Hanqing Japanese Words

Under the strong praise of the two, Cheng Han also became suspicious of his own voice. He couldn't figure out what the special and pleasant voice was anyway, and felt that his two brothers were exaggerating to comfort him.But Youzi ran around and found a way for him to be a wedding singer.

At that time, wedding companies had just started to catch fire, and this remote city in the north had no information and a small circle. Once something became popular, it would be out of control in an instant, and everyone was scrambling to follow suit.

The banquet hall of this hotel is decorated luxuriously and vulgarly, with eyes full of gold and red, a young man in a red tie directs people to move things. You Zi said that this young man is surnamed Fang, and he is not only the master of ceremonies of the wedding company, but also the boss.

The master of ceremonies surnamed Fang swept his eyes up and down Cheng Han's body and nodded, "The image is not bad, then you can sing me your best song first, and I will listen to it."

The best?Tears behind bars?That's definitely not possible. On the day when people are happy, you can sing "I'm going out with my hands on the iron window" on the stage, why not!

Cheng Han stood on the stage covered with red carpets and sang "Home in the Northeast", which he had learned in the past two days, with highs and lows, dynamic rhythm, and suitable for the occasion.

He was still skeptical about himself, but after singing, he saw the emcee Fang staring at him in a daze. When he stepped off the stage, emcee Fang applauded and shook his head and sighed:

"You guys are amazing, you sing really well!" He gave Cheng Han a thumbs up, "The voice is really powerful!"

Youzi and Guan Qing on the side immediately smiled proudly, and seeing that the master of ceremonies suddenly hesitated, he frowned and said:

"It's just that you are a little too handsome, too handsome, you understand?"

Before Cheng Han could speak, he couldn't figure it out.

"Isn't it cool to be handsome?"

Master Fang waved his hands skillfully, "Think about it, if your buddy is singing on the stage, and the couple is toasting below, if the groom looks like Wu Dalang, it's fine if there is no comparison. There is also a handsome guy here to compare, how can people be happy!"

"Impossible, and it's not a girl!" Youzi curled his lips, "Why are you so narrow-minded?"

Manager Fang looked disdainful, "Are you careless? Tell the truth, when you walk on the street with him, the girls who come and go will only look at him, not you. Are you not jealous? Do you dare to say that you have never been jealous of him?"

Youzi laughed a few times in embarrassment, and Fang Siyi looked at Guan Qing again, "Do you dare to say that you have never been jealous of him?"

Guan Qing also laughed, looked at Cheng Han, then shook his head and said seriously, "I've never been jealous, it's purely liking and admiring."

A few people laughed, "[-] for a game, [-] for the wedding, you get [-], and you have to pay a deposit to sign the contract, so let's not go through that scene, you can't do it again after signing with our company." Go to another wedding company, okay buddy?"

Youzi wanted to talk again, but Cheng Han gave him a wink and happily accepted the job.

The master of ceremonies still took good care of him, and the work he took in a month was not too much, but as long as the days were good, Cheng Han would definitely make money.Guan Qing ran after him twice, and was entitled to do chores for the wedding company for free.

He likes to watch Cheng Han sing. When Cheng Han sings, he is very different, serious, serious, and manly. But he found that the people are not blind, and men are fine. Often when Cheng Han comes on stage, he will have a wedding wine next to him. The little girls also stopped eating, and each of them looked at him with adoring and yearning eyes.Forget about little girls, there are also women, old women, he only followed him twice, and both times women gave him flowers and shook hands with him.

Whenever Guan Qing's heart is sour at this time, he looks at Cheng Han on the stage singing those vulgar love songs meticulously, what a good girl, what two butterflies, like a decisive general who should be killed on the battlefield , one day he was suddenly defeated, and was forced by life to perform in a brothel. The general was serious about performing arts, but the audience below clearly knew that he was down and out. Their eyes were naked obscenities and desires, which tarnished his self in vain. Haoran righteousness.

And this sadness was magnified to the extreme in a short time.

Cheng Han was poached by a bar proprietress in the provincial capital. The conditions she offered were very attractive. All board, lodging and travel expenses were reimbursed. In addition to the monthly salary of five thousand, there was an extra bonus.

