Yang Xiaonian’s Promotion

   "Is there a dance hall on Wanghe Road? When did it happen?" Yang Xiaonian asked in surprise.

Chen Bingjing said, "When is it going to happen?... It just opened a new one. Didn't Dong Xiaoguang also open a family? I met him the day before yesterday and he invited me to play, I just found out... "

  Dong Xiaoguang opened a karaoke hall, would you like to play? Does this guy want to be okay? Yang Xiaonian didn't want to go, but after listening to this sentence, he put a foot on the accelerator and the car drove towards Wanghe Road.

  Wanghe Road, just walk in at the intersection to the north of Shiyu Clothing Store. Standing on this street before, you could faintly see the Longquan River, hence the name of this street.

   This east-west street is not long, only over a thousand meters. It's not wide either, the distance between the north and the south is only 20 meters, and the tiles and flower beds in front of the shops on both sides are planed, and the oil parking road in the middle is only six or seven meters.

   Yang Xiaonian really can’t remember what this street used to do, but now, at a glance, there are colorful neon signs. What "Blue Moon Cabaret", "Red Sorghum KTV", "Oriental Wine", "Golden Phoenix Nightclub", the most famous one is actually called "Asia Song City", in fact, it is just a small door with a few lights hanging on it. Neon lights, the appearance of seven or eight houses upstairs and downstairs.

   These small karaoke halls suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Looking at the silhouettes of people on the roadside and in front of the store, the business seemed to be doing well.

   "What's the name of the karaoke hall opened by Dong Xiaoguang?" The car was slowly walking down the street, Yang Xiaonian's eyes were fixed on the karaoke halls on both sides of the road, and he asked Chen Bingjing.

   "I...I don't remember either, it seems like...what is it called Mengmeng..." Chen Bingjing thought hard and answered uncertainly.

  Yang Xiaonian said with a smile: "Misty and rainy? This **** liked Qiong Yao's novels the most when he was in school. He could almost memorize this book, but he never passed the Chinese class."

   "Yes, yes, it's just misty rain. Hee hee, have you seen it too? Do you like Yiping or Ruping in it?" Chen Bingjing asked Yang Xiaonian with a smile.

"I don't like either of them. Ruping is too fragile, Yiping is too strong... Uh, I haven't read much, so I can't tell." At this time, romance books were not very popular anymore. people joke. Unable to guard against it, Yang Xiaonian said that he missed his mouth. At this time, it was too late to think about going back.

  Chen Bingjing turned her head to look at Yang Xiaonian like she was watching an alien, with a playful smile on her face.

"What are you looking at? There was nothing to do when I was in school. It happened that Dong Xiaoguang had these books on his bedside, so he grabbed and read two of them..." Yang Xiaonian explained embarrassedly, as if he It's like being caught doing something embarrassing.

  Chen Bingjing just laughed: "Hee hee...why are you so nervous? Outside the window, it's misty and rainy, the courtyard is deep...Actually, I've read all these books..."

   "These books are only for little girls. The kind of poignant and beautiful love that is dead and alive, and tenderhearted. In fact, I like Jin Yong's Lu Ding Ji more."

"What do you mean? Do you envy Wei Xiaobao for marrying seven wives?" Chen Bingjing's nerves are very sensitive. As soon as Yang Xiaonian talks about Lu Dingji, she immediately thinks of Wei Xiaobao, who is too beautiful in the book and married seven Here comes the wife.

   Yang Xiaonian's heart skipped a beat, and he said to me that who is not good, how can I compare him? "What do you think? Wei Xiaobao was born in the grass roots, whether it is in the arena or in the officialdom, he is a fish in water, this person looks like an ignorant little **** on the outside, in fact, this person is flexible and witty. Bold and careful, both sides, like a fish in water, still have certain beliefs and ideals in the heart, but it is not as useless as it looks from the outside..."

"Okay, even if you say that he is quick-witted, witty, daring, careful, both sides, like a fish in water, he has all these, but he also has ideals and beliefs? You didn't drink tonight?" As she said, Chen Bingjing was still very He stretched out his small hand exaggeratedly and touched Yang Xiaonian's forehead.

Yang Xiaonian hid for a moment, then turned his head and said, "What are you doing, I don't have a fever? You think, Wei Xiaobao has lived in a dirty and lowly brothel since he was a child. He has never gone to school and received no traditional education. In order to survive, he must Learning to flatter **** clients and slapping horses... Moreover, he still relies on these skills to live happily in this world. Even if he is later arrested in the palace and almost becomes a real eunuch, he is not pessimistic and disappointed, but uses his wisdom to fight He got Hai Dafu, killed Ao Bai, and finally received the emperor's appreciation until he rose to prominence. Can you do all this without ideals and beliefs?"

  Chen Bingjing was not convinced: "After talking for a long time, you still haven't said what his ideals and beliefs are?"

Yang Xiaonian smiled and said: "Actually, I have already said, his ideal and belief is to live and live well. Even if he married seven wives, this is also part of his ideals and beliefs, all to make Live better yourself."

   "You... crooked and heresy." Chen Bingjing knew that in terms of theoretical knowledge and eloquence, she was no match for Yang Xiaonian. He had no choice but to put a big hat on him as a "wrong theory", stopped arguing, and turned his head out the window.

