Chapter 1659 Sing a Song

Although he is the owner of Qilin Cafe, Yin Jun celebrated Tao Huimin's birthday without any extravagant spectacle.

He didn't even clear the restaurant on the second floor. When he walked up, except for a slightly larger space separated by a screen, there were still five or six tables of customers ordering and eating in the rest of the place.

Don't think it's because the seats are not full. In fact, there are basically only so many seats on one floor.

Among the three houses, there are a total of 15 such second-floor lofts, but generally less than 100 tables are arranged.

In the spacious restaurant, not only can every table be close to a window and have a view of the outside scenery, but there must also be a small band in the middle of the restaurant.

Either there were a few saxophone players, or there were cello and violin players, or there was piano playing.

Or there would be guqin accompaniment and a few dancers in ancient costumes dancing to the melody.

Not only these, but also the layout and style of each loft are completely different.

All the layouts were made by ancient architectural design masters at a great cost. They are the only ones found here in the whole of China.

The style of each loft is different, and this difference fascinates many foreigners. As long as there are conditions, you must sit down and have a meal on every second floor to be considered complete.

These young handsome men and beauties are all invited by Kirin Cafe from the Nationalities College and the Conservatory of Music. Not only can they enrich the content of the cafe, but they can also exercise and make money along the way. Everyone is happy.

But there is one thing. Wei Xiaofan asked the manager to tell them that they are absolutely not allowed to have any contact with guests during working hours. You can do whatever you want after work. We have no control over it, but when you go to work, you go to work. There is absolutely no room for half-heartedness.

These students are relatively innocent now, and the Qilin Group's brand is excellent, so most of them still abide by the regulations.

There are a few girls who can't resist the temptation of going abroad with foreigners. There's nothing you can do about it, just fire them.

Today, where Yin Jun came to eat, there was only a piano. A girl was playing, and then a boy was holding a microphone and singing loudly.

Upon hearing this, Yin Jun and Tao Huimin laughed.

The five girls next to him also laughed.

Because the song they played and sang was called "Hand in Hand", which was the theme song of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics and the eternal anthem of the Olympics.

It is also known as the best Olympic song in the world.

The original singer of "Hand in Hand" is Teresa Teng.

It was Yin Jun who wrote the lyrics and composed the music.

Teresa Teng rose to fame with this song. She became famous in the United States and officially became a global queen.

Then Yin Jun personally produced "Teresa Deng" for her, which pushed her to an unprecedented peak. So far, no one can say that they can match Teresa Teng's achievements.

Not only did they play and sing enthusiastically, but the tables of foreigners and Chinese sitting here also listened with gusto.

Good songs can naturally move everyone, not to mention that this song is still so popular abroad. The sales of the single have already exceeded 100 million, setting an unattainable record!

Like a servant, the manager diligently led Yin Jun and the others to a prepared dining table.

Invite the girls to dinner. In this era, it is naturally better to have Western food or Japanese and Korean food, because it has an atmosphere and is delicious.

If you eat hot pot or Chinese food, it always feels a bit old-fashioned and unstylish.

This habit has not changed even 40 years later. When more people mention the atmosphere and style, it is either European food or Japanese food, certainly not Chinese food.

This is also the reason why many Western restaurants have been opened in the past two years since the opening of Qilin Western Restaurant on the Dong'anmen side.

Young people in this era are eager to absorb new things from the outside, including food culture.

So just now Yin Jun looked around and found a table of Chinese guests, and they also ate exquisite Italian food.

After arranging the seats, the manager hurriedly went down. He had to go to the kitchen and keep an eye on it to make sure nothing went wrong, otherwise Brother Sheng would definitely skin himself.

Brother Sheng is Zhao Sheng. In addition to being in charge of the Qilin Western Restaurant in Dong'anmen, he also manages the Houhai area and the Sanlitun area.

Some people are jokingly saying that Zhao Sheng is now a catering and entertainment tycoon, thanks to Pan'er from the Qilin Group, otherwise Zhao Sheng would have been arrested long ago.

Yin Jun and the others were sitting and drinking rose tea, chatting and waiting. However, a table of Chinese people about ten meters away from them began to discuss them.

"Master Peng, who are you talking about this group of people?" A chubby man asked in a low voice to a man in his thirties wearing a suit.

"I don't know." The man shook his head lightly.

"You don't know? Then they can't be the young master or the eldest lady of any family?" Another thinner man said in surprise.

"There are a lot of people in Beijing that I don't know, but I can't say that they are not." Mr. Peng, a man in a suit, frowned, "But they are a little too arrogant, don't they really care about the adults in the family at all? "

"That's right." said a beautiful woman next to her. "Look, those guards are sitting down there. They are all strong and full of vigor. You can tell at a glance that they came from the **."

"Sister Mei, your family is from XX, I'm sure I won't be mistaken." The chubby man nodded repeatedly, "But as Lord Peng said, if you are so public and sued, wouldn't it be hard to live with it?"

