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It just so happened that the female singer on the stage received the notice from the waiter next to her, her eyes were astonished, she nodded with a smile, and said into the microphone.

"Next, I invited a friend from our bar to come on stage and sing a song, which can be regarded as fulfilling a small wish of his girlfriend."

Lin Cheng blushed, looking at Xia Chen who narrowed her eyes slightly in front of her.

"I didn't let him say that!"

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62 Kill that Shijiazhuang man

Although Lin Cheng said that sometimes he would make some efforts and strive for his own goals, but he would never be so bold as to frankly say that a boy is his boyfriend or something like that.

Especially this person is Xia Chen, a cheapskate who can't take jokes.

Moreover, Xia Chen's current appearance really didn't make Lin Cheng rush to this point, let alone establish a relationship with him impatiently, and he didn't even figure out the relationship.

It's definitely not Lin Cheng's style to come up with such an oolong.

But the boy in front of her obviously didn't want to care about so much.

Seeing the female singer put down the microphone and leave the stage, dozens of people in the bar looked at the stage, wondering which friend had such a big face and such a big courage.

The boy put down his teacup and stood up.

He glanced at Lin Cheng.

"Not much singing. What do you want to hear?"

Lin Cheng thought for a while, then blinked at Xia Chen.

"whatever."

So Xia Chen went to the stage.

Now, the audience in the audience saw the real master.

A strange boy in white shirt and jeans, who seemed to have no impression of the regular customers who came here all the time, walked onto the stage.

Not to mention, this kind of attire, appearing at the scene where a folk song has just been sung, still has a bit of literary taste. After all, what kind of attire plays what kind of effect where and where.

Xia Chen's suit, in the talent market, is a good seed for a migrant worker who is looking for a job without a degree.

Put it in the sales center, that is, a salesman who has no performance and is frustrated in his life who may rush to sell to you at any time, put it in... .

There are too many places to put it, and an identity can be found anywhere.

But they are all humble.

Just like the teenager at this time, young but old-fashioned.

It's like a poor literary youth who can only sing in residence, has no stable job, and is looking for a place to stay.

Xia Chen, who was on the stage, was actually not nervous at all. Whether there were dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people in the audience, they would not have any influence on him.

For now, just do your own thing.

So Xia Chen turned her head, ignoring the gazes of the people in front of her.

Instead, he looked at the musicians behind him.

"Just play the accompaniment of Wan Qing's "Kill That Shijiazhuang Man"."

The musicians did so.

People in the audience should still be drinking, and those who should be playing games should be playing games.

After all, this young man is not a big star, and his clothes are not stunning, so there is no reason to keep more people's attention.

As for Xia Chen, she stood calmly in front of the microphone, her back slightly hunched.

It's like a student who refuses to obey discipline and wants to go to the rostrum for self-criticism.

Lazy and cynical.

Until the first music of the accompaniment sounded.

Xia Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and the lights on the stage hit this even more ordinary boy unpretentiously.

Nothing special.

But Lin Cheng felt that even Xia Chen's hair was shining.

Although it can't be amazing, he is definitely special.

This is Lin Cheng's confidence and the simplest and most direct evaluation of Xia Chen.

Unfamiliar with the accompaniment, in fact, this song is not very familiar to the entire Huaxia group, even strange and unpopular.

But it doesn't hinder a good song, it just sounds good and meaningful.

Where exactly is the meaning?Perhaps just by looking at the name, one can tell a little bit, but in fact, it has nothing to do with Xia Chen's calm or even empty thinking at this time.

Except for Lin Cheng and the female singer below to see Xia Chen, no one noticed Xia Chen's movements.

Xia Chen spoke calmly.

"Get off work at six o'clock in the evening and change the clothes of the pharmaceutical factory,

My wife was making porridge and I went to drink a few bottles of beer. "

Simple and even a little deep voice, in fact, it is not as impressive as the first sound of smoke, and it sounds good.

But his subtle emotional changes were like an obsidian sinking into the dead sea.

The atmosphere of the whole bar instantly settled down because of these two simple sentences.

There seemed to be some great pressure, and a layer of dark clouds hung over the sky.

There is power in singing, and this power is called despair.

The immersion charm of this song is nothing more than to show the gray era and desperate life of an era and a place.

Xia Chen did it simply.

Lin Cheng's eyes were no longer surprised, this is what Xia Chen can do, it's as magical as a Doraemon.

Not to mention the female singer in the audience who claims to have some skills and has participated in many variety show auditions.

She knows this song, and she also knows that this song looks ordinary, it seems ordinary, the tone does not change much, and the basic skills to be used are not too advanced.

However, it is such a song, the more exquisite the lyrics, the weaker the melody.

The more difficult it is to control.

Because the melody is reduced, we must pay attention to the expression of emotion.

And this song isn't the kind of emotion that hysterical desperation can unleash.

It gives people the feeling that they want to boil frogs in warm water, people slowly soak in the slowly boiling hot water, slowly despair, and slowly die.

Xia Chen's voice is ordinary, but it seems to have magic power.

Regardless of more and more people noticing the gazes here, his voice was calm without trembling.

The content is more than the singing part.

"Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses,

The darkness deep in the clouds drowns the landscape in my heart. "

The slightly raised voice showed that this young man was able to control his voice with ease.

But emotions are a steady, gradual progression, which is more difficult.

There are more and more eyes from below.

Obviously, they began to realize that this person was extraordinary.

At least his skill is extraordinary.

"In the people's mall crazy at the octagonal counter,

Buy a fake gun with a fake bill.

defend her life till the mansion crumbles,

The night covered the North China Plain, and sadness drenched her face. "

With the sudden and majestic sound of the accompaniment, Xia Chen also appropriately amplified his own voice.

Complement each other, as if many pictures appear in front of you.

Night, mist.

gray pressure.

A breathless life.

"Living in experience until the edifice crumbles,

Ten thousand runaway horses raced through his mind.

Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses,

Ten thousand runaway horses raced through his mind.

Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses,

The darkness deep in the clouds drowns the landscape in my heart. "

Xia Chen calmly placed her hands by her side, she didn't need to support the microphone, and she didn't need to make any more movements to explode her emotions. She finished singing calmly, and then stepped off the stage early before the music ended completely.

Then the whole bar burst into applause.

People reacted belatedly, and they had been immersed in this ordinary-sounding voice unknowingly for a long time.

And there is still a picture emerging in front of him.

This is definitely not the average level.

It is said that the other party's ability to control the voice and adjust his own voice with this kind of random accompaniment is absolutely powerful.

There were even people screaming from below.

"One more song, one more song!!"

But Xia Chen had already sat on a chair and started drinking tea.

Lin Cheng in front of him looked at Xia Chen with a smile.

"I'm looking forward to the way you sing that soulful ballad, it must be weird."

Xia Chen was noncommittal, and calmly lit a cigarette.

"Affectionate or not, I don't know, but I would definitely feel sick."

"Hahaha…."

The two left the bar and went home separately.

Another thunderstorm night.

Xia Chen, who was about to go to bed, received a call.

"Well...can you help me find a master who repairs electricity, thunder...the power went out, it's a little scary..."