Strictly speaking, this song was written by the singer Xu Wei in his previous life for his wife, to thank her for her consistent support.
This secret is probably known to no one except Liang Liang in this lifetime.
Even if Liang Liang didn't say it, no one could guess what it was all about.
You stand beneath the setting sun, your face radiant.
That's your dress fluttering.
That's because you are as gentle as water.
The following is a half-minute-long epilogue, until the last note disappears.
The entire performance hall was silent for about ten seconds, and then applause began to erupt.
First it was like a light drizzle, then it was like a torrential downpour.
"Great song!" someone praised.
"It's truly a great song, deeply moving, profound, and meaningful," someone echoed.
"I don't think I've ever heard a song with such a simple melody that strikes right at the heart of my wounds."
That assessment is a bit of an exaggeration.
In the 1980s and 90s, the Chinese music scene had many songs with profound meaning and depth.
"This band's average age isn't that high, so how can they sing songs full of vicissitudes?"
The listeners were all talking at once.
"This band's technical level is quite high!" The members of the Putong100 band focused their attention on the musicians' instrumental skills.
"The accompaniment to this song is a bit simple, so you can't really tell much about it. You can only say that it's a fairly experienced band."
"It's precisely because it's simple that you can see the musicians' basic skills. This band has no weak points in guitar, keyboard, drums, or bass. Can you hear the lead singer playing bass? He has a deep foundation!"
The bassist of the band Putong100 paid close attention to Liang Liang's bass playing techniques and discovered some methods that he had never encountered before.
"I just thought the drummer was really pretty, and he played the drums really well," said the drummer of the Putong100 band.
It's true that you only watch what others are doing.
While the band focuses on playing techniques, the singers backstage pay attention to the lead singer's voice.
"Wide vocal range, clear and penetrating enunciation," said Da Huajiao, offering her opinion.
"Brother Huo! That lead singer looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. Are you sure he sang this song?" one singer asked, very doubtful.
"It wasn't him singing, it was you!"
The singer who raised the question shook his head: "Although I am much older than that lead singer, I know that I cannot sing with that feeling."
"That just means they have a story to tell!" someone offered a novel perspective, but their words were immediately refuted.
"What stories do seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys have?"
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe they're precocious!"
Well! In the blink of an eye, Liang Liang has matured early.
"Precocious? Have you been in a relationship yet?"
The singers burst into laughter.
"Brother Min, you really have a keen eye! How did you discover them?"
In the seat closest to the stage, Mr. Wei from Xianggang was flattering Chen Min.
Chen Min looked smug: "I ran into him at the gate when I went out last night. We chatted for a bit, and he said he was in a band, so I took note of him."
"What a coincidence! I'll give you a tip!" Boss Wei shouted.
The waiter immediately came over, carrying the plate with a scurrying gait.
Mr. Wei took out a few red-denomination Hong Kong dollars and placed them on the waiter's tray.
"Mr. Wei from Xianggang has tipped us 500 Hong Kong dollars!" the waiter announced loudly.
In southern-style karaoke bars, when a big spender tips a waiter, the waiter will shout it out loud.
If the surname is known, use "Boss So-and-so"; if the surname is unknown, use "Boss of XX Table" instead.
This has become a common practice.
"And mine too." Mr. Liang, the owner of Xianggang, also took out a few red Hong Kong dollars and placed them on the tray.
"Boss Liang from Xianggang also tipped 500 Hong Kong dollars."
The two shop owners in the village gave the tips because of Chen Mindu's influence.
If they could get a hundred yuan in tips just for the band's performance, that would be pretty good.
Hong Kong people are actually quite stingy.
Once someone takes the lead, others will follow suit. A rugged-looking middle-aged man took out a stack of bills, slammed them on the table, and put a few on the waiter's plate.
"The next requirement is that you can still move me, then all these bills will be yours."
The waiter's voice was distorted: "The owner of table number eight also wants to tip five hundred yuan!"
"This lady at table number eleven has tipped us three hundred yuan!"
"Table 18, tip 100 yuan!"
"A tip of 50 yuan for table number 26!"
Fifty yuan should be the smallest amount for a tip; Liang Liang didn't hear of any tip smaller than fifty yuan.
The song has received over two thousand yuan in tips and donations.
Liang Liang remained calm; they had seen far more tips than this before, so what was so strange about it?
When the Haiyun Dance Hall first reopened, that rich guy who had his eye on Ming Hongling tipped him over ten thousand yuan.
"Young man! Bring out a few more of your best songs. If you sing them well, the generous guests here won't treat you unfairly," Chen Min shouted to Liang Liang on the stage.
This shout startled both bosses, Liang and Wei.
They're calling each other brothers now!
Being called "brother" by Chen Min is no small matter, because Chen Min and the lead singer of this band are worlds apart in age.
It seems I won't be able to afford the next 500 yuan tip.
Liang Liang glanced at the stack of bills on table number eight, all of them hundred-yuan notes, estimated to be around seven or eight thousand.
If they could get all this money, they could each get three or four thousand.
Although it wasn't a lot, the band wouldn't have to pay for the trip out of their own pockets.
The second song was "Blue Lotus," which Liang Liang sang on the street a little over an hour earlier.
Liang Liang estimated that this song should be able to get Table 8 to tip, provided that the other party really wants to tip. If the other party doesn't have a sincere intention to tip, even if you sing it and make them cry like they're wetting themselves... I misspoke, I meant they're crying like rain.
If the other party doesn't intend to tip the whole amount, even if you sing until they're in tears, they'll find some psychological excuse to take the money back.
Liang Liang's prediction was reliable. After Lan Lianhua finished singing, although Table 8 didn't give out all the money as tips, they gave out at least half.
However, the boss made another request: if Liang Liang could sing another song like this, he would give away all the remaining money as a reward.
However, this time some people raised different opinions.
A female boss dressed in jewels slapped out a wad of cash: "I want to hear something uplifting, something that gets my spirits pumping! Consider this payment for the song request."
The burly man at table number eight was displeased: "Lü Yueli! You want to listen to songs about burning passion? Are you going to go find a gigolo after your passion burns out?"
Holy crap! Saying something like that in this kind of situation is really going too far.
Judging from what they said, they definitely know each other, but their relationship is... well, let's just say it's not very close.
"Whether I date a gigolo or not is none of your business, I'm not dating you!"
"Hehe! Aren't you afraid of getting burned to death?"
"I'd rather be burned alive! I'll make you furious! Hey handsome, don't you have any catchy songs? Get one for me!"
"Give me back my sister! The singer should get this old lady a really energetic song, enough to choke her!"
While the older couple was engaged in a heated debate, two middle-aged men in the back row of the theater were whispering to each other.
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