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Chapter six hundred and fifteen, we dance hall(2/2)

"That one just now came from another place. Her name is very interesting. Guess what it is." Wang Pu said with a funny face and a little ambiguous look.

Seeing Wang Pu's smirk on his face, Nan Yi knew exactly which direction to guess, "The one he saw was from the countryside just now, and it is unlikely that he was called Manna. Is it Huang Yonghong?"

"Ha, Nan Batian, I knew you were just a serious person and awesome, and you could guess it as soon as you guess."

"You fucking guess. Her name is written on your face. Are you still hiding a manuscript at home? If yes, tell your buddy, I'll go and tell Lei Zi. Lei Zi is happy and can't make it easy to issue it.

I'm a banner."

"Bad, Lei Zi doesn't care about this now. It's better to tell the school teacher to do it." Wang Pu spat.

Nan Yi exclaimed: "Ah! When did Lei Zi ignore it now?"

"I won't care anymore, nothing big."

"That's a pity. I remember that back then, I was stopped by Lei Zi halfway and wanted to search our army. At that time, I was wearing a handwritten copy, so how dare they ask them to search? I had an idea and turned my head to the Jishui Pond beside me.

One of them dived, and one of them got into the water, pressing the manuscript under a stone at the bottom of the water. Alas, that time I almost drowned."

"Is there something going on? Why don't I know?"

"Nonsense, I don't think about the relationship between you and me at that time. I remember that day was the second day when I opened a scoop for you. I said Wang Luang, you didn't give me some orders, right?"

"Fuck, guys are that kind of person? You offended many people. Who knows who ordered you?" Wang Pu strongly denied.

"If it's not, it's not, it's guilty."

Nan Yi and Wang Pu were teasing each other and blocked the noise of the dance hall outside the small table.

On the stage, Lao Cui was passionately singing the "careless whisper" by the Wei Meng band.

In April, the Wei Meng Band held a concert in Gongshi's Workshop. All the rock veterans in Beijing could go, and in their words, "I will never forget that scene.

, the audience was stunned."

That day, Nan Yi also went there and got a ticket from the unit. How could he miss such a thing as picking up cheap things?

You should know that although the ticket price was 5 yuan per ticket at that time, which young man didn't want to join in the fun of this kind? The ticket was hyped up to 40 yuan. Moreover, you can get a commemorative ticket and a box of tape after listening to the singing.

, on the front is the original singer of the Wei Meng Band, and on the back is a Chinese cover of Cheng Fangyuan.

Look, as soon as the mighty came, the capital was filled with a strong wind, and some old rock cannons even had George's head [George Michael].

"Is Lao Cui singing here?"

"Well, Xiao Cui sang like that, and the price was not high, so Lao Ma called the person here. It was just that it was not a bit of a taste. He sang all foreigners' songs and didn't order his own things."

"There will always be a process, and when your understanding of music deepens, you will naturally be able to create your own works."

Nan Yi remembers that "Nothing" should have happened in the past or two years. Rock and roll started to be original, and then pop music gradually developed its own works, and it was no longer just a blind approach to ideology.

"Fuck, where are you?"

"You care about me, are you looking for trouble?"

Bang!

Suddenly, the two gangs of people on the dance floor said a word to each other. Before the second sentence was revealed, one of them kicked the other person at the foot, and then the two gangs were entangled.

Nan Yi turned around and looked at the group of teenagers he had just noticed. Sure enough, the younger he was, the less serious he would get into the fight. If he had changed his old cannon, this fight might not have started.

"Fuck, smash the guys."

When Wang Pu saw the dance floor running, his anger immediately surged, and the major shareholder's sense of responsibility arose. He grabbed the beer bottle on the table and rushed into the dance floor.

"Come back, look at your short legs. Don't be pulled away by the little kid. Tiger cub, just deal with it and pull the person apart."
Chapter completed!
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