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Gu Jiahan ignored the question asked by Zhang Xiaojian, but said in surprise: "Brother Xiaojian, how did you practice the high pitch? Why is it so nice?"

Zhang Xiaojian immediately said modestly: "I practiced secretly yesterday, is it still a little fruitful?"

Gu Jiahan was in a daze, can he achieve this effect after practicing?This is impossible...

Zhang Xiaojian's treble rushed straight into the sky. Although the emotion and tone were not well-handled, it had enough penetrating power. This kind of treble is generally talented. Can someone practice it after practice?

Except that Gu Jiahan was a little surprised, so were the musicians behind him.

You must know that although the atmosphere was very high yesterday, they were tortured by Zhang Xiaojian's singing.

The guitarist couldn't pluck the strings, the drummer was weak, and even the bassist didn't bother to show his dejection.

But in just one day, although Zhang Xiaojian's mid-bass was still terrible, the high pitch shook their heads.

In time, when Zhang Xiaojian's mid-bass is about to master, wouldn't it be possible to become a singer?

As soon as this idea emerged, it was immediately extinguished by the musicians themselves.

Because this should be impossible.

This is true for professionals, not to mention the two women at the only table in the bar.

"No, no, I must have had auditory hallucinations, which was not the case yesterday." Wang Waner rubbed her temples.

Su Yu also grew his mouth: "What did I just hear?"

Wang Waner replied with certainty: "Treble."

Su Yu: "...No, what Zhang Xiaojian sang since he was young is not called a song, it's called RAP."

Wang Wan'er regained his senses and said: "Maybe he is really talented. Going home to ponder over it and practice it?"

"Do you believe this?"

Wang Wan'er: "...I don't believe it."

Su Yu took a sip of wine and the band started Zhang Xiaojian's second song "The Sea".

"If the sea can take away my sorrow."

This time the sea did not bring other people's sorrow, Zhang Xiaojian's high pitch went up, and it was so penetrating, it really felt like the original Zhang Yusheng.

After singing a song, two or three tables of customers came in.

I saw one of them yesterday, and Brother Flathead brought his brother again.

Just looking at Zhang Xiaojian's familiar face and listening to the singing that made his scalp numb, he was a little surprised.

No, this is the silly local tyrant from yesterday?

Why did you sing so well today?

Are you still giving away wine today?

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At the end of the next day's resident singing career, applause broke out from the crowded singing bar.

Although Zhang Xiaojian's mid-bass is still not good, most of the guests come to listen to it.

Just like the public judges in a singer program, eight out of ten do not understand music. In their eyes, whoever sings well is almost equivalent to whose high pitch is good.

Because the high pitch can make people feel shocked, the high pitch can pierce the eardrum, and the high pitch can arouse people's excitement.

Zhang Xiaojian did this tonight, so the applause now is not from yesterday's applause, but from the sincere applause of the customers.

He bowed and generously gave each table a beer jacket, so the audience boiled again.

Zhang Xiaojian did not know that someone had already posted his high-pitched video when he sang the chorus to Moments. Using the way of writing online novels ten years ago, the wheel of history has begun to turn...

He bowed down and took Wang Wan'er and Su Yu to a supper.

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When he got home, it was already half past nine, and Zhang Xiaojian washed himself and prepared to go to bed.

Before going to bed, he inexplicably pushed open and looked at the window on the back mountain.

"Hey, why are you drinking again?"

Dangling on the rocky road halfway up the mountain, the woman in the white silk pajamas still had her haircut, still carrying a bottle of XO in her hand.

Hearing Zhang Xiaojian's shout, she looked down the mountain, saw Zhang Xiaojian in the window, and waved: "Come on, have a drink."

Zhang Xiaojian thought for a while, stopped changing his clothes, and went straight to the back mountain wearing a big pants and vest.

He really didn't rush to drink this time. He always felt that the woman who was drinking alone in the back mountain for two consecutive days was definitely not as simple as the work pressure she said.

Walking up the stone steps and approaching her, Zhang Xiaojian sat down.

She handed over a bottle of XO.

Zhang Xiaojian took it, took a sip and asked, "What do you do with such a pressure? After running every day, I drink by myself."

She giggled: "Listening to this, it doesn't seem to be asking what I do."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "Well, I'm afraid you will fall off the cliff after drinking too much."

She shook her head: "You don't need to drink too much, and you don't need to miss a foot. In fact, I'm really thinking about how to die better."

Zhang Xiaojian felt a little in his heart: "Are you not depressed?"

She looked at the night sky: "I haven't seen it, it's kind of a bit."

"Don't tell me, you wondered why you died yesterday?"

"Yes, I considered three traditional methods, hanging, slashing, and sleeping pills."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." handed her the wine bottle.

She took a big sip.

Zhang Xiaojian thought for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Is there anything you can't get through? Why don't we talk to me, anyway, if we don't even know each other's name, you will treat me as a trash can.

She smiled again and asked, "What's the matter? Is this to save me this sad young woman?"

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows: "I can't talk about being kind, but it's always the two of us who had a drink together yesterday. I can't really see you in any accident."

She shook her head: "You don't understand."

Zhang Xiaojian was silent for a moment: "Maybe, but I always feel that since I have the determination to die, why don't I have the determination to live?"

When she heard these words, she also became silent.

I don't know how long it took, the evening breeze blew up the hair she was blocking her eyes, revealing a hazy side face and a cocked mouth.

She whispered, "I like to hear these words."

Zhang Xiaojian felt the breeze stop again, watched Liu Hai cover her face again, and said, "It's fine if you can listen. If you don't plan to continue to drink here tomorrow?"

She replied: "Yeah, it's okay recently anyway."

"That's fine, I will come to drink with you tomorrow at this time."

She smiled and said, "Then you may have to come every day in the next month."

Zhang Xiaojian took it for granted: "Anyway, I have nothing to do recently."

"I was teasing you just now. I didn't expect you to take it seriously, and you really want to save me."

"Yeah, don't you know that saving young women who missed their feet is what every man dreams of?"

"Puff, really poor."

As she said, she naturally leaned against Zhang Xiaojian's shoulder, drinking with a wine bottle in her right hand, a pair of white feet pulled out of the slippers, and placed them on the slippers, seemingly relaxed.