Ji Jiaming took a deep breath and straightened up: "There is no way to do this, you have to buy the shelf, if you don't buy those instruments, how do you put them, it can't all be put on the table and in the corner, right?"

He turned to look at the store and said, "Big brother, I'm sorry, we don't want this guitar." ”

As he spoke, he pulled Zhang You out, leaving the shopkeeper's eldest brother alone in place, speechless and choking.

When I come back after buying the horizontal shelf, half of the money is used, don't look at these things small, but the cost of a single is not low.

Finally bought all the items to be bought, Zhang You and Ji Jiaming began to think about the problem of finding guests.

It was almost evening time, and there were many more people on the streets than before.

Zhang You wore a mask and a hat, sitting in a flower bed and thinking, while Ji Jiaming sat next to him, expressing his thoughts from time to time.

Ji Jiaming thought about catching a person directly on the street and telling him if he wanted to go to the inn for one night.

Zhang You thought about it for a while, and quickly vetoed it, this approach is too purposeless, what if the people caught are going to work tomorrow, and they think they are liars?

Ji Jiaming thought about it, but he really couldn't think of it, so he simply went to the nearby Golden Arches to buy two ice creams, and ate them while thinking about it.

Zhang You was eating ice cream, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person suddenly standing in the flower bed next to him, it was a young man, wearing a black hat on his head, dressed a little plainly, and carrying a guitar on his back.

The man first put down the guitar, looked left and right, as if looking for a position, and made eye contact with Zhang You, but he moved away in a moment very politely.

In the end, instead of going anywhere else, the man chose to stand still.

He took the guitar out of his bag, then took out the sound amplifier and other instruments to tune the sound.

When Ji Jiaming saw this, he couldn't help touching Zhang You with his elbow, and asked curiously, "Peers?"

Zhang You's eyes were slightly bent, and he smiled without saying a word.

When it was done, the man opened the guitar bag and laid it on the ground, and when he had done all this, he began to sing.

"How many people are walking, but they are stuck in the same place.

How many are alive, but as if they were dead.

How many people love, but it seems to be separated.

How many people laughed, but with tears in their eyes......"

The more Ji Jiaming listened, the more he felt that this song was familiar, and he didn't know what he remembered, he turned his head to look at Zhang You, and said in surprise: "This song is yours, right?"

Zhang You shook his head, lowered his head and stretched out his hand to lower his hat, his whole face was covered by the hat, as if buried in a thick shadow, and said in a low voice: "It's not mine, but I covered this song." ”

Ji Jiaming's face suddenly realized, "So that's the case, I just said how familiar this song is, I used to listen to your songs a while ago, and I heard this one." ”

While the two were talking, the street singer had already sung the first short paragraph: "How should I exist......"

Zhang You couldn't help frowning.

The rustic guitar sound was amplified by the stereo, and several people had gathered around the singer.

The singer's voice is rough and hoarse, it sounds very similar to Zhang You, but it doesn't feel like it, compared to Zhang You's roar, his voice is more crisp, that is, softer.

In the ears of the general public, there may not be anything to hear, but in the ears of professionals like Zhang You, there is a flaw - this is not the real voice of the singer.

He used the technique of falsetto to make his voice so dumb!

"How many times to be glorified, but to feel humiliated.

How many times in ecstasy, but in pain.

How many times have I been happy, but my heart is like a twist.

How many times have you been brilliant, but you have lost your soul......"

On the street, He Jinxia and Zhang Yuanyuan were taking a walk to see the scenery.

Zhang Yuanyuan heard a singing voice in the distance, and hurriedly pulled He Jinxia over to take a look.

They bought the decorations they needed in the afternoon, and He Jinxia also took a moment to write and draw on the drawings, drew the ornaments on the paper, and gave the location of the items they wanted to place.

She went to the stationery store to buy pencils and erasers, and felt that they were not placed correctly on the drawings, so she could erase them and replace them with another one.

As soon as the painting was finished, Zhang Yuanyuan pulled her to eat a local specialty snack with the rest of the money: skewers.

After eating and drinking, the night scene in the city is rising, and the two of them are wandering aimlessly, it is rare to have such a relaxing time in the day today.

"Who knows where we are going.

Who understands what life has changed?

Do you want to make an excuse and continue to make a living.

Or spread your wings and keep your anger going!

Who knows where we should dream......"

"Sister Jinxia, this person's voice is a bit like Brother Zhang You, but after listening carefully, I don't think it looks like it, and the singing is not as good as Brother Zhang You, and when I sing in the back, I don't seem to have the strength. ”

Zhang Yuanyuan and He Jinxia did not squeeze into the crowd, but only stood outside and listened quietly.

He Jinxia is quite proficient in music and rhythm, and after listening carefully, he couldn't help but shake his head: "Because he used falsetto, it sounds a little similar to Zhang You's voice, and he deliberately imitated his voice." ”

As for the lack of strength in the back of the singing, it is because he does not grasp the breath well enough, according to the strength of his singing, the high tide in the back can be sung. ”

While the two were talking, the song had already been sung.

They were still waiting to hear the singer sing the second song, when suddenly, something happened to the singer.

From the gap in the crowd, which was not yet densely crowded, He Jinxia saw a person squeezed into the crowd and walked to the singing singer.

The two of them didn't know what to say, and the street singer handed the microphone to the man and stepped aside to play the guitar.

It's still the same tune as the previous song, and when the prelude passes, as soon as the person speaks, the audience suddenly stops quiet.

"How many people walk, but trapped in place~ How many people are alive, but it is like dying~ How many people love, but it seems to be separated~ How many people are smiling, but full of teardrops......"

It's obviously a voice similar to that of a singer, but when that person sings, it gives people a very different taste.

He Jinxia's eyes froze, and the moment the singer spoke, she recognized that it was Zhang You's voice.

There is no deliberate hoarseness, no tricks, the bass is full and smooth, the treble is sincere, and the roar is rough and atmospheric, as if in a vast prairie, the singer stands in the middle of the meadow, roaring and shouting to his heart's content.

“…… Who knows where we should go!Who understands what life has become~Whether to find an excuse to continue to live, or to spread its wings and keep angry!Who knows where we should dream~ Who understands dignity, what has been reduced to ......"

When He Jinxia heard the high tide part, there was only one word in his heart: cool!

When I looked up, I saw that several girls in the crowd were already crying.

Looking sideways, Zhang Yuanyuan's eyes were also slightly moist.

This is the charm of songs, which can transmit energy, give it warmth, and even wake up the world with a deafening roar: don't be numb, hurry up and move, hurry up and find the meaning of life!

He Jinxia took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and applauded, and his heart had a little change in his heart about Zhang You.

He may not be a star to be respected, but he is a good singer.