Chapter 443 Love Song 90 (Subscribe for monthly tickets)

There are more than four seasons in a year.

There is another season called graduation season.

Farewell dinner is always the theme of graduation season. It seems that without this "farewell dinner", the so-called graduation will seem to be missing something.

This is like a necessary convergence of light beams before they scatter from a point. Convergence, separation, and scattering are very similar to the countless encounters and separations in the world.

At the end of the summer of 1995, the students of Class 156 gathered together. While Zhang Yunqi and his group were chatting in the restaurant of Shangongguan, the classmates gradually arrived, and there were of them in total.

This is already very good. Many of them came from their hometowns in the lower cities and counties. Those students who lived in rural areas had to change three or four means of transportation and spend most of the day to catch up. This is enough to prove the collective cohesion of the class that Wang Mingzhen finally led.

You know, graduation often means that everyone becomes a dandelion separated from its mother plant. It is not easy to get together, and they will never be as together as in the graduation photo.

Zhang Yunqi remembers that when this class was first opened, there were 60 students. Every once in a while, someone would leave for one reason or another. Yan Shi left, Yang Wei left, Li Yufei left, Wang Xiaokai left... Some people left in a blaze of glory, while others left quietly. But it is not worth regretting. It is the norm in life that we meet sometimes and never meet again.

Once everyone arrived, the waiter began to serve food and drinks.

Zhang Yunqi, Chu Jian, Tian Zhuangzhuang, Liu Zicheng, Yu Qingqing, Xiao Xuemei, and Yu Xiaorui, a few classmates who were on good terms with each other, sat at the same table, while the others sat in groups of three or four.

The food is plentiful and there is a wide selection of wines.

When we were in school, we would restrain ourselves, but now we drink without restraint. The male animals would compete with each other at the beginning, but as they drank, they set their sights on the girls in the class. Wine and sex always go together.

First sight is the main goal of the male animals tonight.

The girl was slender, fair, and quiet, and her aura met all the fantasies of adolescent boys in the 90s about girls. On the first day of school, the picture of the girl sitting in her seat, wearing a white cotton skirt, holding a copy of "Walden" in the sun has become the collective memory of the boys in Class 156.

Although the beauty has someone, it does not prevent them from toasting to Chu Jian in order to make up for the regret and leave some good memories. They always start with: "Sister-in-law, our top scholar, a toast to you! If you don't drink today, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future."

When we first met, I didn't drink at all.

Zhang Yunqi, who was sitting next to her, filled her glass with juice.

I was touched when I first saw her. The students who always toasted me drank less, while she drank a full glass of juice.

When encountering some people who want to make trouble and insist on drinking with Chujian, this is when the old fox comes into play. The old fox has been hanging around in bars for most of his life and has always come away with nothing. But tonight he doesn't want to make a fuss, so no matter whether it's a toast to Chujian or to him, let's have a drink and drink it all, let's have a bottle and drink it together.

The farewell dinner was quite emotional.

They were old classmates who had known each other for three years. After a few drinks, the atmosphere became quite lively. Through some childish game shows, everyone became even closer. While drinking, they talked about the life in high school. One cute, funny, shameful and pitiful anecdotes after another emerged. Scenes.

Three years of high school are just a short moment.

Some are happy about this and some are sad, the mess of emotions is like a hodgepodge.

In the Shan Mansion in Yuxianli, which blends ancient charm with modern urban atmosphere, the restaurant above is brightly lit, and outside the window is bustling with the sounds of life under the night sky. As class 156 clinks glasses, they bid farewell to their "last" meal of three years of high school.

When they were about to leave, everyone knew that Zhang Yunqi was paying for the party tonight and they didn't need to raise money. This kind of restaurant was not something they, as students, could afford.

Although everyone knows the financial strength of this old classmate, who in Jiangchuan would not look askance? Moreover, in the past few years, this old classmate's performance in the class has been nothing but a bad word. He is usually down-to-earth and never shows off, but he is really there when there is something going on in the class. Not to mention the class's collective affairs, he is the absolute backbone.

At the suggestion of the cheap class monitor Lin Xueqing, all 38 students in the class staggered to their feet and raised their glasses to toast Zhang Yunqi.

Zhang Yunqi stood up with his glass in hand and smiled, "It's the same sentence I said when I introduced myself in the first class of the first year of high school. If you need me in the future, just let me know."

This was the third time Zhang Yunqi said this in his three years of high school.

The third time won everyone's applause.

At that time, no one took it seriously, but now, everyone just thinks that this old classmate has done it.

After dinner, everyone headed to the Hola Le KTV in the west area of ​​Yuxianli.

A group of about thirty people, walking in groups of three or four, arm in arm, walked through the crowded Yuxianli. Some were drunk, some were humming little songs, and some were talking about the memories of their three years of high school that made them want to laugh and cry.

Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was talking nonsense and acting in an ugly manner, suddenly shouted out the dormitory song he, Zhang Yunqi, Wang Xiaokai and Yang Wei sang in the street: "Let's row the oars together, who will be the mother of my child..."

As he was singing, he suddenly called out to Zhang Yunqi: "Boss Zhang, I miss Kaizi and Weizi!"

Zhang Yunqi smiled and rubbed the fat man's dog head.

