Reborn during the early days of China’s reform and opening, the narrator finds himself in the 1980s countryside. In this setting, the past is still a cold reference, yet it is also a fresh start. N...
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Where there is love, there is hate
more or less
Want to grow old together
Saying goodbye is too sloppy
Watch you walk away without looking back
My heart is burning
Every second... without you
No matter how bright the sun is
I can't forget you
Don't go to the ends of the earth
Just be by my side
If the promise is unreliable
What makes us hug
I can't forget you
Don't go to the ends of the earth
Just be by my side
If love is a quagmire of pain
Let's escape together...
When the song ended, there was a wave of applause, and the girls' hands turned red from clapping.
"It's really nice. This is the first time I've heard such a song."
"He sings well too. Feng'er's son-in-law can become a singer."
"Oh, Feng'er, you can't let him become a singer. If you let him out, you won't be able to catch him back."
Luan Feng was so happy with so many people praising Wan Feng that she probably even forgot her own last name.
"Sing one more song, do you want to sing one more song?" Qiuyu started to make trouble again.
"Yes, yes."
The first song was a bit low-pitched, and Wan Feng felt that the depression in his chest seemed to have not been released, so he sang a song with a higher pitch for the second song, Zhang Wei's "The Most Beautiful Paradise".
The sun climbed up my shoulders
Life is flying
The grassland grazes us
My heart is wandering
Stars fall on me
The wind blows far away
Thoughts flying in the sky
Tears sparkling
I can't walk away from your eyes
And the enthusiasm you give
I can't escape your broadness
And the paradise you gave me
I can't escape your gaze even if I run
It's a dream place
I can't go back to your side
You are my heaven
I can't escape your gaze even if I run
I can't go back to your side
You are my heaven
When singing the chorus, Wan Feng raised his hands and looked at Luan Feng affectionately: "Even if I walk away, I can't escape your eyes and the enthusiasm you give me. Even if I escape, I can't escape your broadness and the paradise you give me. Even if I run away, I can't escape your gaze, the place in my dreams, I can't leave you by my side. You are my paradise. Even if I run away, I can't escape your gaze, I can't leave you by my side. You are my paradise..."
This was not originally a love song, but Wan Feng changed a few words of the lyrics and sang it to Luan Feng as if it were a love song.
Didn't Luan Feng ask for a formal relationship in a tactful way last night? Now Wan Feng, under the influence of alcohol, made a tactful confession in front of a group of young men and women in Wa.
After the song was finished, Luan Feng was already in tears.
Not only was she in tears, but the other girls who were still single also had tears in their eyes.
"Look how romantic Feng'er's son-in-law is. Feng'er was moved to tears. Alas! When can I find such a partner?" Someone sighed.
"Then go and snatch it from Feng'er. It's yours if you snatch it away."
The originally sentimental scene was completely ruined by this joke, and the girls who were moved by the song burst into laughter with tears in their eyes.
"Sing another one, sing another one." Qiuyu started to cheer again.
Wan Feng shook his head: "I won't sing anymore. My voice will become hoarse if I continue."
He already felt his throat was dry. His throat was already dry after drinking. He sang two more songs, one of which was a very difficult high-pitched song. It would be strange if his throat didn't feel dry.
"No, not just one confession, confess at least two to our Feng'er."
"Yes, yes, you must confess two poems. No, no, no, you must confess three poems."
Three women make a play. All the women in Wahou are gathered here. When they sing more than ten plays, the roof of the house is almost blown off.
Wan Feng, who was already not very clear-headed, was even more confused by the noise.
He turned on the tape recorder and found the song "Rasputin"
"I won't sing any more songs. Anyway, today is August 15th, so let's open our eyes."
After saying that, Wan Feng did not explain. He walked to the center of the room and danced the ghost step dance to the beat of the music.
In his previous life, there were young people in the town where Wan Feng's family lived who were dancing this dance. Wan Feng would join in the fun when he had nothing to do, and soon learned it.
In fact, he is a very smart person. He can basically understand many things after reading them a few times. Otherwise, he would not be able to tinker with everything.
An old man in his seventies has danced the ghost step and made it onto the Hollywood Walk of Fame, so what's wrong with him dancing the ghost step in a small town?
After learning the ghost step dance, he seemed to be addicted to it. He danced and practiced it every day. Combined with his disco and break dance skills when he was young, within a month he became the best dancer in the town. Many young people who slid stepped to the side were impressed by his skill.
Back then, he could perform many incredible moves. Now, at the age of thirteen, his body was even more flexible. Although his legs were a little shaky due to the alcohol, his dazzling dance still stunned everyone in the room.
Luan Feng's legs were so weak that she couldn't even stand. This was the first time Wan Feng performed acrobatics in front of her, and she was so engrossed in watching that she forgot to blink.
I just felt the blood in my body flowing and burning at high speed like a torrent, and my head seemed to have turned into a raging fire and burned into a blank.
She wanted to shout and scream, and even more wanted to rush up and knock someone down. There was actually such a dance in the world. Was this the way to kill people?
The rest of the people in the room were almost dumbfounded, watching Wan Feng's messy dance steps like wooden statues.
When the song ended, Wan Feng, who was sweating all over, finally became much clearer and no longer dizzy. He finally understood what he had done.
In the 1980s, when discos had not yet appeared, he actually invented the ghost step dance. This was so advanced that it was a bit nonsensical.
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