Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

This can be regarded as a reason, I have sung with such an ugly voice, those of you who are not out of tune still have the nerve to not sing!

Luan Feng said to Wan Feng beside him, "Can you sing?"

Wan Feng hesitated for a moment, originally he wanted to say that he couldn't sing, but when he saw Luan Feng's bright eyes under the moonlight, he subconsciously murmured, "I seem to be able to sing."

I regret it when I'm done.

well!A hero is saddened by a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman will kill people!

Chapter No.17 The Story of the Future

"Then you sing one, what songs do you know?"

What song will you sing?There are many songs that can be sung.It's like what they will sing, the spring water in the frontier is clear and clear, I love those songs in Wuzhishan.

The rest of the people around followed suit.

"See what songs you outsiders can sing, sing one."

He sang as long as he sang, and he couldn't kill anyone, but Wan Feng had to think a lot about what to sing.

Now those songs about love and love cannot be sung, because the ban has not yet been lifted in China, and it will take at least eight or three years before the ban is lifted, so he wants to sing songs without love between men and women.

"I'll sing a song about youthful aspirations, don't worry about it."

"Young ambitions don't worry! What song is it? I don't think I've heard it before."

Of course you haven’t heard it, the author of this song probably still wears crotch pants now.

"Does it sound good? Don't sing like Lao Qi."

Doesn’t it sound good, don’t you know it after listening to it?This man is really stupid.

Wan Feng brewed his emotions and began to sing: "How many times the wind and rain, how many times the spring and autumn, the wind, frost, snow, rain and torrent..."

After a sentence was sung, there was silence all around.

The songs of 1980 are still mainly in the mainstream of national singing, and almost all songs are in this style.The style of popular songs has hardly appeared, at least not in rural areas.

At that time, Wan Feng had just finished pouring out his voice, and his voice already had the appearance of an adult's voice. Although the singing was still immature, this voice was enough to shake the hearts of those who listened to it.

"For mother's smile, for the harvest of the earth..."

Especially when singing the chorus part, Wan Feng's roaring voice made people's blood boil even more.

Luan Feng, who was beside Wan Feng, was breathless with excitement, holding Wan Feng's arm tightly with one hand.

In this silent night, Wan Feng's singing sounded far away, and at the end of the song, there seemed to be an echo rippling in people's ears.

"What kind of song is this! I've never heard such a song before, it's really nice."

"I don't know what's going on, I feel itchy all over my body."

Luan Feng didn't let go of Wan Feng's hand: "Is there any more, sing one more! Sing one more!"

"No more." Wan Feng flatly refused.

According to this trend, if he doesn't deny it, he probably won't stop singing till dawn.

Luan Feng didn't believe it at all: "You must know something else, it's impossible to know this one, I'll sing it when I get to my grandma's house."

Lao Li has two sons, both of whom have married and live in the ditch. There are only the old couple left here in Dongtou.

Lao Li works as a breeder in the team, and usually he can't go home until midnight.

Lao Li's wife lived in the east room and was already asleep at this time.

Xicheng and the blacksmith were taken home by their sisters because they were too young, and in the end there were about a dozen men and women gathered on the kang in the west room of Lao Li's house.

The kang was heated to the right temperature, and with a big quilt covering the legs, more than a dozen people formed a circle.

The electrodes at that time were unstable, except for the three days during the Chinese New Year, when there was a power outage, there was a power outage.

Although the electricity bill is very cheap, the low income usually does not turn on the light.

So a group of people started a singing competition.

Originally they wanted to listen to Wan Feng sing, but this proposal was rejected by Wan Feng. If he sang by himself tomorrow, he might not be able to speak.

If you want to sing, everyone sings together, one for each.

Start with Wan Feng.

Wan Feng sang Zheng Zhihua's Sailor, which won warm applause from everyone.

Then there are other people singing, Wan Feng's singing is at the front, and the rest of the singing is obviously foolish and very short. They all hope that it will be Wan Feng's turn to listen to Wan Feng's new song as soon as possible.

The songs Wan Feng sang are unique in both melody and singing style, which brought them a tsunami-like impact.

Wan Feng's second song is "In a Foreign Land" by Shuimunianhua

After the song was sung, Luan Feng, who was sitting next to Wan Feng, suddenly asked, "Is there no love song? Sing one."

Luan Feng's proposal was cheered by everyone, they were all young boys and girls who had just started their love affairs, and no one had sparks in their stomachs yet.

"Is it okay to sing this? If not, I will be rapped and sung yellow songs."

In the 1980s, Teresa Teng's songs were still all the rage, so how could she sing love songs.

"Just sing one, and none of us will say anything."

"Then sing one, and I won't sing tonight after singing this one." Wan Feng also put forward his own conditions.

It can be said that love songs are the type of songs with the largest number of songs in later generations. Thousands of songs come out every year, but not many can be handed down.

Wan Feng recalled it for a while, and finally chose "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow".

"A song came softly from the radio at midnight, that is the melody you and I are already familiar with..."

This is a song with a very beautiful and slightly sentimental melody. It can be said to be one of Tong Ange's masterpieces. This song appeared in the early 90s, and Wan Feng made him come out more than ten years earlier.

As for whether Tong Ange will make it again in the future after he sings it, Wan Feng doesn't care, it will be more than ten years later, who knows what kind of butterfly effect will be.

There was no sound in the room after the song was sung.

It took a long time for someone to express their admiration: "It's really nice, I never thought there would be such a nice song in the world."

In the dark, Luan Feng quietly leaned her head on Wan Feng's arm.