Chapter 77: Paper Short, Love Long

"BGM: Just afraid I will fall in love with you

Don't dare to let myself get too close

..."

On the stage, the singer Carl had already changed several songs.

There were pop and folk, overall relatively soothing, very consistent with the environment here.

The night in Yancheng at the end of April, barbecue around the stove.

The two chatted from music to manga, and then to Japanese.

Hearing a few simple Japanese sentences popping out of Tang Song's mouth, Tian Jing's eyes lit up, and she followed up with a few lines from Japanese anime.

She had taken an elective Japanese course in college because of interest, but because she didn't put her heart into it, her level was terrible.

Seeing her interested, Tang Song continued to chat along this topic.

Neither of their Japanese was very good, but chatting was actually quite interesting, and laughter was constant.

On the stage, the music gradually stopped.

The handsome manager appeared again, holding the microphone and shouting loudly: "We all know that masters are among the people! There must be no lack of hidden talents among the customers on-site.

Next, we have prepared a small game for everyone, inviting everyone to sing in the restaurant, accompanied by our musician Carl.

Don't worry, everyone, it doesn't have to be a whole song; a paragraph of lyrics is also fine!

The table with the best performance will have today's consumption completely waived!"

As soon as the words fell, it immediately caused no small amount of applause, cheers, and whistles.

"Alright, our staff will carry microphones and wander around the restaurant; customers who want to participate can just reach out and grab the microphone! Welcome everyone to participate actively!"

"Game start!"

Soon, two staff members and Carl walked into the dining area with microphones.

"Me, me."

"Here! Here! Look here!"

Most of the diners on-site were young couples, who performed very casually and boldly in such an environment and atmosphere.

Soon, a round-faced girl snatched the microphone

The round-faced girl blinked at her boyfriend opposite her and sang: "I have a dream like a rainbow after the rain, using all my tears to trade for a smile..."

Daring to be the first to grab the microphone, her ability was naturally not bad; her voice was pleasant, her breath control was steady—definitely at the level of a KTV microphone hog.

As the singing stopped, the diners at the scene applauded one after another.

Following that, several more young people took the initiative to grab the microphone, most of them only singing the chorus of the songs, but it completely ignited the atmosphere at the scene.

Laughter, singing, and the sounds of taking photos were incessant.

…

Watching the restaurant staff slowly approaching this side.

Tang Song's sharp gaze aimed at the guitar in Karl's hand.

Originally, he had thought about finding a gap during the other party's performance break to borrow the guitar, but now it saved quite a bit of trouble.

He looked at Tian Jing, whose eyes were sparkling, and suggested: "Xiao Jing, do you want to participate too? You're the host today; if you win a free meal this way, it would be quite interesting. Plus, you're so pretty and your voice is so sweet, I think the probability is very high."

Tian Jing bit her lip, beamed, and said: "Okay!"

After saying that, she took the initiative to stand up, stood on tiptoe, and waved at the staff, "Over here, over here! Handsome, look over here!"

She didn't really have any thoughts about the free meal; she mainly felt that participating in a singing game in such an atmosphere was very fun.

If she could win the competition, it would be even more fun.

Wearing a white dress, the sweet and cute Tian Jing had always been the focus of the entire restaurant, and as her voice rang out.

Gaze after gaze gathered toward this side, and some people even took the opportunity to aim their cameras here.

The staff's eyes lit up; their original intention was to increase user stickiness and promote the restaurant through this competition.

With a great beauty of this level participating, the discussion and reach would be absolutely maxed out!

They walked quickly to their table, and without even needing to grab it, they took the initiative to hand the microphone to her.

Karl, who was carrying the guitar, showed an excited expression on his face.

He had noticed this girl when he was on stage just now, and now that she was closer, she felt even more stunningly beautiful.

Especially since she had the temperament of a well-behaved rich girl, which was his favorite type.

Hooking a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, Karl patted the guitar and said: "Little sister, what song do you want to sing? As long as it's not too obscure, I can accompany you."

Tian Jing bit her lip and thought for a moment, then smiled: "Then let's have a simple one, 'Paper Short, Love Long', is that okay?"

"Of course!" Karl lightly tossed his hair, "The female version of this song is also very good; looking forward to little sister's performance."

Just at this moment, Tang Song spoke directly: "Hello, I'd like to use the guitar to accompany my friend, is that okay?"

The host at the scene was stunned for a moment, then happily nodded: "Yes, you are very welcome!"

After all, they were their customers, and the request they made had even more entertainment value, so he had no reason to refuse.

Tian Jing blinked her bright, watery eyes and said in surprise: "Song, you can play the guitar too?"

"Want to collaborate on one? Win the competition!" Tang Song flicked his fingers at her.

"That would be great!" Tian Jing subconsciously looked at Tang Song's "male god hands," her legs under the skirt rubbing lightly.

Such beautiful hands, and he can play the guitar too; they must be very flexible and strong, right?

That's simply…

The smile on the singer Karl's face gradually disappeared.

At the host's signal, he handed over his guitar.

He looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Playing and singing by oneself is actually fine; if you go off-track, you can still make up for it.

Accompanying someone else is different; once you can't keep up with the rhythm, it could all collapse, and the effect would be disastrous.

Taking the guitar handed over by Karl, Tang Song lowered his head and lightly stroked the strings; a joy and familiarity from the bottom of his heart instantly surged into his mind.

A 41-inch electric-acoustic folk guitar, with the pickup connected directly to the speakers, the sound was loud and clear, very suitable for this kind of performance environment.

A faint breeze blew on the terrace, and the canvas on top of the dining table swayed gently.

Tang Song sat on the chair, placed the guitar on his thigh, headstock facing forward, the guitar body forming a 45-degree angle with his body.

His left hand pressed the strings, and his right hand was placed at the sound hole.

His movements were natural, confident, free-spirited, and relaxed, looking very stylish. The performances in the dream world left him without any timidity or retreat; he ignored all the gazes around him and focused on holding the guitar.

At the same time, the April evening breeze blew his messy hair and the corners of his clothes.

Special effect triggered.

In the warm yellow light, Tang Song holding the guitar appeared cold, serene, melancholic, and sad; a unique artistic atmosphere lingered around.

The diners around who were originally making a scene also quieted down, and everyone turned their gaze toward the outstanding Tang Song.

"I'm ready." Tang Song nodded at her, his tone steady and serene.

Tian Jing nodded lightly and stepped to stand opposite Tang Song, seemingly wanting to watch him play the guitar.

The brightly lit city high-rises, the flawless moonlight, and the deep, brilliant starry sky all became his background.

"Ding-ding-dong-dong—"

Clean and crisp notes flowed from his fingertips, with coherent, precise chords carrying deep emotion.

Tian Jing's heartbeat began to accelerate, and the hand holding the microphone exerted slight force.

What's going on? What is going on!?

How come Tang Song feels like an Ultraman who just got a transformation prop after getting the guitar?