Chapter 169 Familiar Voice

"So that's it. Since you've said the difference between this episode and the sequel, what's the connection between the two?" I heard that the sequel actually developed into two people, Wushan Yunyu. Ding Yi was very interested, so he asked academically.

"Of course, there is a connection between the two. This episode is the basis of the sequel, and the sequel is the further development of this episode. Without the process of ten/eight touches told in this episode, there will be no result of the ten/eight touches told in the sequel. You have me in both of you, and I have you in me. Zhang Tongluo said with great interest.

Seeing Ding Yi's face exploring the truth, Zhang Tonggong made a look of regret and then said, "Unfortunately, although the specific lyrics of this episode have been lost, the process of ten/eight touches has been more or less recorded by the wild history, and the ** story told in the sequel has not only lost the specific lyrics, but also its general process. Unexpectedly, it hasn't been passed down at all. This is a big loss in China's academic community, which makes many experts and scholars regret it.

"Real?" Ding Yi thought, "If it is really like what he said, the sequel of Ten/Eight Touches is much better than the episode of Ten/Eight Touches. If the original lyrics are extracted, this book will certainly attract a large number of readers and attract a lot of hits. But it's a pity that this sequel, like Bai Juyi's "** Xing", has also been lost. It can be seen that excellent literary and artistic works inevitably fall into a lost fate. As the saying goes, it has been so beautiful since ancient times, and the same is true for excellent works. They are either lost or have no opportunity to publish. Alas."

Ding Yi sighed a lot of sentimentally and was about to continue to sigh, but he thought that in order not to slow down the pace of this book, he should continue to interrogate Zhang Tonggong, so he continued to ask: "It seems to make some sense for you to say this, but the sequel of Ten/Eight Touches is the same as the episode of Ten/Eight Touches. Since they are all musical works, there will naturally be rhythmic constraints. But at the end of your performance, two pieces of gongs collided with each other. The speed of impact actually exceeded the speed of light. Its decibel exceeded the shell, and even far exceeded the sound of "bed, bed" made by people at **. The sound was like cracking and deafening. Where is this playing music? It's obviously venting. There is no beat at all. How can we talk about music?

Zhang Tonggong said, "You don't know anything. My playing style is to play whatever I want, arbitrarily and spontaneously. In the process of playing, the music was organically combined with the scene described in the music at that time. In my last performance, the two gongs collided with each other. Although the impact speed exceeded the speed of light, there seemed to be no rhythm, but this was consistent with the actual situation of the ** movement described in the sequel to Ten/Eight Touches. Think about it, the initial stage of ** sports, of course, has some beats, just like the episode of Ten/Eight Touches. The sequel was also four-quarters at the beginning, but when it comes to the ** part, how can the athletes on both sides take care of the beat limit? Naturally, it is very fast 'bang bang bang bang', translated into the form of gong, that is, very fast 'bang bang bang'. In order to better express the scene at that time, I can only hit the gong at a speed that exceeds the speed of light. I only hate my limited ability. I can't play at a speed that is more than twice the speed of light. I can't make the performance more in line with the state that both sides can achieve at **. This is the only one in my perfect performance. It's not perfect."

"Then why did you fall to the ground at the end of your performance?" Since he was so unreasonable, Ding Yi also decided not to give up: "As an artist, just like a soldier on the battlefield, he can't fall to the ground without the last drop of blood. Similarly, you can't fall to the ground until the performance is over. You should bow to the audience and say, 'The performance is over, thank you for watching'. Then after the curtain falls, you can go backstage and do whatever you like. If you like it, you will fall to the ground. If you like it, you will fall to death. No one can control you. But at the end of the performance, you fell to the ground with two gongs. You fell to the ground and let all the dedicated literary and art predecessors see it. Aren't you despised by them? Let the size of the Fang family see it. Isn't it the consequence of being laughed at by him and laughing generously?

"The other party's friends said it well." Zhang Tongluo seemed to have returned to the arena of the university debate competition. The feather fan scarf was heroic, and Ding Yi's offensive was disbanded by talking and laughing: "The scene of my double gongs on the ground and people also fell to the ground is in line with the 16-word policy of 'do whatever you want, do whatever you want, and play casually' when I play it. Think about it again, ** exercise, when it comes to **, you must be so tired that you will collapse. According to their actual situation, they should be paralyzed on the other party's friend, oh no, paralyzed on the little sister who was touched ten/eight times. I played too much and devoted myself to the play. After the end of **, I naturally collapsed like the lyricist. Since there is no little sister touched here, I can't find a girl to let me collapse on her, so I have to collapse to the ground. The more I collapse to the ground, the more it shows my dedication, and the more it shows my dedication. The more this performance is seen by the audience, the more I should tip.

