squeezed into the booth and shouted loudly. Jia Guangming smiled even more happily. Tie Jun stood up and looked at Daya who rushed over.
"Brother, thank you! Thank you..."
Throwing herself into the arms of her elder brother, Da Ya choked and couldn't speak. Da Ya gasped for air and blocked the group of fans who came behind her.
"Everyone, please be quiet and let Miss Tiehua take a break. I have more than a dozen song request cards in my hand, all of which request the song "Missing You in the Snow." After a beautiful model performance, the singing continues!"
After hearing that this song could be heard again, the crowd slowly calmed down. Gao Xiaoyan helped Daya go backstage to continue preparations. The band leader came over to toast the boss and express his congratulations.
The hot melody of "He Dong" suddenly exploded, and white smoke billowed out from the stage. Models lined up and appeared on the stage one after another, all wearing the clothes that Tie Jun brought over.
"Ladies, congratulations. The costumes for today's model performance were all customized by our boss in Hong Kong. Look at the price marked on the waist tag. The quantity is limited, first come first served!"
Men's weakness is women, and women's weakness is jewelry, brand-name cosmetics, and beautiful clothes. These unsalable clothes in civilian areas are selling like hot cakes here.
"You can try on the clothes backstage until you are satisfied. Please pay attention to the silk series. Be careful with your nails. Haha, be careful with your nails!"
The models walked off the stage one by one and came into close contact with the audience. They stretched out their hands, big and small, and the models' giggles echoed throughout the dance hall.
I don’t know if I’ll buy it after touching it, but it feels really good in the hand. The aisle backstage was crowded with people, not just women, but men as well.
Jia Guangming laughed and cried. The opening of a song and dance hall had never been so lively, and this was just an ordinary night.
"The army is amazing. Sister Wang will probably cry to death when she sees this scene!"
Lao Scar suddenly put his arm around Tie Jun's shoulders and shouted loudly, "There is nothing we can do. It's too noisy. You can't hear me if you don't shout."
"It doesn't matter if you cry to death. If you leave her in her hands, you can only wait for the season to vomit blood and throw her away! People, you have to accept your fate! It's okay not to accept it, and wait for rebirth!"
Tie Jun also yelled hard, and Lao Scar chuckled, "Then can I be reborn?" "Yes, I can be reborn after death, hahaha!" Tie Jun laughed hard, and Lao Scar rolled his eyes angrily.
"Boss, Brother Dahei wants you to go to Xiaoyao Pavilion, and Lao Hai also wants you to go to Xiaoxiang Garden."
Xiao Zhuang ran over covering his face, crying, and he should have been slapped in the mouth. Jia Guangming frowned and shouted: "What's going on?"
"I want some silk pajamas, they're out of stock!"
"Idiot, I didn't know but the private room came first!"
Jia Guangming stood up, a little confused. They were all big bastards, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them. What should he do?
Hey, yes, bring Tie Jun with you, he made all these clothes, there is no need for you to take the blame.
"Army, please come over to me and explain!"
"Walk!"
Tie Jun also heard their shouting. In the following plan, these gangsters are still needed to suppress the situation. It is just the right time to sell favors and do big things with a small amount of money. That is now.
"Old Scar, you come too, I'll leave it to you to deal with them in the future!"
"I'm not on the same level!"
"You're afraid of me. From now on, they will have to look at your face and follow me!"
Tie Jun walked swaggering in front, his thin body swaying like a cannon. Jia Guangming and Lao Scar looked at each other and felt that there was a big tiger walking in front of them, and the two of them were the little foxes pretending to be powerful.
Xiaoyao Pavilion.
"boom!"
The door was kicked open and Tie Jun walked in. Seven or eight people, men and women, were sitting in the room, and they all looked up.
"Who is Dahei?"
Tie Jun stood in the middle of the box, lowered his head and glanced at the coffee table. Damn, Hongtashan's class is like a wolf with chicken feathers and a big tail!
There was a dark man in the middle of the sofa, coaxing the little wild flower in his arms to wipe away her tears. Hearing Tie Jun's death-seeking words, his face twitched first.
The standard for a big bastard is to think with his butt when things happen, unlike the little bastards who just do it directly.
Butt told him that the guy in front of him was very tough and he was here to cause trouble.