"Dad, Mom, don't worry, it's going to be fine. ”

Zhang Xuanchen stepped forward to comfort.

I saw my son coming.

Liu Yuxin cheered up and said:

"Hey, I'm just whining.

This doesn't work, let's go do something else.

It's impossible to starve to death anyway. ”

"Our barbecue restaurant is famous on this street for its good taste and fresh ingredients.

Isn't there a little more decoration on the other side, and what kind of singer has been invited......

The last time I went to his house, the meat was about to go bad.

It's all about ingredients and a crazy sprinkling of salt to mask the flavor on it.

What a sin!"

Zhang Ao said unconvinced.

Thinking that Bai Jingqi still has a long time to come.

Zhang Xuanchen said with a smile:

"Mom and Dad, don't worry.

They have singers, and we have too!"

"Huh?"

Liu Yuxin looked at Zhang Xuanchen and said helplessly:

"How can we afford to hire singers!"

"I don't want money!

Isn't this far away, close at hand?"

Zhang Xuanchen said with a smile.

Anyway, as long as Bai Jingqi comes, everything can be solved.

simply, help the parents relieve their frustration first, and coax the second elder to be happy.

"You're not saying...... You, right?"

Zhang Ao said speechlessly:

"Xiao Fan, you have been incomplete since you were a child.

I haven't had a few music lessons either.

If you open your voice, I'm afraid no one will want to come. ”

Zhang Xuanchen almost fell to the ground all at once.

How you despise your son!

Although his cultivation is still very low.

It's easy to adjust the timbre and change the voice to the point where you can't rubbish anymore!

And.

Zhang Xuanchen has countless "original songs" brought from the earth!

As long as he wants.

It's no problem to become the world's top singer in minutes.

It's just that Zhang Xuanchen doesn't want to be it.

"Wait!"

said.

Zhang Xuanchen went to the music bar next door, which was also not very good, and explained the situation to the boss.

The owner of the music bar knows Zhang Xuanchen's parents.

I know that this old couple is very kind-hearted and very conscientious in business.

So I didn't think about it.

lent his best guitar to Zhang Xuanchen.

Soon.

Zhang Xuanchen came to the front of the barbecue stall.

The dim light just shrouded him in it, like a beam of light on the stage.

After trying to tune in a few chords.

A few migrant workers who came to Shanglin Street to eat stopped with interest to see what kind of songs this young student could sing.

"Ahem...... Hello brothers and sisters.

I'm a singer invited by the Champion Barbecue Restaurant.

If the song is good.

Please come to the store for some barbecue, it's an encouragement to me, okay?"

Zhang Xuanchen said.

Liu Yuxin covered her face with her hands, looking faceless.

Doesn't she know what her son looks like?

It also sings to attract guests......

It's good not to sing away the guests who should have come!

However, Liu Yuxin did not stop Zhang Xuanchen.

After his son was kicked out of the family, it was rare to be so happy.

Do whatever you want!

Anyway, there is no business, so it's better to let him live happily.

But many people eating at the barbecue bar opposite showed disdainful expressions.

This year, everyone has come out to sing. ”

"No matter how good the singing is, can it be as good as the original singing?"

"That's right, there's money for you, how good it would be for Lao Tzu to go to the concert!"

"Hehe, I just like to listen to people sing for free, and I don't pay for it!"

"This kid looks like a high school student. At a young age, I dare to learn to come out and sing, this time my brother will let you know the hardships of society. ”

"That's right, when he finishes singing in a while, let's cheer and this kid to death!"

A few drunk guys were ready to taunt Zhang Xuanchen.

Gently sweep the chords.

Zhang Xuanchen has a lot of memories, recalling the days in his previous life, when he had not yet come into contact with the cultivation realm after the death of his parents.

At that time, he could be said to have lived a bitter batch.

Sleep in a bridge every day.

When I get up early in the morning, I have to pick up those jobs that only cost a few dozen dollars a day.

It's been more than a year!

almost wiped out Zhang Xuanchen's spirit.

Look at the many migrant workers in front of you who are similar to your previous life.

Zhang Xuanchen swept the guitar and sang slowly:

"I tore a page from my dream

I don't know how to write tomorrow

Who is the cold street and the cold lights shine

A rain wet the night

How to give your gentleness

The cold wind blows cold and the cold blows non-stop......"

The song.

It was sung by a man named Adu on Earth.

The inspiration comes from Adu's early experience, before entering the music scene, Adu worked as a construction worker for 7 years, during which he experienced a lot of bitterness, and this song is about the real survival of an ordinary worker.

When Zhang Xuanchen's singing came out.

Liu Yuxin raised her head in shock.

As if he had seen a ghost, he looked at Zhang Xuanchen.

This......

Is this really his own son who has no five tones?

The voice...... How can it be so magnetic?

The owner of the bar was also stunned!

Before, he thought that Zhang Xuanchen was just playing for a while, borrowing his guitar to play casually.

But he didn't expect that he could play and sing such a moving and beautiful song!

With Zhang Xuanchen's singing, the sad artistic conception seeps into people's hearts, just like thick black ink opening on the most plain white rice paper, and no one can stop the deepest rendering, because it goes straight to people's hearts.

The people who were eating stopped their chopsticks and watched the teenager's performance.

People who were still walking on the road were also attracted by the song.

"The man was under the flyover

Leave a phone number waiting for work

I want to ask him how many people have called him

Let go of the phone

The code that guides the lost mind

My future is still unanswered......"

When the lyrics come out.

Many migrant workers feel a sour nose.

They remembered the days of waiting for work under the flyover.

On the rustic face, there is only exhaustion.

Holding a sign, hoping that the employer will take him to work.

A phone number with a job waiting for a job written on it.

It is likely that no one calls a few times a year.

Sometimes, I can't wait for a few days to work, so I can only sleep under the overpass, eat steamed buns and pickles, and barely survive.

There is never hope in life.

When I woke up early in the morning, I felt panicked, but I had to compete with others for the opportunity to work.

That kind of confusion......

How can people who have no experience understand?

"The old phone tore a page

Who is left of my friends

The cold heart is choking with cold dreams

The two of them tore up all night

No matter how tightly you hug it, you can't sleep

Cold your cold tears wet the night ......"

Swish!

When the lyrics come out.

The tear ducts of all migrant workers have collapsed.

Tears unconsciously welled up in his eyes.

It was an act that could not be taken into one's own hands, and it was purely an emotion that came from the heart.