The business of selling tea eggs is already well established, and you can even see a few familiar faces when you come to the old place.

Huang Han still used singing to attract business, and then when the crowd gathered around him, he said he wanted to sing a nice new song.

Or because of the lack of entertainment these days, too many people are bored and wandering around the cinema, not for any other reason, but because this place is much brighter than other places.

Sometimes people are like moths, flocking to wherever there is light.

When he hears someone singing, people will immediately gather around to watch. Huang Han is not afraid of being squeezed because behind him is a courtyard wall made of blue bricks and cement.

These past few days, I have been singing "Relvet Flower" and "Sister Fell in Tears for Her Brother". People are tired of listening to it, and Huang Han is tired of singing it.

Therefore, he specially practiced a few songs in the past few days, including "Olive Tree". Huang Han thought that he should be at least 70-80% similar to the original song.

There were already a few regular customers mixed in the crowd, and Huang Han saw the kind-hearted lesbian again.

When Huang Han said that he wanted to sing a new song, they shouted "yes" loudly. These people knew the purpose of Huang Han's singing. You said to me that if the new song is good, the tea eggs will be bought in minutes.

At this time, Huang Han even had some doubts. If he didn't have tea eggs to sell, would he be able to make a few dollars by just placing a broken enamel basin under his feet, just like the street singer under the overpass?

Well! That would not be doing business but selling music. I’m afraid it would be even more difficult for Huang Daozhou to accept it!

Huang Han cleared his throat, adjusted his mood, and performed "Olive Tree" with all his heart. He would not just mess around and get away with it. He regarded every time he started singing as a practice to practice his voice and sing as best as possible.

"Don't ask me where I come from. My hometown is far away. Why do I wander? I wander far away..."

Huang Han also practiced a few songs by Teresa Teng. Later, he thought that he was only a primary school student and it seemed inappropriate to sing about love and love, so he chose this song.

It's like a poem or a painting, it's like a song, it's like telling a story, it's like listening to fairy music and your ears are temporarily bright. How can you describe the mood of the audience at this moment?

In this era of lack of entertainment, in the years when dramas are restricted to eight major models, "The Olive Tree" is like a trickle flowing into the desert, moisturizing this land that has just recovered from death.

"It sounds so good, kid, can you sing it again?" said a middle-aged man who was fascinated by the song.

"Child, if Auntie doesn't ask you to sing again, can you read the lyrics again?" This is what the kind-hearted lesbian said.

Huang Han could predict this result, because the first time he heard "Olive Tree" in his life was probably in the second semester of fourth grade.

It was sung by a music teacher who had just graduated and was assigned to teach in an experimental primary school at the school party.

The sound system at that time was terrible, and the playground where the meeting was held was also very noisy. To be honest, the teacher's singing skills were also very amateurish. Compared with Qi Yu's original singing, it was far behind. Even so, this song was still as refreshing as drinking.

Sweet spring.

Huang Han believed in the lethality of classic songs, and was certain that very few people in Sanshui County at this time had heard the song "Olive Tree".

If he sings it today, it will spread, and maybe someone will come specifically to listen to this song tomorrow.

Although "Velvet Flower" and "Sister Cries for Brother" are also good to listen to, they won't have the same effect because they are often played on the radio nowadays.

There is another song that Huang Han remembers deeply when he was a child. It is a classic school song "Childhood".

Even though the mainland singer cut out the section "There is everything in the welfare society, but there is not half a dime in the pocket, Zhuge Shilang and the Devil Party...", the song was sung with the momentum of "Praise to Heroes",

Not childhood at all.

It stands to reason that this song should be ruined, but actually it is not, because this song is too good to stand up to, which directly led to the mainland version of the alternative "Childhood" becoming popular all over the country.

Huang Han never tired of listening to it at that time. A few years later, when he heard the original song, Huang Han burst out laughing. It turned out that this was the real "Childhood" and not a beautified childhood.

Huang Han had already prepared. He could not break discipline in class, he could only read and write. Gradually, he returned to the teacher. Teacher Xiao Han got used to it and basically ignored him.

He wrote the lyrics to "Olive Tree" while practicing calligraphy. At this time, he had more than a dozen sheets in his pocket, half the size of an exercise book.

Huang Han took out a piece of lyrics and handed it to his first customer with both hands, saying: "Auntie! This is the lyrics of "Olive Tree" that I copied for you."

The lesbian was very happy. After taking it and taking a look at it, she said happily: "My child, your handwriting is very beautiful! It is not easy to be able to write such handwriting at such a young age."

She immediately began to read the lyrics silently and praised: "It's like a poem, so beautiful!"

In the early summer of 1981, not many mainlanders heard "Olive Tree", but Huang Han was not too worried about self-defeating. After all, the fight with the other side of the strait had been downplayed, and the guns had long been stopped.

Basically no one goes out to hide in the corner at night to listen to the sound and catch the bad elements who secretly listen to the enemy station.

Besides, Huang Han's family was so poor that he didn't even have a radio, so he didn't have to worry about being framed for listening to an enemy station.

The key is that the lyrics of "Olive Tree" are very healthy, not reactionary, have no political leanings, and there is no way to find fault.

It's coming soon, it's coming soon, we only have to pay attention to this in the past two years. The policies after 1883 will be more relaxed, and farmers without restraints will have the best opportunities.

At this time, a gay man was not happy. He said: "I have come to take care of your business several times, and even invited everyone to come and buy it. Why don't you write a copy of the lyrics and give it to me?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, uncle, I still have it in my pocket. I'll give it to you."

"That's pretty much it, kid, thank you. It's a pity that all your tea eggs are sold out, otherwise I would definitely buy another thirty cents."

Seeing that the people around him were envious when they saw that the two had obtained the lyrics, Huang Han took the opportunity to say: "Uncles and aunties, I will bring a few copies of the lyrics here tomorrow to give to the uncles and aunties who take care of my family's small business."

"Okay! Boy, can you please remember to give me the lyrics tomorrow? I will definitely buy ten tea eggs tomorrow!"

"Give it to me, give it to me, I'll buy ten of them too!"

"Okay! Okay! Thank you. I will try my best to satisfy everyone and try to write a few more and bring them back tomorrow!"

Several people in the crowd said: "Child, we will be here waiting for you tomorrow!"

It was almost seven o'clock. Zhang Chunmei, Liu Xiaoli, and Zhang Qian came over to help. Seeing Huang Han preparing to go home, they quickly shouted: "Huang Han, Huang Han, why are you preparing to leave? Aren't you selling tea eggs today?

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"Just sold out! What are you doing?"

"We are here specifically to help you, why are you selling so fast today?"

"It's very simple, because I'm good at shouting. I can attract hundreds of people with my voice, and I can sell out a pot of tea eggs in no time."

"Hehe, you are still awesome, okay, let's go home, goodbye!"

"Thank you! Goodbye!"

The three girls were somewhat unhappy that they couldn't help. The three of them lived not far away from each other, and they often did homework and played games together.

With Zhang Chunmei's mother, an intellectual, taking care of her children, Liu Xiaoli, and Zhang Qian's parents can certainly feel free to let their daughters take to the streets.
Chapter completed!