Ed Sheeran was a little nervous at this point. The pen %fun %www.biquge.info no, strictly speaking, it is very nervous.

Little could he have imagined that he would win the opportunity to perform in the pioneer village. It's a pioneer village! It's a once-in-a-lifetime underground stage for indie singers!

For the general public, the pioneer village has no reputation, and tourists do not choose to visit it, and similar pubs in Greenwich Village are not a hundred or eighty, but just an ordinary pub on the side of the road, but among the real insiders, the name of the pioneer village is thunderous, not because of how "famous" the stage is, but because of how professional the crowd is, and it is enough to make an independent singer famous by word of mouth.

To put it simply, the pioneer village strips away all the commercial atmosphere and completely returns to the essence of music, testing the true strength of the singer, whether the performance is good or bad, and whether the performance is wonderful or not, at a glance.

Ed never imagined that he would win the opportunity to perform in the pioneer village, which was so beautiful that it was a little too good. He felt as if his feet were on the clouds, floppy and devoid of a point of focus, and his blank mind couldn't even remember how it had happened.

Then Ed saw Lan Li walking towards him.

A white T-shirt with black jeans, a sky-blue denim jacket over it, and short blond-brown curly hair that seemed to be much longer than the last time we saw each other - and much more messy, bohemian and drooping, a far cry from the suit and leather shoes of the night of the awards ceremony, as if a different person inside and out.

"You're here. With a smile on the corner of Lan Li's mouth, a simple greeting pulled Ed down from above the clouds, and the sense of solidity from his feet made everything real, "How is it?"

Ed's tongue was a little knotted, and his brain was a little knotted, "uh......" Then Ed scooped out a stack of things from his pocket, held it in his palm, and handed it to Lan Li - that look, it looked like the masked man in "Spirited Away", then Lan Li himself was ...... Chihiro?

After the brain was filled, Lan Li couldn't help but laugh, this expression made Ed more and more cramped and uneasy, looking at Lan Li with a blank and panicked face, at a loss.

Lan Li quickly restrained his smile, stretched out his hands, and then watched Ed put all those crumpled banknotes in his palm, the small pile looked like a small mountain, "I need to count them." Lan Li said seriously, a faint smile flashing in his eyes.

This response made Ed's nervous mood relaxed-this was the cash he had worked so hard to accumulate, if Lan Li just took it and put it away casually, as if he didn't care at all, then he would definitely feel lost, but Lan Li's serious but relaxed attitude showed enough respect to put the two of them on an equal footing.

Ed couldn't help but scratch his head and showed a big smile.

"Come with me, I'm an old acquaintance here. Lan Li motioned for Ed to follow, and led Ed to the reserved booth in the corner, carefully leveling all the cash, folding it, and counting it one by one.

Although the cash seems to be a mess, Lan Li knows that these are probably the money saved by Ed after his street performance, and behind every banknote is his hard work. Lan Li knows better than anyone how hard-won this is.

"Exactly. It's two hundred and fifty dollars in total, right?" Lan Li's question made Ed quickly nod in affirmation, and Lan Li said with a smile, "How is it?

Ed thought about it for a moment, "It's better here than Los Angeles." After saying that, he felt that this was too general, so he added, "One day's income here is worth a week's performance in Los Angeles." "I always thought there were more opportunities in Los Angeles. ”

"Los Angeles is a city for actors, but New York is a city for art. Lan Li's words made Ed suddenly realize.

Los Angeles and New York are both cities where street performances are very popular, but there is a clear difference between the two cities: the streets of Los Angeles are more of performers or jugglers, such as artists in Iron Man costumes taking pictures with tourists, and street performances of fire-breathing stunts, while in New York, the streets are more about violin performances, guitar singing, and even symphony performances. Of course, there are no absolutes, but relatively speaking, the two cities have such a tendency to be different.

So, for a folk singer like Ed, New York is his paradise. As long as you sit down and sing on the streets of Greenwich Village, or in the Broadway subway station, it is not difficult to earn three hundred or four hundred dollars a day.

