As night falls, the lights come on.

It was not yet autumn, and the warm wind was slow, but Ah Zhe raised his hand and tightened his collar, feeling a little cold.

In fact, it is not the air cold, but the heart is cold.

Under the reflection of the street lamp, Ah Zhe dragged out an elongated figure, revealing some gloom, some loneliness, and more exhaustion, mental exhaustion.

Ah Zhe is a street singer, he likes music, he likes to sing, but to be honest, he is actually very resistant to singing on the street.

Because he is a street singer is very special, because of an accident when he was a child, his entire right arm was cut off, and his left hand is also a little deformed, even holding the microphone is a little difficult, and the posture is very awkward.

Every time he sings on the street, watching passers-by pointing at him, Ah Zhe can't stand it, those cold eyes and ridicule are just that, he has been used to it since he was a child, and gradually numb, the key is that those eyes full of sympathy and pity deeply hurt his self-esteem.

Many passers-by came forward with a sense of sympathy and gave him a reward, at this time Ah Zhe was in a very bad mood while opening his mouth to thank him, feeling that he was not a street singer, but more like a beggar, relying on his severe disability to sympathize and beg for food.

If he could, Ah Zhe would prefer that everyone would reward him because he liked his singing, but unfortunately, more people always focused on his mutilated and deformed arms.

"Today's Optics Valley Square is so lively, this music and cheers and applause, is it the "Voice of China" that was very heavily advertised a while ago?" Ah Zhe glanced up at the Optics Valley Square not far away, and was strongly attracted by the music, so he stepped forward to take a look, but after thinking of something, he showed a gloomy face, not only did not step forward, but deliberately made a big circle and came to the other end of the pedestrian street.

For the music talent show "The Voice of China", he knew a little about the website advertisements and the posters of the bus stops, but he was not interested in participating.

Although he thinks he is musically talented, as a disabled person with a severe disability, what if he is musically talented?

Thinking of the experience of participating in music talent shows in the past few times, Ah Zhe couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, with his image, let alone participating in the competition, he couldn't even sign up.

At the beginning, he was also enthusiastic, wanting to change his bleak life through music, but in the end, all he gained were blows and disappointments, either he was directly rejected or coldly ridiculed by the judges at the selection site, and then he was ruthlessly eliminated.

Even some judges said unceremoniously: "Disabled people like you should not participate in music talent shows, first of all, your appearance conditions are unqualified, and there is no commercial value at all." ”

That's how cruel the reality is......

Ah Zhe, who was covered in bruises, was already desperate, and now he only wanted to earn some income by singing on the street to support his family, after all, with his physical condition, he couldn't do anything else.

Coming to the familiar stall singing location, Ah Zhe almost instinctively walked into the shadows in front of the shopping mall building, covering his face and body, then set up the microphone stand, adjusted the speakers, and began to sing as usual.

Ah Zhe sang several songs that he was good at in a row, and he felt that he played well, but this time there was no audience, and even passers-by were very rare.

"Business is a bit bleak...... Ah Zhe's brows are getting tighter and tighter, and he is a little distressed, because he has set a small goal for himself, that is, to earn at least thirty yuan a day, so that in a month, he can almost make up a thousand yuan.

Although in a first-tier city like W City, 1,000 yuan is really pitiful, and he can hardly do anything, but for Ah Zhe, who lives in the construction site and saves money, 1,000 yuan is enough to support himself, not only that, but he can also leave three or four hundred yuan every month to send home to subsidize the family.

But with today's bleak scene, Ah Zhe found it difficult to achieve his small goal.

Biting his lip, Ah Zhe was hesitating to step out of the shadow area, in that case, his disability would clearly fall into the eyes of passers-by, and perhaps attract more attention, whether it was cold eyes or ridicule, sympathy and pity, at least more attention would be paid to.

Survival on one side and self-esteem on the other side are fighting endlessly in Ah Zhe's heart, and in the end, survival prevails.

"To hell with ridiculous self-esteem!" Ah Zhe shook his head vigorously, a deep sadness flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and moved two steps, not to mention that it was only two small steps, but it completely exposed his whole person to the light, and also attracted more attention as he wished.

"Mom, look, there's a disabled uncle there, and his arms are gone, so pitiful!"

"It's pitiful, Niuniu, it's a dollar, you take it and throw it into the box in front of your uncle. ”

"Severely disabled at such a young age, this young man is pitiful, young man This is a little bit of the aunt's heart, there is not much money, you take it. ”

This is compassionate, truly well-meaning people, and on the contrary, there are naturally cold and mean people.

"It's really not good to study at such a young age, and to come out and pretend to be pitiful and sympathetic, it's really not a good job. ”

"There must be something hateful about the wretched, and there are so many liars these days. ”

"Isn't it good to stay at home when you're disabled? Why do you have to run out and be scared?

The number of passers-by who stopped gradually increased, and Ah Zhe's frowning brows gradually relaxed, but his heart became more and more sad, because neither those well-wishers nor those who were cold and mean were the listeners he really wanted.

What Ah Zhe really wants is an audience that likes him to sing, but unfortunately there are very few such audiences, and more people pay more attention to his disability and pitiful appearance.

"Why don't you stop singing a few songs and close the stall?" Seeing the scattered money in the box in front of him, almost thirty yuan, Ah Zhe couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

It wasn't because of his pride, but because of the faint sound of music and cheers and applause from the Optics Valley Square, he was a little anxious, and he wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible, so that he could hide in his own nest and slowly lick the scars in his heart.

But just as he put away the stall and was about to leave, Aunt Li Xiuhong, who had helped him a lot, grabbed his arm and said complainingly: "I said, why did you kid run to the end of the street to set up a stall today?

As soon as the words fell, Liu Xiuhong dragged Ah Zhe, who was still in a daze, to the Optics Valley Square, where music and cheers and applause were coming one after another, and a music caravan also appeared in Ah Zhe's field of vision.