It was already three minutes past ten, the night was dark, the stars were streaking across the sky, and the Yuxianli Night Market was filled with a joyful atmosphere. Everywhere you looked, there were endless crowds of people, and the smell of fireworks was everywhere. The singing and dancing performances in the East District Square had reached their climax, and thunderous applause rang out.

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Zhang Yunqi had already booked a large karaoke package at the Holi Le karaoke bar. Karaoke was very popular in the mid-90s, but the cost was not low, and many of his classmates were here for the first time.

In the big private room, everyone was in high spirits. It was a novelty. It was a rare opportunity to sing. The microphone was basically occupied by the girls. The singing was beautiful, but there were also moments that made people want to cry. Under the stimulation of alcohol and the sadness of parting, the staggering boys patted each other on the shoulders and exchanged seats. If the close friends didn't get the microphone to sing a song together, they at least had to drink a bottle of dark green old Yanjing.

There was no singing at first sight.

She is always quiet on such occasions.

She sat next to Zhang Yunqi for a while, smiling at her classmates. Perhaps because she drank too much juice, she said, "Yunqi, Xiaorui and I are going to the bathroom."

Zhang Yunqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said yes.

After Chu Jian left, Zhang Yunqi sat on the sofa and clinked a few beers with the boys in the class. At this time, the cheap class monitor Lin Xueqing sat over and said, "Yunqi, let's chat?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Yunqi laughed.

"We haven't talked much in the three years of high school. Now that we're about to graduate, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"You are too beautiful. If you talk to me for no reason, I'll be considered a hooligan."

"You're so good at praising girls, no wonder you managed to trick Chu Jian into getting her. I remember you sang well, and this is our last gathering, would you like to sing a song for me?"

"Next time, for sure. There are so many people here tonight, so let's sing it for the whole class to hear together."

Zhang Yunqi picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Lin Xueqing, who was smiling but had some sadness in her eyes. He drank it all in one gulp, stood up and walked to the TV to order a song.

He chose Luo Dayou's song with the most stories, "Love Song 1990". This song was released in 1988 and is the theme song of "A Lang's Story". The Godfather of Chinese Music would use this song as the finale in many of his concerts.

Zhang Yunqi started listening to Luo Dayou when he was in technical secondary school, and found his music particularly appealing. From Luo Dayou's singing, one can see his extreme distrust of the superficial aspects of life. He seems to have been searching for the truest side of human nature on the edge of the times.

In his opinion, if Jay Chou is the innocent and unrestrained imagination, Mayday is the hormones with infinite vitality, Eason Chan is the affectionate but growth that cannot resist the passage of time, and Leehom Wang is the understanding that is endless to savor, then Luo Dayou is independent of the countless specific stages of a man's growth, and tells the various unconventional flavors in the tide of the times and the common human nature with a quiet but lonely voice.

The moving prelude sounded, Zhang Yunqi picked up the microphone and sang:
Dark eyes and your smiling face

I can never forget you, your changing appearance

The light old times just slip away

When I look back, several years have passed.

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After the song ended, many students in the KTV room stood up and stared at the singing boy. The quiet singing has disappeared in the ears, but the past is still playing in the mind. It is rare to find a partner who knows you again in life. Life is hard to give up after all, the blue sky with white clouds...

Zhang Yunqi smiled and handed the microphone to Liu Zicheng.

Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was chatting with Xiao Xuemei, said with a big mouth: "Boss Zhang sings well, let's sing another song!"

This made the animals all start to make trouble: "Boss Zhang, we won't hear you sing tonight. I don't think we'll have this chance again in the future."

Zhang Yunqi waved his hand: "Sing later, sing later, there are so many students who want to sing."

Xiao Xuemei raised her hand to check the time, then shouted to everyone with a smile, "Everyone stop singing, it's almost midnight. Fatty, change to a happy birthday song and we'll all sing together later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened from the outside.

Zhang Yunqi turned his head and saw Yu Qingqing and Yu Xiaorui coming in holding flowers. Walking at the end was Chu Jian, holding a birthday cake. She was standing with the light behind her, with a clear little face and picturesque eyes and eyebrows, like an angel descending.

Yu Xiaorui reached out and turned off the light, saying, "Boss Zhang, do you know? The party was scheduled for today because of Chu Jian's insistence. These past few days, she called all of us classmates and contacts one by one, saying that today is your birthday. She has never celebrated your birthday before, and she really wants to give you a birthday surprise."

Zhang Yunqi did not answer.

He just smiled and looked at the girl.

The box was dark. The noisy singing and talking had stopped. It was exceptionally quiet. There were changes in light and shadow on the big screen. A girl with a ponytail and a white cotton skirt walked in at the door, holding a cake with candles in her hands. She walked up to Zhang Yun and stood up.

At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly came from outside the window.

Fireworks exploded in the night sky, transforming into countless streams of light that slowly fell.

The fireworks show of Jiangchuan City's first Night Market Cultural Festival in 1995 kicked off with great fanfare at 0:0, and Yuxianli was immediately plunged into a sea of ​​joy.

The box was quiet.

The girl held the cake and stood in front of Zhang Yunqi. Her face was red as if persimmon juice was overflowing. She said softly, "Happy birthday, Yunqi."

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(End of this chapter)