  Yang Xiaonian still didn't know what to do, and wanted to say more, Chen Bingjing had already pointed to the side of the road and shouted, "It's foggy and rainy, it's foggy and rainy, stop now, it's here..."

   Looking in the direction of Chen Bingjing's finger, a small two-story building stands on the north side of the street. The four big characters above the bizarre neon lights are constantly flashing. What is it?

  Yang Xiaonian stopped the car at the door, and the two walked in hand in hand. Behind the stage inside the door sat a red down jacket with a ponytail, looking at a young woman who could be twenty-four or five years old.

   Seeing two people coming in, the young woman quickly stood up and asked with a smile, "Do you sing? Three yuan for a song, fifty yuan for the night."

   The price of three yuan per song is not low, but fifty yuan per night seems a bit cheap. I really don’t know how Dong Xiaoguang decided this price. Maybe, this is not Dong Xiaoguang's invention, other families are like this too?

   I listened with my ears sideways. It was silent upstairs and downstairs. It seemed that I was the first group of customers tonight. "Dong Xiaoguang, let him come out..." Yang Xiaonian said to the young woman with a smile.

"Dong... Dong Xiaoguang? What Dong Xiaoguang? I don't know the person you're talking about." She didn't know what was going on. When the young woman heard Yang Xiaonian came in, she asked Dong Xiaoguang, her face sank and her eyes were full of vigilance. .

  Chen Bingjing said on the side: "Isn't this store opened by Dong Xiaoguang? He told me that the store he opened is called Yanyumengmeng..."

   "I'm sorry, you're in the wrong place. I own this store. I don't know Dong Xiaoguang." The young woman lost her enthusiasm when she saw that these two people were not here for consumption.

   "Forget it, do you have a private room here? Open a private room and I'll sit for a while." Judging from her expression, she must know Dong Xiaoguang, but why did she deliberately say she didn't, then I don't know the reason.

  Yang Xiaonian didn't make it clear that he was Dong Xiaoguang's classmate. He said in his heart that since he's here, just sit down and go, anyway, he has nowhere to go with Chen Bingjing.

   Hearing that Yang Xiaonian was going to open a private room, the little young woman became enthusiastic. Taking Yang Xiaonian and Chen Bingjing to a room upstairs, Yang Xiaonian asked her to take a bundle of beer and two plates of melon seeds, and Chen Bingjing had already squatted in front of the TV, picking up CDs. Here, I have to find songs by myself and play them by myself.

   The young woman watched Chen Bingjing reviewing the discs and asked them if they wanted to book the venue. From the looks of it, if Yang Xiaonian said that she would not reserve the venue, she might still stand by and sing a few songs for the two of them.

   Yang Xiaonian Xin said that what the two of us wanted was an atmosphere, what's the matter with you standing on the side? He took out one hundred yuan from his pocket and gave it to her: "You take it first, more refunds and less compensation."

   Fertilizer and water do not fall into the fields of outsiders. Anyway, this is Dong Xiaoguang's place. The young woman hurriedly took it and said thank you. She probably knew that it was inconvenient for her to stand here, so she quickly backed out and took care of the door.

  Yang Xiaonian opened a bottle of beer and took a sip, feeling a little cold. Listening to the music, Chen Bingjing played "Speak Your Heart". I really don't know how she likes to listen to this kind of song? Sitting back to Yang Xiaonian's side, Chen Bingjing handed another microphone to Yang Xiaonian: "Let's sing together."

Yang Xiaonian patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are deliberately making me ugly, aren't you? How can I sing with my voice?" "I just want to sing with you, here it is, take it..." Chen Bingjing Smiling, he just shoved the microphone into Yang Xiaonian's hand.

"To tell the truth, I also miss the old mother at home who is full of white hair. To tell the truth, I also love to miss the her in the dream..." Yan Weiwen's voice is mellow, and Yang Xiaonian is no matter what. Can't learn. Unexpectedly, although Chen Bingjing's voice was on the gentle side, she sang in a very gentle and low-pitched manner, which was much more appealing.

   The lyrics of this song are very touching, especially for those who have been working hard outside for a long time, it is hard not to cry when they hear the lyrics. Chen Bingjing's voice was gentle, but it had a unique flavor. At the beginning, Yang Xiaonian still followed him twice, but at the end, Yang Xiaonian just held the microphone and didn't make a sound, and only listened to Chen Bingjing singing alone.

In the middle of the song, Chen Bingjing put down the microphone and grabbed the bottle of beer that Yang Xiaonian had just opened. She raised her neck and took a few gulps before she put down the bottle and complained: "You are the real person, why don't you sing all the time? Listen to me sing alone?"

"Haha, I've said it all, my voice is not suitable for singing, you sing really well, why don't you choose another song..." Before he could finish his words, he heard a faint noise from below. A loud voice is still clear to hear: "Mary's next door, Dong Xiaoguang, let him get out..."

   Then, there was the cry of the young woman just now.

   Yang Xiaonian's expression changed involuntarily, Chen Bingjing had already stood up and said, "I'll go and see what's going on..."