Goodbye is still a friend

#Time Concert #Jane, Li, and Jing used to play together when I first started working. At that time, the income was not high, and we ate in the canteen on weekdays. On weekends, I often make fried noodles in Jane's kitchen. Fried noodles are also very simple, just eggs, ham sausage, dried radish, peanut rice. After a large amount of noodles are boiled, fish out and put cold boiling water, stir-fry all kinds, and then one pot per person. At this time, Jane will turn on her computer to play songs. "True Hero" and "Friends" are the songs we hear most often. When we mix chili oil in the noodles, we will play "Love to Fight to Win". Now think about it: the scene was quite strange, four people eating sweaty, full of hot mouths, but playing such inspirational songs.

The entertainment after the meal is to sing karaoke to Jane's computer. I didn't sing much at that time, so I listened quietly to them sing. Jane has loved singing since she was a child, and her voice is beautiful. Quiet is also good, the song sounds pleasant. Li and I were always on the sidelines, cutting fruit and making tea. Every time Jane and Jing persuaded us both, we both dodged aside. When they saw that we really didn't want to sing, they stopped persuading us.

Once, the unit issued a year-end bonus. It was about to be a new year's holiday, dinner was good, and all four of us won the prize. On a whim, everyone said that they would have a holiday the next day anyway, so it was better to go singing together.

During the meal, everyone drank some red wine and slightly raised their heads. So the four of them staggered to the ok hall. Jane and Jing sang for a while and then warmly invited me and Li to sing. My mind was hot and I really took the microphone and sang. At this time, the surrounding area was quiet, only to hear my song completely out of tune, running from east to west. At the end of the song, I asked them how they sang? They burst out laughing, and so did I. From that time I learned that I was singing out of tune. Later, Jing told me that I didn't go out of tune with every song, such as not singing in the shower. I almost believed.

And the real Easter egg is Leigh. She is a tall, beautiful dancer. We thought her singing voice must be charming. She also took advantage of the wine and picked up the microphone. If I sing the southern and northern tones to make people laugh wildly, then her singing voice is like erhu broken strings, like gossamer, making people listen to it upside down. When she finished singing, our box fell silent. After a long time, until the waiter pushed the door in to tidy up the table, the embarrassment was broken.

Now I recall the single time I used to spend together, which is slightly absurd and dry, but it is particularly simple and happy.