"I can play "Friendship Forever"," said Liu Dahua.

"This song is too old. I want to sing the song "I Love A Lifetime" just now. The live version will feel different."

"This...I can't do this, you can play and sing. I'll learn Cantonese for us northerners, which is more difficult than foreign languages."

"Okay!"

Marco stood up openly, walked to the front desk and muttered a few words. The staff actually took down the acoustic guitar and handed it to him.

Again, this is not a serious bookstore, or a place for literary and artistic bourgeoisie to talk about love.

The three girls didn't know how he was singing, so they touched their foreheads and didn't dare to lift them up. They wanted to avoid them and pretended not to know each other.

But Marco had already come back and sat down, held the guitar in his arms, tried the sound, and suddenly everyone around him looked over.

When he first arrived in Hengdian in his previous life, it was in 2003. At that time, Hengdian had just been built, but the scale had not increased and there was not much work. So he was also the first generation of Hengdian. He learned a lot and thought that he would not suppress his body if he had more skills.

But it is useless. When it is famous and profitable, it is called talented, and when it has nothing, it is called not doing its job properly.

Later, I also went to the bar to sell singing and earn some extra money. This was the path that many people had taken back then, and it was not a strange thing.

At that time, this song was very popular. As a bbs gathered by Kochi, Shuimu Tsinghua was the cultural vane of the time. The literary youths' admiration for movies and soundtracks reached the extreme, and there was a bonus of "Shaolin Football" and then "Kung Fu".

From then on, Stephen Chow became the supreme god in the Chinese film and television industry, and people ordered this song almost every night in the bar.

Later, Marco heard Lu Guanting's live version, and the desolation and enlightenment of "right and wrong, success and failure turned to nothing" moved him very much.

When Marco just played the guitar, a girl wearing sunglasses came in from outside the door. She was fashionable and elegant, and she was glamorous. Her little finger hooked the Volkswagen's car keys and placed her bulky big brother on the counter.

"Boss, you are here." The waiter stepped forward and said hello.

"Speak quietly so that I won't be discovered. I'll see how the business is."

"Let's just be sloppy today."

In fact, her popularity is not that high.

Xu Jing looked up at the second floor and asked in a low voice: "Hey, who is playing the piano?"

"I'll give it to a little boy who came over to ask for a guitar."

"A new song?"

"Yes, "A Lifetime Love."

"If you do well, we need this atmosphere. Don't bother him, I'll listen."

Xu Jing took a few steps back and looked at Marco on the second floor.

A loyal fan obviously recognized her and ran over to sign her. Xu Jing quickly shrewd her, which scared him to sit back.

“Once upon/now/I’m gone before/I’m not coming/

Red fallen leaves/buried in dust/

Start and end / Always change /

You in the sky/Pubo outside the white clouds/

sea ​​of ​​bitterness/

Love and hate/

In the world / can't escape fate /

…”

Xu Jing had crossed her hands and listened silently, but was shocked by Marco's desolate singing style. She pulled down her glasses, raised her head, and thought about her toes, and looked at the back of Marco's head again.

"Did you confirm he is a little boy?"

"Yes, it's like you're eighteen or nineteen years old at most."

"It's too exaggerated."

Although she is only 23 years old and has graduated from Beijing Film Academy for less than two years, she has filmed 50 episodes of youth idol dramas. She is a master in the Beijing circle and is much more mature than her peers with a bunch of old tricks.

After Marco finished singing, warm applause rang out in the bookstore. Many locals in Beijing actually did not understand Cantonese culture, and even had a little resistance.

Only these young people have an open mind and can tolerate all cultures, from Kafka Marquez to Stephen Chow, from Beatles Carpenter to Lu Guanting, as long as they can impress them.

"It sounds nice, call him here." Xu Jing said.

"Don't you think you're old-fashioned?" the waiter asked in a low voice.

"What do you know? This is how masculine it is."

The waiter had to stick out his tongue and ran to find Marco. Anyway, the boss liked to play with old men.

Soon, Marco followed with his left guitar and book in his right hand. When he saw Xu Jing, his eyes shining. When he went to college, he returned to college and made connections.

Xu Jing leaned against the counter and glanced at the book in his hand.

"Do you like this book?"

"Yes, Sister Xu."

"Do you know me?"

"How could it be that I didn't know you?"

"I'm so sweet, I'm giving you this book."

"That's so thankful."

Marco pretends to be flattered. Dog licking is still pleasing these days and has excellent efficacy.

"You come out with me."

Xu Jing stood at the door, squinted her eyes and looked at Marco.

"How old are you? Are you an adult?"

"At 18, I'm done."

"That's good, that's it. I have a bar where the bands on site play rock and roll and don't like to sing Cantonese songs. I want to change some fresh flavors, but some customers think Cantonese songs are too nifty. I think you can try this way of singing."

"This is OK, but I can't stay in Jingzhou for a few days and have to go back after the exam."

Then Marco explained the situation.

"Yes, you dare to apply for Peking Opera. You will be with me in the future. I think you are quite short of money. I will try it for a few days. I don't know if the customer accepts it. If it succeeds, I will continue singing when you go to college." Xu Jing said.

"That's fine, I'll be able to go to work tonight."

"You're still the most important thing about the exam. I was wiped out back then. It's not so easy to take the Peking Opera. I'll come to this address at around 7 o'clock tomorrow. I'll get 100 yuan a night, and the tips will be yours. How about it?"

Xu Jing handed Marco the business card, a bar in Houhai that feeds half of the Chinese music scene.

"Great, thank you."

This not only solves Marco's urgent needs, but also has greater significance.

"If you can't come, remember to call me in advance."

"It should be here."

When Marco went back, Liu Dahua was stretching his head to peek at the bottom.

When he leaned over, the two almost kissed each other, which scared Liu Dahua so much that he fell off the stool.

After confirming that my eyes were all straight.

"That beauty just now was a star?"

"Yes, a very powerful star."

"I was moved by your singing. Do you want to promote you?"

"Take me to her bar to try the song."

"Brother, you are so awesome. If I had known, I would have sang "Friendship Long and Long"."

"You won't sing anything else?"

"No, one song conquers the world."

Marco pulled Liu Dahua back and said, "Stop looking, he has left long ago. Dahua, do you think I look like I'm short of money?"

Liu Dahua looked at him with big eyes, looked at him for a long time, shook his head and said, "Like."

When the two returned to their seats, Liu Dahua, as a natural wingman, wanted to brag about Marco in front of the three girls, but he stopped him.

For Zhang Ziyi, there must be another way.

"Your song just now was quite nice, I really underestimate you." Zhang Ziyi said with a smile.

"It's okay." Marco replied coldly.

It’s strange to eat hot pot in a bookstore, but it can’t stand it. Everyone has a lot of fun.

Beijing has high consumption, and candidates from other places are stingy, so it is rare to have a good meal.

Thinking that he would have an income tomorrow night, which was quite considerable, Marco went downstairs to buy the order. Because of Xu Jing's care, he was 110 yuan after a 20% discount.
To be continued...