Christmas Eve, this is a big festival in South Africa.

Most of the residents in the resort town are white, but there are not many Christians. This can be seen from the lack of a church in the town. However, they also attach great importance to Christmas Eve and Christmas. Tonight, every household is reunited and they eat at home, but the restaurants in the town are still crowded.

All tourists!

Yang Shubao estimated that the traffic flow in the reserve today exceeded 1,000, which was the largest traffic flow when he built the reserve.

He was tired after a day of busy work, so he definitely didn't want to work as a helper in the restaurant. But Mason swore that Lu Penghui and Durham held a concert in the restaurant, and he decided to go and have a look.

Lu Penghui and Durum do have good voices. When their alma mater held a youth singer competition, the two of them sang duets to shock the whole school.

It’s not that they sang very well, but mainly because the song they chose was called “Intimate Love”…

Uncle Yang told Nicole this as an interesting thing. Nicole didn't understand what was interesting. Uncle Yang took out his mobile phone and searched for "The Intimate Lover" and the sanitary napkin advertisement, and told him the meme of the song.

Nicole smiled after understanding it, but Old Yang felt that she was smiling perfunctorily.

The front of the fast restaurant was full of buses, and it was crowded. Fortunately, Xixi provided supplies in advance, otherwise she would not have been able to entertain so many guests today.

There was also a venue in the full restaurant, and a simple stage was built, with a microphone and a drum set on it. It looked like that when surrounded by the dining table.

Durum and Lu Penghui were studying something around the bar. When they saw them, they smiled and waved.

Nicole walked over and asked with a smile, "Harrow, what are you doing?"

"We are discussing the songs we sang at the next meeting. Chinese people are very particular about getting off to their best, so we need to pick a song that will shock the audience to give a good start to the evening's Peace Song Night," said Durham.

Nicole teased: "What about "The Lover in My Heart"?"

Durren suddenly stared at Yang Shubao with wide eyes: "Have he told you about our past?"

Nicole said, "Yes, but he just said it casually and I recorded it."

Durham sneered: "This bastard must have not told you casually. It was right for us to sing on stage at that time, but there were people dancing. Who would you please tell me?"

Uncle Yang's face changed: "You guys study it first, Nicole, come with me, let's go and debug the snow sprayer."

Xixi, who was walking past the wine, was surprised and said, "What are you debugging? Isn't this already used?"

There was no one in the reserve at night, so they brought the snow sprayer back. Mason opened it immediately, and then there were snowflakes spraying out continuously.

Uncle Yang couldn't leave anymore, so he had to laugh and said, "Brother Lun, don't you slap someone in the face."

Lu Penghui squeezed his eyes at Nicole with malicious intentions: "Do you know the relationship between the song "Intimate Lover" and a certain woman's essentials?"

"I know, advertise this kind of necessities, right?"

"Then you should have thought of Lao Yang's nickname? We went on stage to sing this song and found Lao Yang to dance with him. To be honest, this is a match made by heaven!"

Nicole suddenly understood what was going on, and she was laughing like a trembling tree.

This time my smile is not perfunctory

Uncle Yang took a sip of beer in disappointment. Made miscalculated and shot himself in the foot!

As night fell, light began to rise in the center of the stage. Mason took the drumsticks to the stage, and there was a non-mainstream man wearing leather jacket and leather pants, with red and green on his face.

Uncle Yang looked carefully and recognized the man as Hall. He walked up and asked, "Hey, Walker, your image now is quite different from your usual ones."

Hall shivered his legs like Elvis, and then flicked the electric bass, shaking like a tumbler.

Immediately some diners began to whistle at him, and a white boy ran up to shiver as he was.

Hall squeezed his eyes at the teenager, and the teenager's mother came up and pulled him away and apologized: "Sorry, my son always likes to imitate him and got Parkinson's grandfather. This is very rude and I will criticize him."

These words hit Hall's forehead like a bullet.

Durum and Lu Penghui came on stage, and Lu Penghui had a guitar hanging in front of him. Combined with his tall body and slightly depressed temperament, it was really delicious.

Mason raised his right arm and quickly turned the drumsticks, then the drumsticks flew out.

Uncle Yang couldn't stand it and took the lead in making fun of laughter.

Mason was thick-skinned and stood up and shouted, "Mrs., friends from Europe, America, Asia and Oceania, tonight is the night of the Lord and the night of carnival. We invited two pop kings from the mysterious ancient country of China, and let us raise our glasses to welcome them to perform!"

A bunch of arms raised in the room, and someone lies on the stairs to watch the fun and raises his glasses. These are diners on the second floor.

The prelude rang. When Yang Shubao heard this, he was very familiar with the fire in winter.

The old rules, Durum lead singer Lu Penghui responded, Mason and Hall followed the music score for a blind manipulation, and Yang Shubao was dazzled.

Li Chaoyang said in surprise: "Brother, is this singing wrong?"

Zhang Yang, who had a disinteresting personality, shouted: "Brother Chaoyang, why are you so old-fashioned? What's wrong with this kind of occasion? What you want is an atmosphere and sing along with it - you are like that fire, awesome! A fire!"

The atmosphere in the restaurant is indeed hot enough, and Durham is prone to excitement when he sings. He sings and takes off his microphone and shuttles between the dining tables.

Then several people reached out their hands, with green dollars on their fingers.

Uncle Yang took a bottle of beer and leaned against the door while watching and laughing. Compared with last year, this year's Christmas Eve was really lively.

Last Christmas Eve was dominated by small town residents. The consumption power of small town residents was incomparable to tourists. Moreover, they were used to the clear and sloppy life in the resort town, and the residents also tended to be quiet and quiet, not as excited as tourists.

Dulun and Lu Penghui sang five songs in a row, jumping and sweating profusely. They put down their microphones and prepared to take a break. At this time, Zhang Ju walked onto the stage and said, "The fire of revolution cannot be extinguished, and the song of revolution cannot be stopped. Come on, I will take a song."

Li Chaoyang and others whistled, Zhang Ju waved to the two of them in a decent manner, and then he spoke a mellow baritone voice: "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the hero..."

Although Yang Shubao is not a musician, he can also listen to some tricks. The taste of Zhang Ju singing this sentence is different from that of Durham. He asked Zhang Yang: "Your brother is not of average level."
Chapter completed!