Chapter 12 Chapter 11

This time it really is hell. The man was singing loudly, and he was standing on the stage with a microphone and singing it to the customers in the bar. The song she sang sounded like Teresa Teng's "The Moon Represents My Heart", but that sounded like, in fact, the man had already sung "The Moon Represents My Heart" into a song of another realm.It's very ugly, it's ugly enough, with explosive pentatonic insufficiency, if Teresa Teng's dead soul hears it, he will be so angry that Huanyang will sing it by himself. However, the man in the black suit and black sunglasses didn't seem to notice that the audience was laughing, and everyone was mocking his self-absorbed stupidity.

No, I think it's not that he didn't notice, but that he didn't care at all. I admired his courage to sing to the end despite everything, so I decided to invite the man in black to have a drink. "Sorry, I don't drink." The man in black, wearing a pair of tacky gold-rimmed sunglasses, tapped his fingers on the table. The bartender gave him a glass of milk.There is a faint steam floating on the milk... Tsk tsk, it's still a cup of hot milk. "You don't want to drink when you come to the bar, drink milk?" I laughed and admired his casualness even more.

"Drinking hurts your throat, so you can't sing well." The man drank milk happily. "Indeed." I was really about to laugh, but I endured it politely. "Actually, the secret of singing is here." The man pointed at his stomach solemnly. "Dantian, right?" I must have smiled. "That's right, you need to use your stomach when singing, that is, your dantian, not your throat, otherwise it will be easy to sing to silence." "...excellent insight." I totally agree, but also literally laughed out loud. This man in a black suit is so funny. He lives completely in his own world, and other people's criticisms and opinions are just empty air. He is so lucky. This man must have very little trouble.

So the next five cups of hot milk and a plate of grilled chicken wings that the man in black drank were my treats. In order to express his gratitude, he continued to teach me several different ways of singing and transliteration skills.I nodded sharply, and casually asked him a few questions about singing skills. In order to demonstrate, he also planned to go on stage again and sing Tai Zhengxiao's "Thinking of You So Lonely" as a gift to me. "Actually, you don't have to be polite!" I was startled: "You need to say it clearly enough." "Where is this, this is basic courtesy hahahaha." The man in black patted the microphone with his hands, making a piercing buzzing sound: "Microphone test, microphone test, test test...The following is what I will bring to you next." A song, it’s so lonely to think about you, but this song is actually..."

Ignored by everyone, he explained to himself that the most important thing in the next song is to express the endless desolation of longing, so he must not lower the key when raising the pitch, and rush up even if his throat is torn, in order to catch up with the The feelings of the younger sister are brought out... You can't imagine that when he sang to the highest point, everyone in the audience laughed and fell down with the extreme atmosphere of not being able to distinguish between comedy and tragedy! In fact, this is really amazing. Usually, no matter how serious the resident singers are on stage, the drinkers in the audience are living in the world of alcohol and pornography. Those voices are just the background layout of various transactions, and they are not worth talking about. , but the man in black sang so badly and narcissistically that everyone had to pay attention to him.

At first everyone just laughed, but at the end of the man in black singing, everyone applauded wildly because of a nervous breakdown, and shouted together: "Encore! Encore! Encore!" So the hospitality was hard to give up, and the man in black had to comply with everyone's request and sang Wu Bai's "Passive" and Xu Huaiyu's "Fly Up" before stepping down. "Today is really great." I rubbed my aching stomach from laughing. "That's right, the audience here is so enthusiastic, hahaha, I really want to stay a few more days." The man in black smiled and wiped off the lip marks on his face. It was a few girls who accompanied him when he stepped off the stage. Afterwards, he gave him a joking kiss.

I walked him to the door of the bar, only to find that it was pouring rain outside. Well, I want to invite him in to have a few more glasses of milk, and talk about why he came to this ghostly place full of dragons and snakes in a suit. Maybe the man in black has a very idiotic natural sense of humor. We met by chance, we There is a feeling that I really want to spend more time with him. "It's going to rain for a while, so let's go in and sit down?" "The sisters are all gone, why don't you sit still." The man in black looked at the heavy rain outside the door, frowned, picked up his mobile phone and talked a bunch of words.

Not long after, a courier boy ran over in a black raincoat and brought him a black umbrella on a special trip.It's amazing, where does the express delivery come from in this small town, at least I have never seen it. The man in black held up his umbrella and swaggered into the rain. I didn't ask his name, after all, it's impossible for me to meet him again, so why put on an air. Unexpectedly, the man in black turned around and asked me loudly, "By the way, can you play the guitar?" I froze for a moment. "If you can play the guitar, next time you can accompany me hahahaha!" He laughed.

I still can't react. Just like that, the figure of the man in black gradually disappeared in the heavy rain.