After singing the song, the whole hall cheered.

Several customers also sent flowers to Han Lan, and the restaurant manager was filled with emotion when he saw it.

Not to mention, this old man can sing very well.

So, the restaurant manager also spent his own money to give him a flower.

During the singing just now, many passing guests were attracted and took their seats one after another.

On the one hand, it's because I'm curious, after all, I've never seen an old man in ancient costume playing the piano in a Western restaurant; on the other hand, this song is really good!

Whether it's the chorus or the drama, it still echoes in their minds even after they finish singing.

Han Lan looked at the flowers she had just received. Including the ones given by the restaurant manager, there were only five flowers in total. They were still far from the success standard set by the program team.

Sure enough, this kind of challenge is much more difficult after removing the star halo.

Sometimes it’s really not about singing well, but talent will make people pay for it.

If he had been sitting here as the big star Han Lan just now, even if he was singing "Two Tigers", there would be enthusiastic fans running over to send flower baskets.

The cameraman next to him glanced at him and winked: Han Shuai, do you want to continue?

Han Lan thought about it, and since he couldn't sing the songs he had already released to gain popularity, he could only continue to use the new songs he had prepared.

"Yeah, thank you everyone, thank you for your support. The old man and I wrote the song just now, and you can't find it online."

The restaurant burst into applause again.

Apart from anything else, this old man is really good, and his singing is much better than some singers on the Internet!

And the songs are written quite well.

"The two songs just now require guzheng accompaniment to sound good. Nowadays, piano accompaniment has lost some flavor, right?" Han Lan continued.

The customers in the restaurant also nodded one after another. It sounds good, but it does lack the taste.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to switch to the guzheng.

Especially the dramatic part just now.

"But there is nothing we can do. There is only a piano here. Finally, I will play a song for you. It is more of a piano accompaniment. This Western music can also be Chinese-style. I hope everyone likes it." Han Lan smiled slowly.

road.

The applause rang out again. The restaurant was almost full now, and the applause was much louder than before.

As the applause fell, Han Lan started playing and singing again.

This time, his voice is obviously much younger than at the beginning.

But the lyrics sung are still very Chinese-style.

"The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world

The dream is cold, a life has passed, and there are many love debts

As you acquiesce, life, death, withering, etc.

Waiting for the growth rings round and round

…”

Many customers couldn't help but shake their heads or wave their hands along with the melody, as if they were having a live concert.

Han Lan's typhoon performance is very stable, and she has held a concert with 100,000 people. It is not easy to set the rhythm for such a small scene.

The posture of playing the piano is very elegant, and the eyes have a kind of charming melancholy. Combined with the long melody of ancient rhyme, it is easy for people to enter the artistic conception that the song wants to create. As you listen, a picture emerges in front of your eyes.

An ancient picture: there are many pagodas, which suddenly become empty; the flash of swords and shadows, the vicissitudes of the sea, there are people waiting for one person all their lives.

And when the chorus sounded, it once again touched the heartstrings of the audience:

"It rains heavily in my old hometown and the trees and grass are deep

I heard you are always alone

The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots

What echoes on the stone slab is wait a little longer

…”

"This lyrics..."

There was a middle-aged man wearing glasses whose eyes couldn't help but light up.

I couldn't help but think of another song in my mind: The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I'm waiting for you~

The lyrics of the two songs are so similar!

The same classical beauty, the same profound artistic conception.

In this impetuous era, it is rare.

The beauty of this kind of poetry can only be understood by Chinese people, right?

Who said that elegance and high class must be in Western style and Western style?

When it comes to playing "elegance", China is the ancestor!

…

After singing the song, the whole house cheered again!

Many customers couldn't help but order flowers and send them to them. Han Lan stood up and thanked them with a smile.

At this time, a flower basket was delivered, but it was the man with glasses who had been moved by the lyrics just now. It could be seen that he must be a fan of this field.

"Thank you, thank you for the flowers. The old man won't disturb your lunch. You have to leave first."

"Sing one more time!"

"Master, don't leave, let's sing another song!"

"Sing one by one!"

When the audience saw that he was leaving, they started to cheer.

Han Lan still smiled and waved her hand: "I can't do it anymore. I'm old and can't sing anymore. Let's go have a meal first. If you like it, you can pay attention to my scarf."

"Old man, are you still playing with scarves?"

"Isn't that right? Old man, I am an Internet celebrity, very popular!"

"Hahaha……"

"What's your name, old man?"

"Zhong Zhen, old Zhong Zhong, deafening Zhen, please pay attention to it. Later, when the old man has time, he will post the song online. Please support me!"

"good!"

"Old man, you sang so well!"

"Sings better than any big star!"

"Hahaha, thank you. The old man will leave first. Let's have a good meal and drink." Han Lan smiled and waved to everyone, then led the full flower basket and nodded to the boss who sent the flower basket with a smile.

After thanking me, I went to the front desk to redeem my bonus.

The accompanying cameramen were all shocked. Good guy, three songs cost more than 6,000 yuan?

The restaurant manager happily changed the money for him and said, "Old man, how about you eat here at noon? Can you sing some more songs in the afternoon? I'll give you another thousand yuan per hour! How about that?"

?”

Han Lan waved her hand: "No, the old man here can't bite the steak, so he went to the next street to drink porridge."

"Then will you come again this afternoon?"

"Let's talk more, let's go first." Han Lan smiled and waved her hands.

The waitress on the side looked at him with some reluctance: "Uncle, are you lying? You promised to sing our Lan Bao song!"

Han Lan smiled kindly: "Silly girl, how could I lie to you if I'm so handsome?"

The waitress pouted and watched the old man go out and get in the car.

If she had to say it, the old man did not lie to her. After all, the first song she sang was written by Han Lan, although it was later released for his boy band Xia.

But it’s a pity that I didn’t sing Han Lan’s masterpiece!

She originally thought the old man would sing "Small Dimples, Long Eyelashes" to her.

"Eh? Did this old man say something wrong? Why can't I find such a singing internet celebrity on the scarf?" The manager next to him couldn't help but muttered as he looked at the information found on the scarf.
Chapter completed!