"This bull-nosed old way, to tell the truth, how can I find so many people. Cao Wei was a little annoyed.

I looked around.

Pedestrians come and go.

Instead, there are a few street performers.

"Is it in this group of people?" Cao Wei felt that it was possible.

After all, the person Zhuge Ji said is here.

Then eighty percent are permanent personnel.

The probability of being a passerby should not be high.

But it can't be said that there is no possibility of being a passerby.

"It's hard. The more Cao Wei thought about it, the more confused he became.

also took the initiative to become a street performer.

This entertainer put singing guys on the streets.

A microphone with a stereo next to it, and an electric guitar.

When Cao Wei approached, there were many people around.

The wandering singer in the center is a young man in his early twenties.

Holding the microphone, he is singing hard.

The music is dry.

With the young man's voice like a small steel cannon, it sounds very exciting.

Of course, Cao Wei still remembered what he was here for.

felt that the young man's age did not match his fate, and he moved to the next street performer.

Compared with the previous person, this person's configuration is several grades worse.

There is only one horse-head violin.

This horse-head fiddle is a Mongolian folk stringed instrument.

In Mongolian, it is called "Chaoer".

The body is wooden, about one meter long, with two strings, and the resonance box is trapezoidal, with a mellow sound, low turn, and a weak volume.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a shepherd who took his leg bones as pillars, skulls as tubes, and tail hairs as bowstrings to make a two-stringed piano, and carved a horse's head on the top of the handle according to the shape of the pony, so it was named the horse-head qin.

It is also because of the weak volume of this horse-head fiddle.

It's great for playing sad music.

It's like Cao Wei's "Loneliness" at the beginning, a lot of harmony of the horse-head qin was integrated.

It makes people's state of mind more like the feeling that the earth is only me.

"Are you Cao Wei?" Cao Wei was sighing about the history of this horse-head qin, when the street performer in front of him suddenly stood up.

Cao Wei was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Do you know me?"

"Of course I know, I like your song very much, especially the part that uses the harmony of the horse-head qin, which makes me fascinated. The wandering singer's face fluttered.

Cao Wei felt that things were not so exaggerated.

But after all, people are their own fans.

I had to put on a reluctant smile and asked, "You're Asian, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm Mongolian, but I also know Chinese. The wandering singer said excitedly.

Cao Wei said "oh", when he was really going to say goodbye.

Something suddenly came to mind

He looked the wandering artist up and down and asked, "Did you graduate from college?"

The street singer didn't know what Cao Wei meant.

But seeing that the idol was so interested in him, he still answered truthfully: "Actually, I graduated from so-and-so university and am still in the stage of studying abroad. ”

"Alas...," Cao Wei sighed.

I thought this was my fate.

Now when I look at my life experience, it seems that it doesn't match the word fate at all.

"What do you mean?" the street singer sighed when he saw Cao Wei, not knowing what he meant.

Cao Wei said: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm looking for a brother who I have been separated for a long time, and I inquired for a long time to find out that he is near here, but he is not a college student, nor is he an international student." ”

"I see. The street singer nodded his head.

"Can you sing or not? I've been waiting here for a long time. Someone's impatient voice rang out.

The street singer turned to look at the man.

The man was dressed in tatters.

In his left hand, he holds a broken bowl.

Holding a toothpick in his right hand, he is baring his teeth.

"The old beggar goes and comes every day, and every time he doesn't give money, and you want me to sing it to you, what do you want?" replied the street singer in the same impatient tone.

When the beggar heard this, he was immediately upset.

Pointing at the street singer's nose and scolding: "I listen to your songs to give you face, if it weren't for the sake of your skills, I wouldn't have bothered to come." ”

"Oh, you dare to pretend to be an uncle here with me, you really think I'm a bully, right?"

The beggars were also a little afraid.

After all, this international student from Mongolia is five big and three thick, and he is very strong.

"You wait for me, sooner or later, I will make you regret it. ”

"Get out!" shouted the street singer impatiently.

Cao Wei looked at the beggar at this time and said, "Sir, if you don't dislike it, I'll play a horse head qin for you?"

"You?" the beggar was clearly picky.

The street singer was unhappy and said: "Mr. Cao, don't pay attention to him, he is a scoundrel, there is no need to play for him." ”

Cao Wei smiled and said: "Young man, we don't distinguish between high and low, as long as we can talk about two sentences when we meet, it is fate, as if we can meet in this place where people come and go today, it means that we have a relationship, and we can't have a distance because of each other's identities." ”

"What the little brother said is reasonable, just rely on your words, I listen. "The beggar has an expression on his face that I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.

It's as if Cao Wei and others will play how ugly the concert is.

Seeing Cao Wei say this, the street singer also put away his stubborn temper.

Said slightly kindly: "I understand, and I ask Mr. Cao for advice." ”

"Then I'll borrow your horse-head qin first?" Cao Wei walked over.

The wandering singer nodded that it was okay.

Cao Wei walked a few steps to the vicinity of Matouqin.

Squat down and spread your legs.

Sit on a small bench and start playing the matouqin like a Mongolian.

The track is "Anwa Bridge".

It is different from the suona version that has been played before.

This time the tone was even sadder.

There is a feeling of reluctance in my heart before parting, when I bid farewell to my relatives.

... After a few minutes, a track ended.

There was an inexplicable crowd of people around.

Some even threw money at Cao Wei.

Cao Wei was stunned.

The beggars in the neighborhood were also a little moved.

said: "Young man, you play the horse-head piano so well. ”

Cao Wei did not become complacent.

Instead, he showed a very calm expression and said: "It's just a tune, it's best if it can bring happiness to the world, but if it's sadness, then I, Cao Wei, am a sinner, and I don't deserve to play music anymore." ”

"Young man, you are wrong, the true meaning of music is not only happiness, but by the performers to play with their hearts, through music to stimulate the true temperament of the listeners, to find the true feelings buried in their hearts, usually dare not show. The beggar said.

Cao Wei seemed to have an epiphany.

When he looked at the beggar, he opened his mouth and asked, "Did you go to college?"

"I didn't even go to school, let alone college. The beggar laughed at himself.

Cao Wei seemed to grasp some hope and asked, "Are you often in this area?" ”

"Yes, what do you want to do? I don't sell my art, I don't sell my body. The beggar looked at Cao Wei vigilantly.

Although he has no money and no talent.

He also looks a bit clown.

But it's a virgin.

For fear of being remembered.

"That's you, that's right. Cao Wei stood up excitedly and walked over.

The beggar stepped back.

"Don't come here, although I don't have any money, but I am also protected by the law, if you have any wrong thoughts about me, be careful that I will call the police to arrest you." ”

"What do you call him?" Cao Wei asked.

"The surname is Pang Mingxiao. The beggar took a few steps back and spoke.

Cao Wei muttered the name in his mouth.

How to pronounce and how to pronounce it.

I already decided in my heart that this was my destined person.

When he was about to invite him to join his co-workers.

Pang Xiao is gone.

I don't know where I went.

"Pang Xiao, you can't run out of my palm. Cao Wei smiled wickedly.

After looking around, there was no trace of Pang Xiao.

But Cao Wei didn't panic and whistled.

A small dog ran to Cao Wei's side, sticking out its tongue, waiting for Cao Wei's command.