Even Zhang Wenbo himself didn't know that his mental power was now unprecedentedly strong, and under such full attention, he was able to infect people.

It can expand the effect of the song countless times, and the impact on people's emotions is also greatly increased.

Compared to hypnosis, it has been raised several notches.

Seeing that everyone loves to listen to this song, they sang it even more with a smile, over and over again.

As the number of onlookers increased, and finally even the chef who was cooking ran out to see the excitement when he heard the movement, and the sad atmosphere became more obvious.

A scene conjured up in everyone's eyes, a woman as delicate as a lilac, but in the most beautiful years, she died young, lying in a mound full of flowers.

Although the man in front of him was down, he had a noble expression, a tall posture, and no inferiority complex.

The expression is not sad or happy, as if the heart is like ashes or sees through the world, and it is like a prince in distress, lonely and melancholy but proud.

Although his face is full of dirt, his teeth are as white as jade, which makes people unable to arouse the slightest disgust, but like a white lotus in the mud, people cannot be despised it.

With the last sentence: I am here with you, guarding you for the rest of my life, the aftermath fell, and there were already women in tears, grief could not help themselves, and threw herself into the arms of her companions and cried.

Even the men had their eyes blurred with tears.

Doubts arose in everyone's hearts: Could it be that this person became like this because of love?

Hey, that's how it should be, everyone's heart is heavier, where is the desire to eat?

After Zhang Wenbo sang a few times, he found that everyone looked at him as if he was mourning, and his grief was uncontrollable, and he couldn't figure out how this could happen?

He just feels a little good about this song, and it's not too sad, isn't it?

Seeing so many people surrounding me and not leaving, it was inevitable that if I continued to sing, I would inevitably delay people's dinner, so I sang another song and planned to leave.

This song is very old, but Zhang Wenbo started with this song when he learned guitar, and the crisp chord sound made him love to listen to it, and he has not forgotten it after many years, and it may be possible to eliminate a little sad atmosphere after singing.

It's just a few words just sung, and everyone is infected by the emotion of leaving their hometown, they are all far away from home to work here, and they can't go home for a few months, who will miss home?

The combination of feelings and nostalgia makes everyone's hearts even more sad.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenbo hurriedly finished singing, put on his guitar, and took the empty bag and backpack.

Just as he was about to leave, Wang Long of the Labor and Management Division, who had gone through the formalities for him, stepped forward and said with a heavy expression: Master Zhang, I think you should go home and wait for news, if something happens to you, the unit will not be able to explain to your family.

Zhang Wenbo was recognized by an acquaintance, and he was also a little embarrassed, lowered his head and said: Don't bother, I'm fine, I don't want to run back and forth, just wait here, and strode away after speaking.

Everyone looked at his back farther and farther away in a daze, only to feel that the figure was so lonely and desolate, and the flat burden on his back was heavy, as if he was about to lose his breath.

After reacting, he remembered that Wang Lung seemed to know this person, so they all called him.

Wang Lung didn't know the situation, he only heard Captain Zhang Wenbo mention it to him, it seemed that he had asked for leave to get married, and finally got mentally ill, and he took a few months of leave, and just applied for leaving his post this morning.

There were also Zhang Wenbo's classmates and alumni in the crowd, but they never expected that it was him who asked for food, and they were silent for a long time.

The so-called things hurt like that, and no one can be happy to see the young man who used to be so handsome now become like this.

So he introduced Zhang Wenbo's situation to the people present: Since he joined the work at the age of 16, he has been in the drilling team, and he has never talked to anyone.

Everyone remembered the song just now, which confirmed that he became like this because he was trapped in love, and his fiancée, who had been in love for many years, had an accident and was hit to go insane.

Hey, poor that, singing is so good, he should be a very talented person, and he is so infatuated, which makes people feel even more pity.

They are all from the same unit, and even if many people don't know each other, they are deeply sympathetic, and they have no appetite, and they leave the canteen one by one in frustration.

At noon that day, the people who went to eat in the drilling canteen went on a collective hunger strike.

Zhang Wenbo walked on the road, still unable to understand: It's so weird, how can it be so? It is said that the singing is not good, and there are so many people listening, why is it that no one applauds or gives a steamed bun to express it?

My new career, it ended in failure, and no one even gave me a steamed bun, hey, fortunately, there was leftover bread in the bag.

I took out half a bottle of mineral water and two pieces of bread from my bag and ate it, I don't want to think about it, let's absorb the sunshine and cultivate first, and then go in the afternoon.

Find a canteen with a lot of people, see that they like to listen to it, no one gives something may be too early to go by themselves, everyone hasn't eaten yet, go late in the afternoon, someone will definitely give.

So in the afternoon, I went to the canteen of the oilfield workers, and saw everyone in the distance before I walked to the door and found a place not far from the door to sit down.

There is also a big stainless steel wrist in front, which he bought with money when he came, and since he wants to eat, he must have a look of asking for food, reminding them not to forget to give a steamed bun or cold dish after listening.

What to sing? No more sad songs.

Since it's on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, let's sing about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, it's mainly for the occasion, and I tried it that day, and the effect is amazing, and it will definitely be able to calm them.

Anyway, I have to have a good start today, and I can't go back on an empty stomach like at noon.

Zhang Wenbo is very confident in this song, it can't help but absorb the high-pitched and loud singing of Tibetan folk songs, majestic but uninhibited, free and unrestrained, the whole song spans three octaves, it is difficult for ordinary people to sing it, it is very suitable for singing here, and more importantly, it can show its strength.

People who can't sing well will look stiff and stereotyped even if they barely sing it, and lose their soul, which is a great test of their singing skills.

And now I don't have a vocal range limit, and it's hard to sing any song, even if there is no microphone amplification, the effect of my own gas transmission may not be much worse than the microphone effect.

What's more important is that buddy's voice is more penetrating than the microphone, buddy can send the sound into the sky, can you microphone?

Zhang Wenbo worked so hard to achieve a good singing effect, mainly because there would definitely be acquaintances who would see it after a while, and his identity must have been exposed after his appearance in the drilling canteen at noon.

Although he said it beautifully, saying that he wanted to put aside the shackles of false fame and concentrate on cultivation, in fact, deep down he still wanted to retain a trace of his last dignity.

Even if it is reduced to the point of selling and singing and asking for food, I hope to rely on this bastard to eat, if there is no one to take care of it, it is really not as good as a dog.

Seeing that someone had come out after eating, and still holding the beaten rice in his hand, he plucked the strings and sang with his throat.