"How about it, what new inspirations have you had for songwriting lately?" Lan Li's active question made Ed a little shy and a little excited, and he said urgently, "I saw your news report in Toronto, it's everywhere. ”

This made Lan Li chuckle, "I thought what we were talking about right now was music. After a day at Mount Sinai Hospital, the last thing he needs now is to keep talking about Toronto.

Ed nodded again and again, and said excitedly, "When I was in England before, I wrote a tune, but it was never perfected. Last week at the corner of 42nd Street and Broadway, I finally made it happen!"

Forty-second Street, as Blue Lane knows, is the famous Red Light District on the island of Manhattan.

"So you're going to play tonight, right?" Lan Li picked up, which emboldened Ed and continued talking.

Night had completely fallen, and after half-past eight, the bar was finally a little lively. However, because it was a Monday, there were only eight or nine tables of customers in the store, and the whole bar was still a little empty. The performance, which was scheduled to start at half past eight, was also postponed to nine.

Although there weren't many people in the bar, Ed couldn't help but get nervous, not because of the number of people he faced when he was in a Los Angeles bar, but because of the venue, which was a pioneer village!

This caused Ed's adrenaline to start climbing.

From Ed's performance, you can hear his nervousness, his voice is not fully opened, resulting in some problems in the details, and the problem that his voice is too thin is also exposed, and the whole performance seems a little tight.

For Lan Li, he thinks it is understandable, not to mention that Ed is only nineteen years old this year, two years younger than Lan Li, just to say that this is Ed's first official performance stage, and it is not a simple matter to control the audience. Just look back at Lan Li's first scene in the "Pacific War".

However, this was incomprehensible to the pub audience, and the same question came to the minds of almost every guest - what happened to the resident singer of the pioneer village today?

Stanley couldn't help but sweat in his palms, before tonight's performance, Stanley first had a simple audition, that is, let Ed play a track directly, although Ed's singing at that time was not amazing, but it did have potential, and tonight's performance was too abnormal.

Ed couldn't help but panic a little, and after singing the song, the sharply vibrating pupils revealed the true emotions in his heart, and the fledgling youth could barely hide it. But compared to Lan Li's young age to show such an old control, Ed's performance is closer to his age.

For a while, Ed was a little stunned when he sat in the center of the stage, Lan Li couldn't help but hold his forehead, and had to remind him loudly, "That one just now." ”

Ed reacted for a moment, then remembered, forced himself to compose, and began to pluck the strings again, the clear melody slowly flowing from the milky yellow halo, a faint sadness and a shallow coldness revealed between the notes, "White lips, pale face, inhaling white snowflakes, blackened lungs, sour mouth." The lights went out, the day passed, still worrying about the rent, the long night, the strange man. ”

This is Ed Sheeran's famous song, "The-A-Team", the sad lyrics and the cold melody complement each other, and the tragic life of a prostitute/woman is outlined in just a few words, especially the sentence "This world is so cold that even angels can't fly", which touched the hearts of countless listeners.

Now Ed is still young, but it is precisely this youthfulness that brings the most primitive, purest and most real emotions, and slowly renders the emotions in the song. Perhaps, Ed's voice is still a little thin and still trembling slightly, perhaps, Ed's singing skills are still a little immature, and he can't finish singing with ease...... But he interprets the essence of the ballad, which is enough to impress the audience.

The agitation and chatter in the pioneer village gradually calmed down, and it was obvious that people could not help but temporarily stop their busyness and cast their eyes.

At this time, the door of the bar was opened again, and a middle-aged man walked in, skillfully finding a place to sit down. His movements were very light, barely making much noise, and did not disturb Eddard's performance.

Lan Li reflexively turned his head and looked over, and found that it was an old familiar customer, and he didn't need Lan Li to step forward, so naturally a waiter would greet him. Then, Lan Li retracted his gaze again and looked at Ed in the center of the stage.

The Pioneer Village has such a magic, in a small space, all the eyes of the guests are firmly locked on the performer in the center of the stage, stripped of all additional attributes, and only focused on the music and the performance. As long as their performance is good enough, the audience is willing to give them applause!

When the "top" was sung, "pop papa", the pioneer village did not hesitate to make the most direct response.