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Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" was sung by Xing Baohua with her breath deliberately suppressed, resulting in a somewhat hoarse voice that couldn't reach the high notes, and she coughed a few times.
Fortunately, I managed to sing the whole song.
Zou Wenjuan became interested and asked Xing Baohua to sing it several more times so she could read the sheet music.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "What a talent! This will save Uncle Li a lot of trouble."
When Zhang Taoming came to deliver the tape recorder, he saw the two of them making music together, said a few words, put down the things, and left.
The two sang and wrote on and off, and by noon they still hadn't finished. The main problem was that Xing Baohua's pitch was off; he sang in different tunes each time, which made Zou Wenjuan so angry she wanted to bite him with her little tiger teeth.
We went to eat first. Luckily, it was in the city center, so there were plenty of places to eat. We saw a ramen restaurant and went straight in.
After the noodles arrived, Xing Baohua exclaimed, "Things from this era are so much better! This is what real beef noodles should be like! Such large chunks of beef—where have you ever seen noodles like this in later generations? You'd have to add twenty or thirty yuan worth of beef to get it."
"How come you can sing English songs? What did you study? What's your educational background?" Zou Wenjuan's impression of him was still that he was some kind of director at the machinery factory.
But now it seems like they know quite a lot, which makes me curious.
Xing Baohua had noodles in his mouth and couldn't speak easily, so he made an "eight" gesture with his fingers, trying to tell the other person that he had passed the English Level 8 exam.
Zou Wenjuan was even more surprised and hurriedly blurted out, "You mean you're an eighth-grade worker?"
Cough, cough. Xing Baohua really choked, and noodles sprayed out of his nose, making him look quite comical. He quickly looked for something to wipe it off, but couldn't find anything. He had no choice but to run outside and blow his nose.
This tastes sour and refreshing, especially with the chili oil.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "Isn't this nonsense? If you can just stretch out eight fingers, you're an eighth-grade worker. Why not say eight million?"
"I said, I have a Level 8 English certificate, how did I get involved with a Level 8 worker?" Xing Baohua said with dissatisfaction, and kept wanting to sneeze, having to cover his mouth with his hand each time.
It's so painful.
"I thought you became the director of the machine factory because you were a level eight worker. What's your educational background? Your English is so good, you're at the level eight."
"A homebody college student, working from home." Xing Baohua regretted saying that as soon as he did. He didn't want to end up like that woman in the provincial capital. Such a pretty girl coming to his house in the middle of the night—he really couldn't resist!
"Oh, no wonder." Zou Wenjuan nodded as if she understood.
"What?"
"Nothing much? Eat quickly, are you full? We need to finish the song, then I have to go home," Zou Wenjuan said.
"OK."
After tidying up the sheet music in the afternoon, Zou Wenjuan could sing it too. Singing while playing the guitar always lacks a certain grandeur.
After thinking it through, Xing Baohua said, "Try metal chords."
This question left Zou Wenjuan completely bewildered. She probably didn't know what metal chords were either.
Bands hadn't become popular yet, and those fancy guitar playing techniques hadn't spread.
Xing Baohua observed that Zou Wenjuan only played simple chords and strumming. Even solos were useless.
Looks like we still need metal and timpani! Especially the drum sound in the intro, without the drum beats accompanying it, it just doesn't feel right.
Tell Zou Wenjuan to stop, pack up and go home, and find an opportunity to record the conversation.
Xing Baohua took Zou Wenjuan to Shangguzhuang to get a sound system.
Arrange for someone to accompany them and deliver it.
There were tricycles in the village, so we borrowed one, installed a sound system on it, and had someone ride in front while Xing Baohua rode the tricycle and pedaled the back.
Actually, it would be best to find a rope to drag him along, because Xing Baohua was afraid that if he rode too fast, the cars behind him wouldn't be able to brake in time.
That's fine, riding a tricycle is less strenuous, but Xing Baohua's legs are sore from exhaustion.
When they arrived at the Zou family home, Zou's father opened the door and beamed with joy as he saw the large and small items being delivered.
Standing at the door, he exclaimed loudly, "Oh my, what's this gift?! Oh, a tape recorder! What brand is it?"
The voice sounded as if it was as if it was afraid others wouldn't hear it.
Of course, people in the neighborhood saw her delivering the gift. I heard the day before yesterday that the Zou family's daughter went on a blind date, and it seems they've gotten together, which is why she sent the gift. Of course, Xing Baohua is unaware of this beautiful misunderstanding.
As soon as they entered the house, Zou's father asked Zou's mother to pour water, and also offered her apples and cigarettes.
Xing Baohua said he would drink water and smoke later, and that he would finish installing the sound system first.
Mr. Zou also estimated the value of these items. Seeing that the tape recorder's packaging box was entirely in Japanese, he sighed inwardly, realizing that imported goods weren't cheap. "Look at that director," he thought, "when he does spend money, it's nothing! How much did this cost!"
Look at that box of cassette tapes, fifty or sixty of them! Sell them all at once, I don't even spoil my daughter this much.
Don't spoil your daughter too much.
The speaker's instruction manual... wait, it's all in English! Is this some kind of American product?
Goodness, these are all things my daughter likes! How much did this cost?!
Mr. Zou felt heartbroken seeing this. He thought, "If I either give this girl away, or marry her off, it would be a disservice to all these things."
Actually, what Zou's father really wanted to say was that his father-in-law wanted to get a bigger TV.
After installing the speakers, Xing Baohua told Zou Wenjuan not to turn the volume up too high, as the room was small and a loud volume would disturb other people.
I taught her how to use it step by step.
After that, Xing Baohua was about to leave, and Zou Wenjuan saw him off. Actually, she had something to tell him, but she had almost forgotten about it.
After the two went out, Zou's father also wanted to try these things. He saw a disco cassette tape and put it into the latest tape recorder.
I turned on the power and accidentally turned the subwoofer knob up too high. As soon as the music started, there was a loud clanging sound; the glass shook, and the ground felt like it was vibrating.
Just as Zou Wenjuan was about to speak outside, she heard the sound of the building shaking.
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