Super sweet: At the beginning, she was teased by a big star school flower

The uncle wearing a turban led the three of them to a courtyard inside.

There are more than a dozen tables in the yard, and there are a few more indoors.

There are not many people listening to music, perhaps because there are too many bars in Dali Ancient Town, and it is not the peak season itself, so the flow of people is scattered.

"You can take a look at the menu first. If there are three people, I suggest you order a 268 set meal, which includes wine and snack fruit plate. If the two beauties don't drink, they can also be replaced with drinks."

Zhao Haoran stared at Chu Qin anxiously.

"I'm so happy today, why don't you drink some wine? The alcohol content of beer is not high, let me drink some."

"Brother, you still have to ask for instructions when drinking, are you so obedient?" Li Yanran pursed her lips and smiled.

"Your sister-in-law said that for the sake of my health, I should drink less. I thought that I was only in my early 20s, not a little old man in his 40s, so I started to take care of my health so soon."

Zhao Hao was wearing a mask, but he could still see that he was smiling from the corner of his eyes.

"You don't know how to keep in good health until you have something wrong with your body, and it will be too late!" Chu Qin said righteously, and then changed his tone of joy, "But I am really happy today, and I allow you to drink once."

Zhao Hao took off his mask and licked his lips.

"Boss, let's order this 468 set meal. You can have less drinks and more fruit plates and snacks."

"Okay, everyone, sit down for a while and listen to some music. Today I have a few friends who are here to help me warm up the scene. They are quite famous in the folk music circle, and they will come over later."

The upward movement of Li Yanran's mouth reveals the joy in her heart.

"Hey, then our luck is really good!"

The ancient city in the city, the small courtyard under the wall, the yellow jue in the courtyard, and someone playing and singing under the tree.

One after another, there were four or five tables of people sitting in the yard.

Chu Qin was not recognized when Zhao Hao took off his mask.

So he quietly took off his mask.

"It's great. For the first time on a non-variety show, I can integrate into the lives of normal people without being disturbed."

"Maybe it's just not being discovered, but the atmosphere here is really good. No wonder many celebrities have bought houses here. How about we buy a house too?"

"But we don't have much time to come here. We usually have to work, so let's talk about it later."

Zhao Hao and Chu Qin were still chatting, but Li Yanran's attention was on the folk singer holding a guitar on stage.

"Brother, why do these folk singers have a sense of story?"

"Without a story, you can't write a good work. Just like film and television works, many moving movies are mostly adapted from real events. Just like the song I wrote for your sister-in-law, if there is no story, And it can’t resonate with people.”

The three chatted, and the boss brought them beer and fruit plate snacks.

When he was about to leave, the boss turned his head and smiled at Zhao Hao and Chu Qin.

"You two look familiar."

Is it still recognized?

Zhao Hao was about to admit that the next story must be heard by people around him, and they all took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and maybe some fans asked for a group photo.

However, the boss may be disconnected from the Internet at home, or the light is not very good, so he couldn't see clearly.

He just smiled subtly and said: "You guys look like celebrities, we basically don't have handsome guys and beauties like you when we make folk songs, my friend in the stand has a bearded face, he has a story, right? "

Chu Qin nodded with interest, wanting to hear him continue.

"He used to work in a state-owned enterprise and had a good job, but he often had to socialize everywhere, eating and drinking with the leaders. Over time, he became afraid of crowded places, so he resigned and came to Dali.

Slowly follow a group of music playing partners to toss music together, his voice is very good, in addition to singing at my place, he is also invited to several other venues, sometimes to Lijiang, although the income is not stable, but it is very free, No constraints. "

The prelude of the guitar is played, and the story folk singer has already started to fan.

"Everyone, drink slowly, I'll go to work first."

"OK, thanks."

Zhao Hao filled the three glasses with wine, and the folk singer also sang.

"Get off work at 6 o'clock in the evening and change out of the clothes in the pharmaceutical factory.

My wife is cooking porridge, and I'm going to drink a few bottles of beer.

Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses.

The darkness deep in the clouds, drowning the landscape in the bottom of my heart. "

As soon as the singing sounded, everyone in the yard stopped talking and stopped their movements.

When a celebrity holds a concert, it will definitely be very lively and noisy off the stage.

But they don't think it's noisy, they think it's an atmosphere.

If there is no sound in the audience, it means that the people on the stage are not singing well.

But folk songs are different. If the audience is quiet, it means that the sound has entered the hearts of the people.

"Suddenly I feel that people who sing folk songs are so attractive." Chu Qin dragged his chin with his hands, quietly enjoying the music.

Zhao Hao's competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

"Isn't it just a folk song, I can sing it too."

Li Yanran blinked, "Brother, folk songs are still a bit different from ordinary songs. Maybe they don't have many skills, but there must be a story, and emotions must be poured into it. You can't do it."

"Hey! Then let's take a gamble. If I win, Qinqin, you have to kiss me 10 times. Yanran, you will watch from the side and show off your face." Zhao Hao smiled confidently.

"Then what if you can't sing like that?" Chu Qin and Li Yanran temporarily stood in the same camp, and they looked at Zhao Hao with great interest.

"Then I'll let you handle it. Whatever you ask me to do, I'll do."

"Okay, that's it!"

The three made a bet, and Zhao Hao planned to show his hand on stage later.

If you want to talk about folk songs, you have to mention the song "Miss Dong".

Since this world has not yet appeared, he can completely change it to "Miss Chu", right?

The folk singers on the field were still singing, while Zhao Hao was recalling the lyrics and tune.

A one-to-one restoration is probably enough, but playing the guitar in folk songs is more casual, and the tune can be changed. Anyway, it's the first time they listen to it, and they can't understand it.

After the singer on stage finished singing, Zhao Hao told the boss that he would give the singer a case of wine.

This is also a way for Qingba to support singers.

The beer here may only cost a few dollars outside, but here it costs tens of dollars a bottle.

The value of wine is not important, what is important is the spiritual value attached to listening to songs.

"Thank you to the friends at table 8 for the wine and the song "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze" for you. I wish you a happy stay in Dali."

After the song was sung, the singer stepped down from the stage to personally toast with Zhao Hao and the others.

"Thank you for your support, I would like to offer you a toast." The singer lifted his glass and looked up, and then he saw the other person's appearance clearly, "You guys look familiar..."

Zhao Hao could tell from his eyes that he should have recognized it.

"Shh, don't stretch out, let's just listen to nursery rhymes quietly."

"Ah, ok ok, I... I didn't expect a celebrity to come and listen to me sing one day. I'm so excited. I'm sorry, I'll finish this glass of wine first."

Zhao Hao also drank the wine very politely.

"What's your name?"

"Just call me Xiyu."

"Can I borrow your guitar?" Zhao Hao stood up, already starting to fan, "I also want to feel the charm of folk songs."