Chapter 651 (1/2)

”Poop Someone fell into the river again; The more people laugh, the more they laugh.

Yin Yijie rowed the boat secretly and pursed his lips. Look at me.

I, it's all doggerel. The rules are very simple. That's true.

Tan Tianjian said with a clear smile: ”Karen, I want to propose to you. It's a pity that I can't sing to each other. What shall we do? ”

I pulled Liao Liang over and said, ”you let them give up, I'll teach you.”

There was a light voice over there. And guitar accompaniment:

”Sesame blossoms longer and longer, sweet scented osmanthus blooms ten miles, and flowers on the other side do not bloom. Bauhinia blossoms and embraces its branches. ”

The crowd was quiet. Only the river, accompanied by guitar, singing low alcohol like the landscape here. It has masculine personality and clear moistening.

The man didn't come out. But I know. It's brother 12. He sings folk songs with the feeling of singing Yuefu Poems.

I hope the Chengqi hotel will be built. There are many people who recommend it according to our taste and style, among them, Chinese classical music.

I've probably heard some of them. No other impression, I feel that the temperament of brother 12 is very similar.

After he finished singing, the scene suddenly quieted down. No one spoke, no one answered.

Yin Yijie looked at me all the time.

I don't know what he means when the night is dark and the light doesn't shine; But everyone is playing, and he can't play any more.

I don't play, but I also know that playing requires atmosphere, so I usually don't disturb people, unless those people in my family, no matter how I can continue to play, I will join them, especially Liao Liang.

After twelve brothers finished singing, Liao Liang took me and asked me to change her words to overwhelm her.

There is a strange boy over there suddenly sings: ”one oil tube weighs 17 Jin, and two oil tubes carry one jin. If you can guess correctly, I will give you sesame oil.”

Here someone came to sing very loud and familiar, often singing: ”you son of a bitch, you are so good, take an empty tube for me to guess; I'll take you home to load the wine. When do you want to drink

Folk songs are not good enough to sing as they are. If they lose their original intention, they become acting, which is the case in many places.

Liao Liang and I said: ”you ask him: the jacket needs eight inches of cloth, but also eight inches to make pants, the village woman does not know how many, ask you a foot is not enough.”

Liao Liang stood up and sang without hesitation. After singing, he asked me, ”I don't know if it's enough.”

Tina suddenly raised her hand and said in New York accented Chinese, ”I know, dog!”