He has been a wedding singer for half a year, and every wedding is equipped with two singers. He has dealt with countless famous people in the industry, and he already knows his extraordinary talent and ability.

Singing and talking, you can live a better life than those migrant workers who work hard every day, why not?

He was invited to go to the provincial capital, and Guan Qing followed suit. He pretended that working in a big city would have a better future, but in fact he went to wash and cook for Cheng Han.

The two rented an old house with two bedrooms and one living room. One worked day shift and the other worked night shift. They didn't really spend much time together.

For the first week, Cheng Han went home on a regular basis. Although they all smelled of alcohol, he was still very sober.

But after that week, Cheng Han came home later and later, and the smell of alcohol on his body was getting worse and worse, as well as the high-end fruits and brand-name clothes he brought back from time to time.

He was very happy that day, he gave all of his first salary to Guan Qing,

"Remit two thousand to Youzi and ask him to buy something for Aunt Xin, just say it's my wish. You can figure out the rest, if there is more, add two delicious dishes for me, if there is less, you can add it yourself! "

Holding the brand-new wad of banknotes, Guan Qing saw that he was trying on a new shirt in front of the mirror. He had worn that shirt once yesterday, and he threw it into the trash can.

After Cheng Han put on his clothes, seeing Guan Qing still staring at him, he asked, "Does it fit?"

Guan Qing nodded, "It fits nicely." He knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help it, "These things you brought back..."

"Hi," Cheng Han bent over and put on his leather shoes, "The fruits are all leftovers from the bar. It's a pity to throw away the leftovers every day. We'll share them one by one and take them home. Remember to wash them several times when you eat them." , I'm afraid it won't be clean!"

Said and walked to the door, "I'm leaving, don't wait for me at night, go to bed early."

What Guan Qing actually asked was not the fruit, but the expensive clothes.He knew that Cheng Han loved beauty, and he always stole his father's leather shoes and clothes when he was in junior high school, but although he loved beauty, he was very careful with his own things and never wasted them.

These clothes could not have been bought by himself.

Guan Qing secretly had a bad guess in his heart. There was a heavy rain that night, and lightning and rumbling thunder came one after another. A man helped him down from a big Benz.

Guan Qing recognized at a glance that it was Miss Hua, the proprietress of the bar, and hurried up to meet her with an umbrella.

"Sister Hua, I'll help him up, please send him back specially."

A friendly smile appeared on Sister Hua's well-maintained face, "He drank too much, you can make some honey for him, or he will be uncomfortable tomorrow." Yushui, "Put my car here and ask him to drive it back for me when he goes to work tomorrow."

"No, you can drive back." Guan Qing struggled to support Cheng Han's arm, "It's still raining heavily, so it's not convenient for you to go back. Besides, he doesn't have a driver's license yet!"

"He hasn't got his driver's license yet?" Sister Hua was quite surprised, and touched Cheng Han's face again, her face full of pity like a big sister, "It's okay, let him drive, I think he drove well last time Very good, I will help him with the driver's license, you guys go up, you will catch a cold later."

Guan Qing was having a hard time walking, and waited until the car called by Sister Hua arrived before staggeringly helping Cheng Han to walk home.

But Cheng Han was too heavy, and his whole body was hanging on him almost collapsed. He put his arms around Cheng Han's waist with one hand, and held his arm firmly with the other. After walking two steps, Cheng Han suddenly pushed him away. Reeling against the wall, he bent down and began to retch.

"Cheng Han," Guan Qing had no choice but to take off his vest and wipe his mouth for him, patting his back to coax him, "Just hold on for a while, and you'll be home in two steps. Let's vomit when we get home."

Cheng Han pushed his hand away and didn't spit out anything. Instead, he held onto the steps of the stairs and sat down.

Guan Qing stood there for a while, saw him unconsciously leaning against the wall as if he was asleep, then carefully leaned over, wiped his knuckles on his face, and called him in a low voice:

"Cheng Han? Cheng Han? Wake up, go home and sleep again."

What answered him was Cheng Han's heavy but gentle breathing. Guan Qing put his hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong but slow.

"Why do you drink so much!" He said distressedly, squatting down and carrying the drunk Cheng Han on his back. He had just gone up to the first floor when Cheng Han on his back suddenly patted his shoulder and began to struggle to get down. After putting him down, he began to vomit, and the corridor was instantly filled with the strong smell of alcohol. Guan Qing was afraid that he would sit down again, so he could only support him half-armed and half-armed.