Zhang Tonggong circled around and finally got to the theme of this speech. That is "tup". To put it more clearly, it is to "give more tips" to Ding Yi.

Although Ding Yi has money, he adheres to a principle, that is, "I will definitely not give the money that should not be given." Although Zhang Tongluo is right, his passionate performance almost endangered his life and Xue Baochai. It's a good thing not to bother him. He also wants more tips. Isn't it whimsical?

If you don't give him money, you must say something. Otherwise, if you don't give it, you won't give it. You don't like it, so you don't give it. If I don't want to give it to me, I won't give it. That's the old hooligan's habit of an old warlord. As a new hooligan in the new era, Ding Yi is disgrily doing such a thing.

So he gave a reason to give a certain degree of justice to his behavior of not tipping Zhang Tongluo: "Although your performance is over, and as a value-added service, you also played the sequel of "Ten/Eight Touch" for us. You should have given you more tips. When you heard the word 't', your two Please don't shine for the time being, because your eyes are a little dizzy. Please listen to me continue: But, please pay attention to this 'but', this is my turning point. Why do I have to turn around? Because I don't want to tip you. Oh, no, no, because your behavior has to make me turn around. You said, I want to listen to Ten/Eight Touches. Naturally, I want to listen to Ten/Eight Touches with tunes. I don't just want to hear you knocking on the gong here. If you can play Ten/Eight Touch with a tune, I will naturally tip you. If I just want to listen to the gong, I don't need to listen here. Just go to the market to watch monkeys. In addition to the sound of gongs, you can also see monkeys dancing, right? So tell me about it yourself. Since you haven't played any tune, why should I tip you?

Zhang Tonggong was anxious and said, "I strictly fulfilled the contract in accordance with our agreement. You asked me to play Ten/Eight Touches. As a gong player, I naturally played the gong version of Ten/Eight Touches. In addition, I also attached a sequel to Ten/Eight Touches, which has been released in tears. At the end of the performance and the completion of the performance, you asked me to play Ten/Eight Touches with tunes. Isn't this deliberately difficult? How does the gong play the tune? As long as it is finished in the beat, my performance service will naturally end. Now that the performance is over, you should pay me a tip as agreed. If you don't pay, I will go to the Labor Arbitration Commission to sue you. Zhang Tonggong was furious.

If he really went to the labor arbitration committee to sue himself, it would have an impact on his company's goodwill. Besides, it was reported by the newspaper that Ding Yi wanted to listen to the traditional erotic word "Ten/Eight Touch", so he had a dispute with the gong player and spread it out, which would have a negative impact on the image of Ding Yi's idol school. After weighing the pros and cons, Ding Yi thought about giving him some tips and sent him away. It's a small thing. It's not interesting if it's a big deal.

But as a successful businessman, Ding Yi still bargained with his unique nature and Zhang Tonggong: "Well, considering that your performance is really hard, it is also appropriate to give you some tips. You shed tears, and you should give more tips, but you knock on the gongs to a sky-high price, just like playing monkeys, which is greatly reduced. The effect of this performance has been lowered, which has greatly reduced the level of this meal, so I can only give you some tips. It is impossible to give more.

"Where is it like playing with a monkey?" Zhang Tonggong shouted and said, "This is art. Please note that this is elegant art. I didn't expect it, but you understood it as a monkey? That's really unreasonable..."

Suddenly, a woman said not far from the door of the restaurant and said, "It's here. The sound of gongs just now came from here. Where's the monkey? Did the monkey fool leave so soon? I want to watch monkeys... I just want to watch monkeys."

I can't speak clearly, as if I'm drunk.

It seemed that someone heard the gong of Zhang Tonggong and thought that there was a monkey playing here, so he followed the sound.

Zhang Tonggong's face turned red and he was about to defend Ding Yi. He was about to say that the person who had just said that he wanted to see monkeys did not understand art, but when the sound sounded in Ding Yi's ear, Ding Yi was shocked.

Because this voice is so familiar to Ding Yi. For Ding Yi, this voice is so haunting. For Ding Yi, this sound makes him toss and turn. This sound is the voice that has been sounded countless times in Ding Yi's dream.

Oh, I'm sorry, this book is not a romance novel, so the above rhetorical method is wrong. It is not in line with the main style of this book and needs to be corrected.

The revised draft is as follows: ... This sound is so familiar. This sound was the sound that sounded countless times in the depths of Ding Yi's heart when he slept with bubbles at the corners of his mouth.