This song is not difficult, three points of story, seven points of confession, empathy, natural tears.

At the end of the song, he put down the microphone peacefully.

The applause rang out instantly, some people moistened their eyes, some people looked up at the ceiling, and some people took off their glasses,

Of course, there is no shortage of people who are just joining in the fun and busy recording videos with their mobile phones.

There are many different types of life------

There were also many people who began to take out the red envelope and put the cash into the guitar box, but some people wanted to put it in the bag of Enron, but Enron had already sealed the bag.

"Tsk, if it goes on like this, it won't be tens of thousands a day, but it's going to be a hundred thousand a month?" An Ran glanced at the almost full Gita box, not knowing whether to be happy or speechless.

Is there another job with an annual salary of one million?

He didn't expect that he would be recognized by so many people on a whim.

It is true that he has many fans, but many fans are actually because he is rich.

Recognition like this is a really different experience.

"Maybe in the future, if you don't have any money, you can make a living from it. An Ran thought with a smile.

There are at least 200 people around, and the applause lasts for a long time, don't look at the passers-by, they have a more intuitive experience of whether the song is good or not.

As the system says, painting is a window to the soul and can depict the inner world, while music is the throbbing of the soul and pouring out feelings.

What really touches people's hearts is not songs, but feelings, sounds that touch the heartstrings.

You can't touch the heartstrings of others and give others a different feeling, why do others give you a tip?

"Thank you!" An Ran smiled as he bowed.

He thinks it's a very good feeling.

"One more song. ”

Someone in the crowd immediately shouted loudly, and as soon as this shout, it immediately received a large number of appeals.

"One more song, just sing the one you just had, although you lied to my tears, but I like to be abused. ”

"Yes, sing well, although life is very difficult, but life is still worth it, another song, go home with a smile, listen to this song, I can always think of my two cubs, although they are both bear children, but really cute------"

"Dude, you stand here, I'll go across the road and buy you two oranges------"

"Haha------ yes, the bear kid is the most annoying, buy him two oranges!"

"Seriously, singing to my heart, I still remember when I was a child, it was still 85 years, there was no car in the middle of the night, I had a high fever, my dad took me to the hospital scene, it was raining heavily, and no one else held an umbrella, but my dad in order to prevent me from getting wet, he held me in his arms, hooked his waist and ran all the way to the hospital------"

Some people share their stories, and their eyes get wet as they talk.

There are also people showing off, showing off their history of struggle in the capital, from graduating from college, to starting a family, to enrolling their children------

Looking at the passers-by who were crying and laughing, An Ran also smiled at this moment, and his heart was a little inexplicably touched.

"Okay, although everyone has a story, but I don't have any alcohol here, let's scatter it, don't block the road,"

An Ran had already seen that there was a chengguan not far away to maintain order, and he also saw the two men in black, there was naturally a reason why the chengguan didn't come, but even if the chengguan dredged the flow of people, there was some congestion here.

Although it was the first time for the chengguan to do this kind of thing, Enron didn't want to make too much trouble.

So immediately accept it when it is good, but seeing that An Ran is not going to sing, the crowd gradually quieted down, and then rewarded and rewarded, and those who went home dispersed.

After all, everyone has their own trajectory, if it weren't for An Ran's singing, it did touch the chords in the depths of my heart, but just like ordinary street performers, there are really not many who can stop and be nostalgic.

Just like the three of Yang Yixin just now, there are only more than a dozen people at most.

And the flow of people is still changing at any time, coming and going, coming and going.

handed the microphone to Yang Yixin, and before An Ran could speak, Yang Yixin spoke: "You are so good, you sing much better than me, or it won't be long before you can make your debut, and then you will be an instant hit." ”

Yang Yixin gave An Ran a thumbs up, then pointed to the guitar box and said, "Look at it, we don't earn as much as you do in a few minutes a day." ”

"Don't milk me, I'm not as professional as you!" smiled, An Ran said again: "You sing very well, no worse than some stars, maybe when someone hears your singing, you can make your debut." ”

"I know my own level, our band has been here for more than two years, and if the level is really so good, it won't be that much if it's still playing hide and seek with the chengguan. ”

Yang Yixin made a little joke, and then took the guitar case: "The money in this is basically your credit, but I have the cheekiness to leave a third, you count it, there are more than 8,000, we take more than 2,000, and the remaining more than 5,000 is yours." ”

An Ran glanced at Yang Yixin, who began to count the money, and was a little funny.