After throwing up, Cheng Han felt better, and he could barely raise his legs to follow him upstairs, but throughout the whole process, his head rested on Guan Qing's shoulder, and his breath was hot and humid on the side of his face.

Guan Qing felt that he was crazy, because he felt that the breath was not smelly at all, and it was so strong that he was drunk. He touched the thin waist under the shirt, and couldn't help but squeeze it twice. Han unconsciously snorted.

This made Guan Qing's legs so weak that he almost knelt down. He carried him home in a hurry, took off his clothes in the bathroom, twisted the shower while undressing, and explained to the unconscious man in a trembling voice:

"Cheng Han, I'll help you take a bath."

He saw the water flow along Cheng Han's abdominal muscles all the way into the waist of his trousers, he continued to undo his belt tremblingly, and shivered and stripped him naked.

Then he started to caress, caressing his firm and smooth chest, his fingertips rubbed against his dark red nipples intentionally and continuously, he was so excited that he knelt down on Cheng Han's waist, and then sat down, Rubbed the soft thing with his butt, stuck it up and kissed his lips.

"Cheng Han, Cheng Han, Cheng Han..." He persistently and morbidly called out his name, his lips lingered on his face, and a series of restrained kisses fell from his forehead to his ears. Cried.

"Cheng Han, I really like you, I really like you!"

After he finished speaking, the desire was suddenly withdrawn from his body, turning into a full of decadence.He hugged him tightly, buried his face in his shoulders, and tears flowed like broken threads.

The next day Cheng Han woke up very troubled, with a headache, his stomach was empty, and he had no strength when he stood up.

And Guan Qing stared at his movements anxiously, seeing him coming out of the bathroom, leaning against the door and sighing, "Oh shit, I'm so fucking drunk!" As he said that, he squinted his eyes and looked at him powerlessly, "Do that?" Would you like some soup?"

"It's ready," Guan Qing hurriedly stood up and went to the kitchen, "Chicken soup, no oil, you can drink a bowl first, and eat later."

Cheng Han sat at the dinner table and yawned, "Who sent me back last night?"

Guan Qing looked as usual, "Sister Hua, she left the car behind and asked you to drive back today." He put the soup in front of Cheng Han, and sat opposite him, "Don't you just sing? Why do you drink every day? "

Cheng Han was holding the bowl, couldn't see his expression, and said in a cold tone, "It's nothing, there is no one in the bar who doesn't drink."

Guan Qing seemed to think of something suddenly, a little eager to try, and looked at him a little flatteringly, "How about I visit you tonight? I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

Cheng Han put down the bowl, frowned and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, then replied impatiently: "Don't you see me every day! If you want to hear me sing, I will sing it for you at home."

Just because he didn't want him to go, Guan Qing lowered his head in disappointment, and heard Cheng Han chuckle again,

"Aren't you happy? I'll sing for you alone, or a cappella. It's not better than tricking them into singing casually in a bar! Stupid!"

Guan Qing was happy again. He looked at Cheng Han and nodded in satisfaction. Cheng Han looked at him amusedly and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Guan Qing said, "Tear behind bars."

"Fuck!" Cheng Han was so happy that his cigarette-lighting hands shook, "Are you forcing me to recall the past? Are you hurting me again? Look down on labor reform prisoners, don't you?" He proudly threw the lighter on the table Pat, "Stop singing!"

Guan Qing looked at him happily, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Call me after get off work, and I'll pick you up, right? You always drink too much, and it's not safe at night. Besides, you can't always bother Sister Hua."

Cheng Han frowned and thought for a moment, then reluctantly said: "Okay, then you are not tired from working during the day?"

"I'm not tired," I couldn't say when I was tired, "Our company is easy. We get off work before seven o'clock in the afternoon. I can sleep for a while, so I won't delay my rest."

Cheng Han hummed, and stroked his chin halfway, "Then you have to get a car, otherwise it would be too inconvenient to take a taxi every day."

Guan Qing felt that this was not a problem, and discussed with him enthusiastically: "Can bicycles work?"

Cheng Han: "..."