Great Power Army Reclamation

"What are you laughing at?" came a voice. It turned out to be the guy who sang just now and walked to their table. Liu Zhenguo quickly asked him to sit down and ordered another cup of coffee.

Liu Jianguo smiled and repeated what the old man said just now, and the coffee that the guy drank in his mouth suddenly spurted out. Liu Zhenguo just wanted to explain that Laorou came from the countryside and had never been exposed to music before, but unexpectedly the buddy reached out his hand: "My name is Hu Jian, what do you call me brother?"

Liu Zhenguo was surprised. Although his brother played music. But he has always been arrogant and rarely takes the initiative to say hello to others. Why did you say hello to someone today who described his stroller as climbing uphill?

As a result, something even more surprising happened. The old man's eyes were dull and he stared at Hu Jian. But he 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. Only then did several people realize that Lao Rou was not looking at Hu Jian at all, but looking past the woman singing on Hu Jian's stand. .

"My family lives on a high loess slope, and strong winds blow across the slope. Regardless of whether the southeast wind or northwest wind blows, it is my song, my song..."

A woman's voice is unique, husky, sexy, and magnetic. The recognition is very high. Anyone who has listened to her songs will never forget this voice. And it's hard to imitate.

She is very thin, so thin that it makes people worry. When the wind is strong, you can't help but hold her, because her body can easily be blown away by the wind if you are not careful.

But when she sang, the power bursting out of her voice could break through gold and stone. Even the speakers nearby were vibrating and making an electric sound.

But maybe this woman is not famous. Although she sang well, she didn't resonate with the audience like Hu Jian. After singing the song, there was only sparse applause.

"How do you evaluate her songs?" Hu Jian asked when he saw the old man come to his senses.

At this time, Laorou hadn't noticed many people on the table, so he thought it was Lao Liu and the others who asked. He replied smoothly: "Dry sweet potato wine, spicy and spicy!"

"Hahaha!" Hu Jian let out a burst of laughter: "Brother, wait for me. You are an interesting person. We need to get close in a while."

Hu Jian walked up to the stage, said something to the woman, and pointed at Laorou and his friends' table. Then he started singing.

The woman was wearing a white suit and didn't wear much makeup. Not very beautiful, but definitely not ugly. She strode to Laorou's table: "Are you friends of Brother Jian? Brother Jian asked us to greet you. My name is Di Zhen!"

Wu Weiguo couldn't hold it back and laughed. This name belongs to a natural disaster!

The old man stood up awkwardly. "Hello, my name is Xu Yongli. You sing so beautifully."

The woman's face turned slightly red and her expression was a little gloomy. She had been singing here for a while. But it was always lukewarm, which made her very distressed. The main reason is that there is really no way to compare with Hu Jian.

"Brother, thank you. You were the one who said my dry loofah wine was spicy just now, right?"

The old man nodded sheepishly: "Rural people are uneducated. This is the most accurate word I can think of."

"Brother Xu, you're so polite. This is the most accurate compliment you've ever given me since I started singing." Di Zhen expressed his sincere thanks.

After some conversation, I found out that Di Zhen was a freelancer and made a living by singing. But at that time, performances were all organized by work units, so freelance singers like them basically had no chance to perform on stage and could only sing in places like this. Income is also unstable.

Hu Jian is still good, and the customers support him, so the cafe always welcomes him. And he was given 30 yuan a night, and if the customer ordered a song for 50 yuan, the store would split it equally with him. Each member of the band also earns ten yuan.

Because it is famous and popular, there are more song requests. The store can still make money from him every day, so the two parties naturally cooperate happily.

But Di Zhen couldn't do it. She wasn't famous, and no one asked her to sing. The ten yuan she was given every day was like a loss. So being able to continue singing here depends on Hu Jian’s protection. Otherwise, she would not have been allowed to take the stage long ago.

Hu Jian sang two songs in a row. During the break, he came to Lao Rou to discuss the problem of climbing the cart. As rock singers, they don’t care too much about technique. They pursue the kind of shouting and emotional expression from the bottom of their hearts.

Such as Elvis, such as Michael, Jackson. After a concert, it would be embarrassing if a few people did not carry it out.

Hu Jian is like this. Perhaps Laorou's comments just touched a certain resonance in his heart, which made him interested in Laorou.

Di Zhen sang an English song at this time, and she sang very enthusiastically. Hu Jian sighed: "What a great voice? I don't know why it hasn't become popular?"

"Okay!" Before Hu Jian could finish his words, the old man shouted, which startled him, but he quickly realized what he was doing and clapped along. People around you don’t know what’s going on? They also applauded, and the atmosphere became heated for a while.

The old man asked Hu Jian how to order songs and who would give the money? Hu Jian pointed to the waiter: "Just give it to him. Write down the title of the song you want to listen to and hand it to the waiter."

Laorou picked up the note and pen on the table: "Brother Hu, please help me write it. Write four poems and I will give you two hundred yuan."

Hu Jian glanced at him and said softly, "Thank you." Then he quickly wrote down four song titles. The old man counted out two hundred dollars and called the waiter over. He handed him the song list and pointed to the table. The waiter took the money and left.

After handing the money to the bar, he walked onto the stage and stopped Di Zhen who had just finished singing: "My friend at table three requested your song."

Di Zhen took the song list and nodded gratefully to the old man, then continued singing. In fact, Di Zhen is really an excellent singer, with a good grasp of voice and emotions.

But maybe because of the few performances, I feel a little reserved on stage. This makes it difficult for the audience to resonate. But after singing four songs in a row, her emotions completely relaxed.

Every singer has some dancing skills. When she forgets her singing, she can't help but dance to the rhythm. At this time, the audience could no longer calm down.

Compared with Hu Jian's simplicity and roughness, Di Zhen's singing and dancing have a wild and uninhibited quality. Hu Jian ordered old songs that everyone was familiar with, so many people left the table and gathered around the stage to start singing and dancing. The solo became a chorus.

After four songs were sung, someone else paid to request songs. Hu Jian went up and stopped: "Friends, a singer cannot sing continuously for so long. Let her rest for a while and come back to the next song."

The audience naturally gave Hu Jian face. Shouting to him to sing. When Di Zhen returned to Laorou's table again, tears were streaming down his face. She bowed deeply to Old Roux, who was so frightened that he quickly helped her up. She ran too fast and hugged her directly.