This girl is not bad, at least her soul is really beautiful.

Divide the bottom line, hold the duty, not greedy, not jealous.

So thinking about it, An Ran squatted down, held down Yang Yixin's action of counting the money, and said: "Don't count, didn't I say it just now, please, my part should be regarded as what I invited you." ”

After speaking, An Ran turned around and put on his painting tools, and planned to leave.

Yang Yixin looked at An Ran's back in a daze, and was a little at a loss for a while.

When the boy on the other side saw this, he immediately walked up.

whispered beside Yang Yixin: "Yixin, go and keep him, if he can join our band in the future, maybe we won't have a chance to make an official debut!"

I don't know what I thought, Yang Yixin heard the words of his companion, immediately stood up, and suddenly shouted at An Ran's back: "Wait a minute!"

An Ran stopped and turned his head to look at Yang Yixin suspiciously.

Yang Yixin picked up the guitar on the side, ran up quickly, and after standing about a meter in front of An Ran, he immediately bowed and said, "Thank you!"

After that, he straightened up and handed the guitar to An Ran: "You gave me a painting, as a gift in return, I also want to give you this guitar, although the value cannot be compared with your painting, but it is the only gift my father gave me before I arrived in Beijing!"

The guitar is not a brand, and it is probably only worth three or four hundred, and it has a signature on it.

Yang Yixin's exclusive!

An Ran smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze from looking at the guitar, and then looked at Yang Yixin: "Then I'm welcome, maybe you will become a big star by then, and this guitar will be worth a lot." ”

Yang Yixin was relieved to see An Ran accept the guitar, and said with a smile: "If I really become a big star, you come to me, and next time I will invite you to eat all over the capital!"

"Yes, just say this to you, next time I have to fight the local tyrant!" An Ran said with a smile.

Yang Yixin didn't say much, and An Ran turned to leave.

At this time, seeing An Ran leaving, the previous boy ran up quickly again, looking at An Ran's back and looking at Yang Yixin with hope:

"How's it going? Yixin, did he promise you?"

The boy's eyes were full of hope, at first he really didn't like An Ran, after all, An Ran just painted Yang Yixin, but An Ran's income was several times that of them.

However, after seeing An Ran's singing voice, his mind changed, if An Ran could join them, they would not get too many benefits.

Yang Yixin glanced at his companion when he heard this, and smiled: "No!"

"Then how did he accept your guitar?" the boy looked disappointed.

"Guan Wen, compared to us, is a real artist. ”

Yang Yixin didn't explain, but changed the topic, looking at An Ran's direction with fluttering eyes,

Then he continued, "Do you remember the dreams of the three of us?"

Without waiting for the boy to answer, Yang Yixin glanced at another companion who came up and said: "I remember that Zhou Ping was eighteen years old that year, you were just one year older than Zhou Ping, and I was two months younger than Zhou Ping.

We are determined to make a breakthrough in the capital together, you beat the drum kit, Zhou Ping picked up the bass, and I also followed you with the guitar,

We only had fourteen yuan left on us at that time, and we still bought fourteen white-flour steamed buns so that we wouldn't go hungry.

But we had to sleep on the streets at night, but the next day we got our first tip, which I remember clearly, it was fifty-seven dollars and five cents------"

Yang Yixin fell into memory, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and the two boys were equally silent when they heard this.

"At that time, although it was actually very tiring, it was the happiest time, because we were for our dreams!"

Saying that, Yang Yixin shook his head and looked at the two: "But now we have changed, because we have grown up, have more ideas, and become more mature in our thoughts, so now there are only two words left in our eyes, and we have ------all changed."