"Liang Liang said that we should eat less cold food here, or we would have to go down the mountain if we got sick."
"I won't eat it after I go down the mountain. If he dares to give me one less, I'll tell Xiao Liang everything about him, you sly fox!"
Wang Fan was annoyed: Who's talking nonsense? I'm a man, a man full of vigor, I have needs too, okay?
You're like a block of ice all day long; you wouldn't melt even if you were thrown into the stove pit.
Since joining the Blue Shark band, he and Guo'er haven't had many affairs, only once every month or so, which unexpectedly became Xiao Yu's leverage.
Actually, it wouldn't be a big deal if Xiao Yu told Liang Liang about this.
Although Liang Liang did not support Xi Guo'er, he did not explicitly oppose her either, only saying that she should not go too far.
If he insists on a firm no if it's a mutual agreement, wouldn't that make him hated?
Liang Liang wasn't too opposed to playing with fruit, but he was firmly against using marijuana.
When the band was formed, he established a rule that anyone who got infected with that substance would automatically leave the band.
As Xiao Yu threatened Wang Fan, Liang Liang's song "Shambhala Bar" was coming to an end.
The three verses were sung twice, taking nearly five minutes.
As the last guitar note faded into the air of the Shambhala bar, a thunderous applause followed.
The calls for another song kept coming.
Liang Liang placed the guitar flat on the chair he was sitting on and went to the bar.
"Boss! I've done my part in singing for your bar, so can you lend us your guitar now? If you're worried we won't return it, we can leave a deposit!"
"You sang well, and it highlighted our Shambhala Bar. But I just said I was going to sing two songs, and now you've finished the songs related to our bar! But you haven't sung any songs related to Lhasa yet! And another thing! Didn't you say you were a band? Where are the other members of your band?"
"Also in your bar."
"Have your band members come up and sing this song about Lhasa. If I'm satisfied, I'll lend you my instruments."
"Boss! I can tell from your tone that you're trying to cheat us. If we finish singing and you're not satisfied, then we've sung for nothing!"
"There's nothing I can do about it. I'm the owner here. How about you take a gamble?"
This old woman is something else; she's a real scoundrel.
Liang Liang thought for a moment, "It's just singing a song, I'll just treat it as practice."
"Whatever! Even if you don't lend us your guitar, we'll just treat it as practicing in the best bar in the country. Even if I'm on stage with the band, where are all your equipment?"
The female boss turned around and looked at her man.
This time, her man walked out of the bar without hesitation and went out through the back door. A little while later, he and a waiter carried out a drum set.
Then the male boss was going to install that drum set.
"Wangcai! Why are you bringing this thing out again?" a customer in the bar asked.
Holy crap! The male boss's name is Wangcai?! This must be his wife's doing.
Liang Liang really wanted to chuckle a few times.
The male boss was installing the drums, and the other guy brought over the keyboard and a zither. Finally, he brought over a zither.
"Where's Bass?" Liang Liang asked.
The male boss pointed at the Zhamu Nie sword.
Using this thing as a bass? Are you kidding me!
Although it wasn't the first time Liang Liang had seen this thing, it was the first time he had ever handled it.
He picked up the Zha Nianqin and looked at it from left to right, up to down, and realized that every part of it was extraordinary.
This thing also has six strings, but unlike a guitar, it has two strings per group, so the six strings are divided into three groups.
The length is similar to a normal bass, about 1.2 meters, and it has no frets.
Liang Liang spent a few minutes testing the sound, as if she were fluffing cotton.
The range of the Zha Nianqin is somewhat similar to that of the Guzheng, but it lacks the duration of the Guzheng's notes, giving it a slightly stiff feel.
It's lower than a guitar but higher than a bass, neither quite high nor low, yet it has a unique charm.
At first, Liang Liang felt awkward fiddling with it, but the more she fiddled with it, the more familiar she became, and soon she was quite comfortable with it.
The other members of the Blue Shark band were also summoned by Liang Liang to the stage to adjust the equipment.
By the time Liang Liang had practiced the Zha Nianqin to a near-perfect level, they had also finished adjusting their respective instruments.
The song they were going to sing was, of course, "Back to Lhasa".
This song has only been performed a few times by the Blue Shark band in mainland China, and not many people have heard of it. In Lhasa, even fewer people have heard of it.
Using the Zha Nianqin as a bass is indeed a bit unusual. Not only Liang Liang is not used to it, but Xiao Yu and Wang Fan also feel awkward. The music they put together doesn't sound very smooth.
Because there was no backup singer, the female backup singer's part was omitted.
Even so, when Liang Liang sang "Back to Lhasa, Back to Potala" in one breath, everyone in the entire Shambhala Bar was stunned.
Even the female boss was stunned this time.
She has listened to many pop songs, but this song is the best she has ever heard.
Both the lyrics and the melody are so touching.
How can there be such a beautiful song?
The Shambhala Bar was as quiet as an empty street in a northern city on a cold winter night, without a sound.
Everyone was listening intently, and nearly half of them even closed their eyes, afraid of missing a single lyric or note.
Only the band's accompaniment and Liang Liang's singing echoed in the bar.
It took more than ten seconds after the song ended for people to come to their senses before they began to applaud enthusiastically.
While clapping, people raised their glasses and drank heartily. In an instant, glasses flew around the bar, and most people drank their drinks in one gulp.
Then the bar's waiters got busy, with everyone ordering drinks.
Besides applause and cheers, and shouts of people wanting drinks, some people started giving tips.
The way people tip at the Shambhala bar is very down-to-earth; they just throw the food onto the stage.
A shower of banknotes fell on the stage like snow, quickly covering the surface with a layer of colorful bills.
Although there weren't many large denominations, there were quite a few ten-yuan notes.
The initial estimate is around 1,800.
Seeing that both the male and female bosses were staring blankly, Liang Liang waved to the female boss and then pointed to the bills on the ground.
The female boss was puzzled by the money scattered on the ground. It had been a long time since something like this had happened at the bar, and for a moment she had forgotten how to handle the money.
At this moment, her husband stepped forward, quickly picking up the tickets from the ground and placing the money on the side of the stage.
"Boss! We've finished singing, can we talk about borrowing the guitar now?"
"Hey bro! Come sit at the bar, I'll buy you a drink."
Comrade Wangcai invited Liang Liang for drinks, which was completely unexpected for Liang Liang.
"We'll treat your band tonight."
After Wangcai finished speaking, he pulled Liang Liang behind the bar.
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