Whether the other party is Liu Shijiu or Liu Erjiu, once you see the real beer, just let him go to hell.
"Come on! Let's drink to our beautiful Zhang Yan for making it into the top 64!"
Han Chui is indeed a master at enlivening the atmosphere at banquets.
With him around, Liang Liang hardly needed to speak, which really saved him a lot of trouble this time.
The two girls substituted soft drinks for alcohol, while the four men immediately downed their drinks.
But Luo Lin actually put the bottle down after drinking only half of it, that won't do.
Liang Liang nudged him with her elbow.
"Brother Luo! The three of us are already at our wits' end, what kind of situation is it for you to put it down after only lifting it halfway? You need to give me a reason."
"The moment I picked up the bottle, I remembered the lyrics to your song, 'Chrysanthemums, ancient swords, and wine.' I mean, Brother Liang, how did you even come up with those lyrics? And how did you come up with that melody? It's amazing! I want to write songs in this style from now on!"
Liang Liang's hand trembled, and he fed the piece of roasted meat he had picked up with his chopsticks to the Earth God.
If this guy gets influenced by this song and starts to follow this style, will there still be songs like "The First Snow of 2002," "The Punishment of Impulsiveness," and "West Sea Love Song" in the future?
Oh dear! It would be a burden to know such an expert earlier, for fear of leading them astray.
That won't do; we have to bring him back and prevent him from going astray.
"Brother Luo! I had an idea last night, I want to write a song for you, and I feel like I've found a style that's perfect for you."
"Really! What style?"
Luo Lin has been hanging out with the Blue Shark band these days and has learned what to say.
"I've already thought of the lyrics, but I haven't thought of the music yet."
"Let me see it quickly."
"Boss! Give me a piece of paper and a pen."
The boss brought over a ballpoint pen and some sheets of paper.
Liang Liang immediately started writing at the dinner table, and within a few minutes he had written the lyrics to a song.
The wind seemed to be gently brushing past.
forehead full of ditch and ravine
Sorrow is a feeling of deep affection.
The furrow between his brows could not be revealed…
This is the song by Dao Lang that Liang Liang loved most in his previous life.
Of Dao Lang's countless classics, his favorite is not "The First Snow of 2002", "Lover", "The Punishment of Impulsiveness", or the world-famous "West Sea Love Song", but this song "The Lonely Shepherd 2".
The key point is that this shameless person wrote two poems titled "The Lonely Shepherd".
Actually, Luo Lin is quite cunning. He chose the easier version of "The Lonely Shepherd" to sing himself, and gave the more difficult version to his apprentice.
It's said that he worried his apprentice so much that he lost several pounds of hair, and the apprentice even begged him to lower the pitch when entering the recording studio.
But this guy firmly disagreed. According to unreliable rumors from the roadside news center, he forced his apprentice to sing the song by holding a stick.
Liang Liang was captivated by this song the moment it appeared in 2013 or 2014.
The cloud-like voice perfectly interpreted this song.
But she couldn't capture the sense of vicissitude in Dao Lang's singing.
Liang Liang really hopes that Dao Lang can sing this song once, so that she can appreciate how he portrays vicissitudes in the song.
Even if he only sings it once, that's fine.
But this unreliable guy would rather go into seclusion or disappear for two or three days than sing this version of "The Lonely Goatherd" even once.
In his previous life, he hated Liang Liang so much that he swore that if he ever met Dao Lang on the street, he would spit in his face.
Liang Liang was now glancing sideways at Luo Lin, wondering whether he should spit in his face right now.
Spitting in his face is a bad idea; now there's a better way to deal with him.
By some miracle, he was reborn and even ran into this guy in Haikou.
Haha! This time it's my turn to call the shots. I promise I won't touch any of your other songs, but this one has to be performed. You refused to sing it in the last life, didn't you? In this life, you have to sing it for me, and you can't lower the key. If you can't hit the high notes, I'll give you a beating.
I'll write songs for you, and I won't ask for a single penny. You should thank me.
I didn't like him that day, so I made him sing it twice...
Hahaha! Awesome!
This is called settling personal scores under the guise of official business.
Luo Lin carefully read through the lyrics and couldn't help but praise, "Great lyrics! Brother! Isn't there any melody at all? Just one line would be enough, to hear what it's like."
"There is only one melody."
"Sing it for us!"
Liang Liang didn't mince words; he used a bowl as a drum and chopsticks as drumsticks to strike a beat and then sang a line.
I wander here
I am exiled here
I hate this desolate wilderness the most.
The grass turned yellow and the wind was silent.
This is a lyric that Liang Liang likes from this song.
The five phrases, "grass yellow, wind silent," in particular, perfectly capture the desolation and bleakness of the desert.
"That's all?" Xiao Yu asked.
"That's all, that's all for now."
"Splash splash splash!"
There were even people clapping in the restaurant.
"Dude! You sang well!"
Liang Liang greeted the person who praised him with a fist and palm salute, just like a martial arts master.
"You flatter me!"
"Holy crap! It's so high! How am I supposed to sing like that!" Luo Lin cried out in despair.
Is that high? This isn't even the highest note in the song.
When you finally see that flock of butterflies fluttering about, you'll be spitting blood.
"You have to sing it high! No lowering the key is allowed."
At this moment, Liang Liang felt incredibly relieved.
You've finally gotten what you deserve!
Do you know how much I longed for you to sing this song in my past life?
Li Yongqi from Jiapigou longed for the sun to rise over the deep mountains.
I've suffered much more than him. At least he got to join his own team, but you just wouldn't sing, making me wait for so many years and turn so many hairs white.
What else do you have to say in this life?
Liang Liang planned to release the song this afternoon; he really wanted to see Luo Lin looking exhausted, his face flushed and his neck red.
Buy a few bottles of wine and some side dishes, and drink your wine while watching Luo Lin's worried face.
Is this the legendary wonderful life?
Drink, drink, drink!
Xiao Yu's brows were furrowed so deeply that they resembled deep ravines, and she stared at Liang Liang without blinking.
Liang Liang smiled, but something about that smile seemed off; the light emanating from her eyes was quite mesmerizing.
"What mischief are you plotting now? You're obviously up to no good."
"Go away! The men are thinking about things, women shouldn't interfere."
"Who are you talking about? Say one more word and I'll stomp on you like a turtle!" Xiao Yu immediately lost her temper.
Oh no! This woman has ruined all the good mood I'd been building up.
Wait! You're treating this old man like a turtle, stepping on him!
Good heavens! She hasn't even become my wife yet, and she's already planning to make me and that turtle sworn brothers.
"Hey Xiao Yu! Stop looking at me like that, okay? Can't we be a little taller, like a giraffe? Haven't you heard the saying: 'The taller you stand, the farther you can pee!'"
"Pfft!" Xiao Yu had just taken a sip of her drink, and without wasting a drop, she sprayed it all onto Liang Liang's face and body.
"You peed so far!"
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