Two men and a girl talk about boyfriend and girlfriend, even if the law comes, it can't be controlled, and it's not rape.

And the girl still voluntarily followed the man, and then, no matter what the two of them do next, you can't control what they do, go to the sofa to play, go to the office to play, go to the car to play, you can only watch even if you see it.

This is helplessness, helplessness without money, related to wealth, and has nothing to do with like-mindedness.

Su Fan sympathized with this young man who was about the same age as himself, just sympathy, his girlfriend ran away with a rich man, and even if you ran to the Great Gray Hall, you couldn't find someone to preside over justice for you.

That's life.

The man's kicks were very hard, the young man struggled a few times to get up, there was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, he sucked hard and then spit on the ground fiercely, and said:

"Labor and management will definitely earn money, and labor and management will definitely be able to sing and become famous. ”

His voice was hoarse with a hint of trill, which was very distinctive, and it sounded like a bitter feeling.

This kind of voice is very unique, which makes Su Fan feel familiar, this special voice Su Fan feels very similar to the voice of a singer in another world.

When there is excitement to see, the crowd can be impermeable, once the excitement disperses, the crowd also leaves, what to do or what to do, such a small thing for the bar street, very commonplace, which month has not one or two infatuated men come here to shout the expression of love.

Although most of them end in tragedy of sadness and despair, they end in the triumph and laughter of the rich.

The young man picked up a long bag from the ground and patted the mud, and walked towards the crowd, Su Fan saw that the shape of the bag should be a guitar, there are often young people with guitars on the bar street who come here to roam, most of them are students or people with musical dreams.

Su Fan was very interested in this young man, so he followed him.

The young man walked to a small square with his bag on his back, where many young men and women were dating, and some older people were playing chess, drinking tea and farting here.

Finding a stone pier where no one was around, the young man opened his bag and took out a guitar from it, and then he sat on the stone pier and plucked the strings with his hand a few times to test the sound quality.

Judging from Su Fan's experience, this is the rhythm to start singing.

The young man finished trying the strings and began to play.

Many young people like to play the guitar for the reason that some people are pretending, some are art, and some are for life.

The young man played the guitar as if no one was around, and after playing for a while, there were also a few spectators who came to listen next to him, and Su Fan stood three or four meters away from him.

Seeing someone coming, the young man sang while playing.

He sings a very popular rock song, and his voice is a hoarse voice, with a rustling trill, like the sound of a bad cold, and there is a trace of bitterness in his voice, as if it is sad with endless emotional sadness.

But the rock songs he sings require a tearing roar, and his hoarse voice, although it has an adult flavor, is not suitable for singing this song.

I always feel that there is a lack of some rock and roll feeling, but there is a touch of sentimentality that should not be there.

There were more and more people around, almost a dozen, but after he finished singing, only a little girl gave him a reward of five yuan.

He sang about four or five more songs in succession, and the passers-by stopped and left, and the money only changed from five yuan to ten yuan, and by this time almost half an hour had passed.

"I also sing with such a voice, and I sing cleaner than him. ”

"It's okay to sing, but my voice is a little broken. ”

"I can't just sing and dance, and I don't give him any money, so it's better to go to a bar and listen to those people sing than to listen to him sing. ”

The young man ignored the stop-and-go talk around him, as he had heard so many times before, and only occasionally glanced at the money in the tin box on the ground, ten yuan.

How ironic it is to earn ten dollars in half an hour, if you make so much money, you can't afford to buy someone else's car in a hundred years.

Maybe I'm really not suitable for singing, just like others say, just like my girlfriend says, just like a bar refusing him to go on stage, maybe I'm really not suitable to be a singer.

Thinking of this, he stopped playing the guitar, he felt that he was also a little dazed, and he had a slight doubt about his voice.

Am I really not fit to sing, should I give up my dreams, find a new job, and live an ordinary life?

As a workshop worker, I can stabilize at four or five thousand a month, and I can't have a thousand yuan left a month after running around like this.

Even his girlfriend ran away with a rich man, what's the use of dreaming.

"Smack. A soft thud interrupted his train of thought, and he looked to the place where the sound had come from.

A small stack of large red bills was smashed into his tin box, which looked like eight out of ten.

I won't run into another big deal.

Once when he was singing outside, a big guy passed by with a girl, and when he heard his singing, the girl stopped for half a minute, and the big guy snapped out five or six big tickets and threw them into the inside of the iron box, pulled the girl away, and talked to the girl when he left:

"I look down on these young people who are literary and artistic, and it's better to make money than singing, you see that I open five scrap collection stations, and I can earn two or three million a year. ”

This time, it won't be another pen-like man who came to reward himself, the young man looked at Su Fan's side.

Hey, he's also a young man, and he looks like a literary young man.

The young man who sang said softly: Thank you. This is the first time that someone has given themselves such a reward.

"Your voice is magnetic, unique and nice. The man said.

Young people don't laugh when they hear the praise, most of them say that his voice is not suitable for singing, even if someone praises his good voice, but they will kindly remind him: it is better to be a hobby, or it is better to find a job early.

Almost no one ever said that his voice was good, could this man still be Bole, and knew his own horse, and besides, he himself did not dare to say that he was a horse, because he was also shaken by his voice.

"Your voice is really good, but you're not fit to rock like that. The man said.

When the young man heard this, he laughed self-deprecatingly: Look at it, I wonder how suddenly someone praised his voice for being good, and the latter sentence said that he was not suitable for singing rock and roll, how could he know that he had put a lot of effort into rock and roll.

This is another person who praises his good voice on the surface, but in his heart he doesn't recognize his voice.

(The protagonist is ready to recruit and do a big job, so let's get some recommendation votes.) ）