"That's all. Don't hit anyone. Hitting people is against the law!"

Zhang Xuliang suddenly felt a little scared. This kid was not a good person. He beat Zhu Yongcheng badly.

"You treat Tang Xiaofu as her sister, but does she treat you as her brother? Who do you think you are to pluck feathers from a chicken or meddle in other people's business? Do I need your consent for me to fall in love with her and get married? Get lost!" Lin Zhengjun said in a cold tone and walked away in a huff.

"Rude, too rude! This is simply outrageous!" Zhang Xuliang was stunned for a long time without reacting. Suddenly, he became so angry that his face turned red and his eyes were vicious.

After a while, everyone finished their break, returned to the activity room, and took their seats.

Then, they started singing back and forth, all of which were common songs of that era.

Lin Zhengjun listened patiently, as if he had a God's perspective, looking at the few people and recalling their life experiences.

Except for Zhang Xuliang, everyone else is an unknown character.

It seems that Ge Lan was laid off later and became a fallen woman for a while. When Lin Zhengjun accompanied his business partners to the club, a friend also asked her out. Later, she became a famous mama-san in Haidian District...

After Tang Xiaofu finished singing that song, she didn't want to sing anymore. In the end, Zhang Xuliang's team was far ahead.

More than an hour passed, and Zhu Lin probably felt that everyone's singing was just average, so she covered her mouth with her hands and yawned.

"ah……"

Lin Zhengjun felt very bored. He shook his head and yawned loudly.

Everyone glared angrily.

I thought he would be stunned by everyone's piano skills and singing and feel ashamed of himself, but I didn't expect him to yawn.

"Oh, we keep losing. Zhengjun, you are a family member of our team. How about you come and sing a song as a foreign aid?" Li Changhe sneered.

Damn, you guys don’t pay me for singing, why should I do that? Lin Zhengjun waved his hands and said with a smile: “You guys sing your own songs, I’m tone-deaf, I can’t sing!”

Everyone curled their lips, looking disdainful.

"Then why are you shaking your head?"

Zhang Xuliang saw the ironic smile on Lin Zhengjun's face and couldn't help but get furious. He sneered and asked, "Do you think we didn't sing well?"

His words were like the clarion call for a general attack, and everyone started to speak in a sarcastic manner.

"Comrade Lin Zhengjun, Tang Xiaofu loves literature and art. The fact that she likes you means that you must be outstanding in literature and art!"

"How come you can't play the piano or sing? You must be planning something big, hahaha!"

"Even if you can't play the piano or sing, you can always write poetry!"

"Come on, show us your skills and let us see the level of the young members of the Hewan Brigade!"

"Zhengjun, you keep shaking your head. You must think we don't sing well. So why don't you open our eyes?"

Everyone started to make a fuss, as if they were putting Lin Zhengjun on the fire.

"Zhengjun, ignore them!"

Tang Xiaofu also looked at Lin Zhengjun worriedly.

On the train, Lin Zhengjun sang "Toast Song" and the tune was so good that it sounded like Javanese. He was really bad at singing. He had just learned to play the piano and was not very proficient.

But Lin Zhengjun picked up the guitar from the table and held it in his arms.

In everyone's suspicious and shocked eyes.

Lin Zhengjun smiled calmly and said, "Since everyone wants me to play the piano, sing and write poetry, then I will show off my skills and give you an original song called "Xiaochou"!"

"Xiaochou? It sounds so strange. Have you heard of it?" Ding Yuxiu asked curiously.

"I haven't heard of it. He said it was original. Maybe it's just a folk song that can't be performed on stage. What's the point of pinching your hips?" Zhang Xuliang said contemptuously.

“Puff, puff, puff!”

"Ha ha ha! I'll pinch your hips. Is the folk song so wild?"

Everyone laughed like pigs.

In their eyes, Lin Zhengjun is just a clown who was forced to take on a task!

Next, he would fall from the beam, getting knocked unconscious and covered in dirt.

This is also the scene that everyone wants to see most after trying so hard all night.

Li Changhe said disdainfully: "Dog meat is really not worthy of being served at a banquet. How dare you bring out such a song and embarrass yourself!"

Ignoring everyone's mocking looks, Lin Zhengjun began to pluck the guitar strings, and a fresh and indifferent singing voice came out.

"When you walk into this happy place, carry all your dreams and thoughts with you."

"Different colors of makeup on different faces, no one remembers what you look like..."

When these lines were sung, everyone's faces suddenly froze, the sneers suddenly disappeared, and everyone's face showed different levels of concentration and seriousness.

Lin Zhengjun's voice is full of magnetism, warm and pleasant, and his breath is steady and smooth.

The description of the lyrics made Zhu Lin's face change slightly. She pricked up her ears and listened carefully to Lin Zhengjun's singing.

Infected by the music, she recalled the time when she was sent to the countryside to work, when she carried a guitar and applied for many cultural and art troupes with her dreams.

At that time, she was full of fighting spirit and yearning for a better future.

She communicated with all kinds of examiners and leaders, but at that time she did not stand out compared with those literary and artistic young people from all over the country, and she sat in the corner like a transparent person.

"After three rounds of drinking, you are in the corner, stubbornly singing a bitter song, listening to it being drowned out by the noise."

"You pick up the glass and say to yourself..."

Everyone was stunned, with expressions of shock written all over their faces.

This, this, how can there be such a beautiful song in this world, and it happened to be sung by this country bumpkin!

This song has a strong sense of imagery, almost like a poem, depicting the protagonist's loneliness, out of place, and singing alone in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

The sorrow buried deep in Zhu Lin's heart was quickly aroused, just like cup after cup of strong liquor, which burned her heart and choked her throat. It made her eyes tear up and she almost burst into tears.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Lin Zhengjun played and sang, and the most shocking chorus part arrived as promised.

"One cup to the morning sun, one cup to the moonlight. It awakens my yearning and softens my cold window."

"So I can fly against the wind without looking back, without fear of rain in my heart or frost in my eyes..."

Lin Zhengjun's voice is full of magnetism, like a puff of granular cigarette, or like a glass of mellow old wine, with a charm that makes people slightly intoxicated.

“Fuck…”

Everyone's eyes almost popped out.

This is not a lyric, it is clearly a wonderful poem!

There is no problem publishing it in Poetry Magazine or Xingxing!

Tang Xiaofu also looked at Lin Zhengjun infatuatedly.

Lin Zhengjun sat on a chair, one foot on the crossbar, propped up the guitar with his knees, and his slender white fingers danced on the strings as nimbly as an elf.

He raised his head slightly, like a poet, talking to the morning sun and communicating with the moonlight. He had a romantic and unrestrained temperament that was pleasing to the eye and was simply intoxicating!

My man is so handsome! I love him so much!

She screamed in her heart!

Then, she glanced at the women present and found that Ding Yuxiu, Li Ping and even Zhu Lin were all staring at Lin Zhengjun with wide eyes and infatuation.

In fact, she understood it. Lin Zhengjun was very handsome, even though she almost fell in love with him at first sight.

Everyone used to dislike Lin Zhengjun, but his status as a member of the society overshadowed his brilliance. But now, the song "Xiaochou" has made him shine brightly.