A master of national style who starts from yearning

Everyone talked and laughed and returned to the mushroom house, and they had just returned to the mushroom house, and the sky was drizzling.

“This spring weather is really fickle enough.” Looking at the misty drizzle outside, He Jiong couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Then I’ll go and cook some ginger soup for everyone, the weather is cold these two days, don’t get cold.” Huang Lei said and went into the kitchen.

“This house is a treasure.” As soon as he entered the house, Mou Yanming saw that this house was unusual.

“Teacher Mou is really good at sight, this is an ancestral home.” He Jiong chuckled at Mou Yanming.

“Ancestral home? Who wants to take out such a good ancestral home for you to use for your show now? Mu Yanming looked incredulous.

“Teacher Mou, this is the house that my family left behind.” Jiang Feng smiled at Mou Yanming and explained, “Why don’t I take the teacher to take you for a better turn?” ”

“Okay, well, then let me take a good look.” Mu Yanming laughed softly.

As Jiang Feng and Mou Yanming went upstairs, there were now only He Jiong and four young people left in the living room.

The scene instantly became cold, although the show “Longing for Life” itself is a life program, and the audience is here to see your life.

However, what the audience wants to see is an interesting part of your life, and such a cold scene naturally cannot keep the audience.

But how can an experienced host like He Jiong be cold here?

“Why don’t you all sing together.” He Jiong suggested.

“This is okay, I’ll go get my guitar out.” He Jiong’s proposal is just in the arms of the Chinese dish, and after waiting for so long, there is finally something he is good at.

“Then I’ll go and take out the jukebox and stereo.” Sister Zifeng also stood up to help.

The obedient image of Cai Wu Kun in the past few days is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so everyone is not so repulsive about Cai Wu Kun to sing now.

And for singing, everyone is still quite positive. Whether you sing well or not, who doesn’t like the feeling of singing?

Soon, the stereo and guitar and the jukebox were ready.

Cai Wuquan first hugged the others and began to sing “No Accident”.

“The night has slowly fallen, the moon is hiding, trying to find stars instead…”

This song is a composition that Cai Wuquan spent a lot of money on, so now that he has the opportunity to show himself, he will not give up just like that.

“Aaaaaa

“The kunai is really talented, I was amazed.”

“Be reasonable, it’s still okay to sing.”

“This song by Cai Wuquan has refreshed his opinion a little.”

……

Cai Wuquan originally debuted on a talent show, so even if it is not so amazing in singing, it is at least better than ordinary people singing.

“Is this singing?” Huang Li, who came out of the kitchen with ginger soup, is also itchy now, and he is already eager to get a throat.

“It’s so hot…” Sister Zifeng took a sip of ginger soup and stuck out her tongue when she was hot.

Everyone drank ginger soup while watching the dish finish singing the song.

I have to say that this turnaround of Cai Wuquan is indeed beautiful, and with the obedient image of these two days and the performance of this song, he directly successfully “whitewashed”

After Cai finished singing, Huang Lei quickly got up and took the guitar, he can’t wait to perform now.

While playing the guitar, Huang Lei sang “Years Like Water”, which is a song that Huang Lei sang when he was young.

Although they have not heard this song Xiaoju, it is also very rare to be able to listen to Huang Lei sing the songs of his youth again.

Huang Lei sang to the emotional place, and did not forget to stand up, holding the microphone in his hand, and walked around the room.

And He Jiong pulled the stereo and followed Huang Lei, and swayed with Huang Lei.

“Teacher Huang, the way you look like this is very much like a busker.” Jiang Feng, who happened to come down from upstairs, looked at this situation and complained directly.

“Hahahahaha!” Everyone present was still able to listen to Huang Li singing quietly, but now they were bursting into laughter.

After all, once you accept the wonderful image of busking, it seems that there is really some magic.

But there is one thing to say, Huang Lei is holding up a beer belly, and he is also wearing sunglasses and singing, and he really has a bit of the smell of blind people singing on the flyover.

“Hahahaha, then I should go to the kitchen to get a pot out, and then go to collect the money.” He Jiong is also joking mercilessly now.

“Hahahahaha!”

“Jiang Feng really dares to say ah, hahahaha.”

“Busking? Hahahaha, once you accept this strange setting, you can’t look directly at Teacher Huang. ”

“I’m really laughing, Jiang Feng is simply a joker.”

“I think Jiang Feng can try to say crosstalk, hahahahaha.”

“Don’t sing, don’t sing, strike.” Huang Lei was said to be a busker, but he also played a little temper and put the microphone on the table with a smile.

“Brother Jiang Feng, hurry up and sing.” Sister Zifeng quickly grabbed the microphone on the table into her hand and handed it to Jiang Feng’s hand.

“Just sing it, I’ll watch you sing.” Jiang Feng smiled and waved his hand, he didn’t have much interest in singing, although he had a whole library of songs in his head.

“Sing, you must sing to me!” Huang Lei was now also completely angry with a child, and said directly to Jiang Feng.

After all, it is shameful enough to be said to be a busker, so he must now watch Jiang Feng sing to regain a little face.

You stinky boy, don’t let me find any chance to spit on you.

“Jiang Feng, you can show everyone one.” He Jiong also urged with a smile.

“Come on, come on.” Sister Zifeng and Reba also urged very enthusiastically.

“Okay then, then I’ll show you my original song.” Can’t stand everyone being so enthusiastic, Jiang Feng can only nod and agree now.

“Original tracks? That’s great. “Sister Zifeng, as Jiang Feng’s first fan sister, is naturally ready to listen now.

“Vegetable Bulbophyll.” Jiang Feng stood up and suddenly looked at the Cai Wu Kun on the side.

“Huh?” Cai Wuquan was suddenly shouted, and he was also a little caught off guard.

“Don’t you know how to guitar? Give me a piece of accompaniment. “_

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