Chapter 8: Men will not shed tears easily

I had a premonition that she would choose me to sing, and I was very happy to work with her, so Shi Shiran stood up and walked to the center of the venue with everyone's envious eyes, standing tall and shoulder to shoulder with Tan Rui in front of everyone.

I raised my left hand with a gentlemanly style and applied my right hand to the navel.If anyone who knows how to sing will know that this is a sign of singing using abdominal breathing.When I was in college, I was a member of the school choir. After work, I often went in and out of KTV. I mastered many ethnic and popular repertoire, and I have always been full of confidence in singing duets.Although my bel canto is really unsatisfactory, I know not many people understand bel canto.

I lowered my head and asked Tan Rui softly what song she sang, but a representative had already called out to sing a song "The Love of a Boatman".Tan Rui smiled and said with a smile: Is Mr. He familiar with "The Love of a Tractor" sang by Yin Xiangjie and Yu Wenhua?

When I was in college, I rehearsed and sang this song with the girls in the school. Naturally, I was familiar with the lyrics and melody, and then nodded and agreed.

In this way, Tan Rui and I sang this popular song with a simple and straightforward language, catchy melody, and folk song flavor in front of everyone.Unexpectedly, Tan Rui's appearance is beautiful, her voice is round and melodious. Our sing of this song naturally attracted everyone's appreciation. Many people used applause to cheer up the fun with the rhythm.The other members of the discussion group outside the door came to hear the sound and stretched their heads and watched our chorus at the door.

When I was singing, I occasionally turned my head to look at Zhao Jianxin sitting at the table, and found that he lowered his head and touched his chin and kept silent.

After the song was sung, everyone cheered loudly, and the noise was a little louder, which finally attracted the attention of Director Zhang of the Organizing Committee.He appeared at the door and smiled and joked: No wonder your group's discussions are effective. It turns out that there are such entertainment programs to cheer them up. This method is good and worth promoting in other discussion groups.After saying that, he smiled and said hello to us and left.

After the afternoon discussion, everyone sat together for dinner. Tan Rui was not at our table at first, but later she sat next to me during the toast, drank and chatted with everyone for a long time before leaving.

After dinner, the conference group organized representatives to sing and dance to the hotel dance hall.Zhao Jianxin didn't want to go, but he was surrounded by me and other representatives and went to the dance hall.

Tan Rui is naturally a dance companion for many representatives in the dance hall. Even so, she still took the time to dance with me.Zhao Jianxin didn't dance a song all night, but almost sat at the table and drank beer wildly. He looked very lonely and lonely, which was in a big contrast with the people around him.

I couldn't bear to leave him alone, so I pulled him and me to sing Zhou Huajian's "Friends".I was a little surprised that he was very good at singing.Later, he also used the alcohol to sing a solo song called Daolang's "The First Snow in 2002". The sad and desolate charm was imitated just right, attracting everyone's applause.

We still drank a lot of alcohol that day, and finally the two of us supported each other and stumbled back to the room.

As soon as Zhao Jianxin returned to the room, he got into the bathroom and vomited continuously. I lay on the bed and waited for him dizzy for a long time but couldn't see him come out.I was a little worried, so I got up and went to the bathroom to find him.

As soon as I opened the door, I found him tilted on the floor of the bathroom, his face pale, and his back was leaning against the glass wall of the bathroom in tears.

I went to pull him up, he was a little more awake, waved his hand and said to me: Mr. He, Brother He, don’t worry about me, let me be here... I’ll be alone for a while, I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine.It's so embarrassing that my ugly behavior makes you... see it.After saying that, he covered his face with his hands and his shoulders trembled and cried silently.

As the saying goes, men don’t cry easily, but they are not sad.I know that men in Northeast China are relatively strong, and he must have many hidden and hard-to-speaking pains in his heart, otherwise he would not be so sad after being drunk, but I don’t know why he feels pain and sad.

I felt compassion and worried that something would happen to him in the bathroom alone, so I ignored his objection and forced him out and placed him on his bed.

I made a cup of hot tea, helped him up, and fed him half a cup of hot tea.He looked at me gratefully, trying to open his mouth to say something to thank him, but he still didn't say it out in the end.I helped him take off his coat and pants, and covered him with a quilt before going to the bathroom to wash.

I left the bathroom and found that he had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.After I packed up, I got into the quilt, turned off the bedside lamp, and the room suddenly fell into nothingness and darkness.

Just when I was sleepy, in the dark and quiet night, I heard Zhao Jianxin say to me almost word by word: Brother He, beauties are all beautiful snakes, you have to be careful.

I was suddenly awakened by his words, wanting to wait for him to say something, but he stopped talking and the room was ruled by darkness and silence again.