"no no……"

Master Peng suddenly looked towards Yin Jun again, but was blocked by the screen, "I seem to have seen that man somewhere."

"Whatever, if they are so showy, they will suffer sooner or later. No matter how big they are, how can they be more important than Mr. Zhu? Is his grandson a different person?" The thinner man chuckled.

"Too!"

Several people nodded and smiled, and then continued to eat their own food.

However, a few minutes later, the screen was suddenly removed by two girls, and another girl walked up to the men and women who were singing and playing, and said a few words to them.

After listening to her words, the music stopped and the singing stopped, but the two of them were obviously a little resistant, as if they heard some embarrassing request.

There was no other way, another girl went downstairs, and soon a deputy manager ran up quickly. After saying something to them, the young students stood obediently on the other side.

When everyone was wondering, they saw the handsome young man, who was a little younger than the students, stood up from his seat, walked over and sat next to the piano.

A girl next to me skillfully connected the microphone to the small stand on the piano.

After trying the music for a while, Yin Juncai smiled at Tao Huimin, who had already stood up, and said harmoniously: "A piece of "Story of Time" for Minmin!"

Foreigners don’t understand much Chinese, but when they saw a boy singing for a girl, they got excited and laughed and clapped.

""The Story of Time"?" Mr. Peng repeated the name and asked Sister Mei next to him: "Xiaomei, have you heard of this song?"

"No." Sister Mei shook her head firmly, "I have listened to almost all Hong Kong Moss's singer albums. This name is unfamiliar to me, so it shouldn't be an excellent song."

At this moment, the prelude ended and Yin Jun opened his mouth to sing.

“The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn, and the setting sun in winter.

In my melancholy youth, when I was young, I once thought this ignorantly.

The windmill circulates every day in the song of the four seasons.

In the romantic poems, I grow up year by year.

The story of flowing water taking away time changes a person in the sentimental and waiting youth for the first time. "

Unlike Luo Dayou's hoarse and deep voice, Yin Jun's voice is not very good, but it is clear enough, and singing such a folk song is very melodious and beautiful.

Foreigners don’t understand Chinese, but music knows no borders.

After singing these few verses, their eyes immediately lit up and they listened more seriously.

The eyes of the pair of playing and singing students, who had been a bit cold at first, suddenly opened up like bull's eyes.

Did you hear that right?

Why does it sound so good! ?

Several Chinese people at that table were a little stupid when they saw this.

Sister Mei almost wanted to crawl directly into the ground.

An expert knows the way.

You can tell from just one song that it is definitely a very good song, but she just vowed that it wouldn't be that good.

The remaining people definitely didn't dare to laugh at her, so they could only continue to listen to the song.

"Yellowing photos, old letters, and faded Christmas cards.

I’m afraid you have already forgotten the song I wrote for you when I was young.

The vows made in the past are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook, engraved with many beautiful poems, but after all they are just a puff of smoke.

The story of flowing water taking away time changed two people in that sentimental youth that shed tears for the first time. "

"..."

"The Story of Time" is not long.

There was no additional arrangement of the intro and outro. Yin Jun only sang for about three minutes and was done.

When he finished playing the last syllable, not only did Tao Huimin look at him with caution, but so did the five girls in Hua Opera, who all wanted to swallow Yin Jun up.

Just now Tao Huimin accidentally mentioned that she asked Yin Jun to sing a song for herself.

Yin Jun readily agreed, and then said that he had written a song that could be given to her.

I didn't expect it to be so beautiful when sung.

Although there is no love in the song, the melancholy of the passage of time and the nostalgia for the beauty of youth are all revealed.

And it's so natural and eloquent, without any pretentious feeling at all.

In fact, if it is paired with a guitar, it will definitely be more interesting.

But to have such talent, I really can’t ask for more.

That is to say, Tao Huimin is beside him, and there is no shortage of beauties around Yin Jun. Otherwise, these five beautiful Chinese opera girls can directly drag Yin Jun into the room and give him a hard-on.

"Pa bang bang..."

Applause rang out at this time.

Regardless of whether they understood or not, the foreigners applauded and showed their respect.

Top students from the two conservatories applauded vigorously. If it had been 40 years later, they would have shouted 666.

Mr. Peng and his friends at the table also applauded enthusiastically.

They all really like this song. If they can understand the lyrics, they can feel the charm of the song even more.

Sister Mei couldn't hold it back anymore, so she stood up and walked over, blocking Yin Jun who was about to return to his seat. "Sir, may I ask which celebrity sang this song?"

"Oh, I just wrote this, there is no singer to sing it yet." Yin Jun said with a smile.

Originally, "The Story of Time" was written by Luo Dayou to Zhang Aijia the year before last, but because Luo Dayou came to Qilin Records, he did not write this song, so it is naturally regarded as Yin Jun's.

"Did you write it?" Sister Mei became more and more confused, "Excuse me, sir, are you...Chinese?"

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The specific writing time is a bit off. If the plot requires it, it should be written by Jun Shao^_^