Lu Thirty and Murong Hanqiu didn't know how Hu Lei felt, but when he heard the drunkard's words, his heart was very shocked.

How do you say that sentence, it is really a person who is famous and famous. It's no wonder that this person's strange temper can still be mixed in the Yanhuang music scene for such a long time. Until now, he is still the only one who doubts that the song was not composed by himself, and the reason for the doubt is that he has only sung it twice imperfectly.

In Hu Lei's opinion, this is simply too awesome, and compared with Lu Thirty, it is even more awesome. Hu Lei has repeatedly emphasized to Lu 30 before that this song is not his original, but what Lu 30 performs, this uncle doesn't believe it at all, there is wood.

"Are you really the original author of this song?", the drunkard who did not get an answer asked for the second time.

Hu Lei shrugged, looking indifferent, "No!"

"Brother Hu, this is really not your song?", Lu Thirty still seemed to be doubting the fact that Hu Lei had been emphasizing to him. Compared with this IQ and that of an alcoholic, there is really a great contrast.

"Didn't I say it a long time ago, but don't worry, the copyright is in my hands. Hu Lei is also quite speechless, this is why he is reluctant to deal with people who owe IQ, you tell the truth that others don't believe it.

The drunkard nodded, obviously Hu Lei's answer was already expected by him, and he said to Lu Thirty, "I think it's better to use dog leftovers!"

Although he was already mentally prepared, he was still quite embarrassed to hear the drunkard say this. I said I won't come, you have to let me come, I'm coming, and you think it's not good to sing, this is a forcible slap in the face.

Feelings, it's good if I can have feelings. To put it bluntly, he heard this song on the computer of the Internet café, where to find real feelings. Is it so magical to keep the time box that still preserves emotions?

It's really that amazing......

Just as he thought of this, the strengthened brain subconsciously started working at high speed. The text and picture introductions of the song "Shuzhong" are churning in his mind like a torrent of data, and the mountains are unstoppable like a tsunami.

The next moment, Hu Lei felt that his vision suddenly became blurred, and this feeling that had not appeared for a long time seemed to be ...... Visual Transformation!

Is this a dream?

Hu Lei immediately dispelled this thought, he had used voyeurism many times to sneak into other people's dreams, but dreams are dreams, and Hu Lei could clearly perceive the unreal feeling of dream space. And now, his perception is extremely real.

Looking down at his hands, the calluses on his fingertips are a testimony to his dedication to music, and the guitar behind him is the only thing to rely on. He was in a bustling street market, and the streets around him were strange and familiar.

In a trance, he felt as if he had become a different person. Because of his passion for music, he gave up his college acceptance letter in the year he graduated from high school, only carrying a guitar and a bag, and began to wander the days. This walk is many years, walking through the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, over the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, running in the midsummer of Gannan, and rolling in the cold winter of Dali.

He went to every beautiful place, familiar or unfamiliar, and walked through every busy or soothing city. Of all these places, Shuzhong was his favorite city. He likes the slow and very human feeling in Shuzhong, which is very lively, relaxed as if there is only the girl's whisper in his ears and the laughter of children.

As much as he loved the city so much, there was still a long way to go, his dreams were still on the way, and he couldn't and shouldn't stop. I'm leaving tomorrow, and maybe I'll be back someday, but I don't know what year or month. He walked through the streets of Shuzhong, walked through the streets and alleys here, and just wanted to ...... Finally, I am taking a good look at the city.

The late autumn evening breeze is blowing slowly, there is no coolness, but it is full of parting sorrow and reluctance. The weeping willows are still there, engraved in the hearty sunset of autumn.

He walked through Wenshu Monastery, walked through Wuhou Temple, walked through Chunxi Road, and walked through familiar or unfamiliar streets and alleys. Walked to the end of Yulin Road and sat down on the big stone in front of the tavern.

He couldn't stay, he couldn't take it away, he was attached to this city as much as he was to a beloved girl. Involuntarily, his fingers stroked the strings, plucked gently, and the sorrow of parting turned into notes and slowly flowed out.

In the two or two good wine studios, the three of them looked at Hu Lei speechlessly.

After the drunkard's tirade, the guy seemed to fall into a state of deep thought, but then his expression seemed to become strange. Even the temperament of the whole person has changed, as if he has gone through vicissitudes but still has a heart in the distance. His gaze also began to become deep, melancholy full of nostalgia.

"Little drunkard, he's ......"

"Shhhh ”。 The drunkard made a silent gesture.

At this moment, Hu Lei suddenly sat down on the stool next to him and picked up his guitar.

"It's not just last night's wine that brings tears to my eyes. ”

As soon as Hu Lei spoke, the drunkard's eyes lit up, and even Lu Thirty could hear the difference. He turned his head to look at the drunkard, and saw some kind of light in the other's eyes.

Murong Hanqiu was also shocked, this is especially storytelling, ahh Simple, yet an infectious power.

None of the three made a sound, just listened as if it were a small family concert. The drunkard closed his eyes, but a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. And Lu Thirty is already full of spring breeze, he knows that this will be his own theme song.

Hu Lei has entered the realm of self-forgetfulness, and people have either walked in front of him or stopped to listen. But Hu Lei didn't care about this, he just played and sang to himself, just wanting to pour out his emotions to the fullest.

At the end of the song, the feeling of visual transformation strikes again. When he regained his focus, he almost sat on the ground in fright. Just a meter away in front of him, the three guys sat in a row like three generations of grandparents, each with an inexplicable expression on their faces. Lu Thirty grinned, the drunkard grinned, and Murong Hanqiu ...... Jiao, this guy actually cried like a fool.

What a situation!

"I said ......", the strange situation in front of him really startled Hu Lei, and he tentatively spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the three listeners finally returned to reality. The drunkard was particularly excited, he jumped out with a rub, and at that speed, Hu Lei had already rushed to the front before he could react.

"Hey...... Drunkard seniors. Hu Lei laughed awkwardly. He felt that he needed a safe distance in case the drunkard suddenly broke out and hurt someone.

"You stinky boy, are you kidding me?", the drunkard gritted his teeth.

Hu Lei was a little confused, "How do you say this, you can't!"

"Are you the original author of this song?"

"No!", Hu Lei rolled his eyes, how did this turn back.

"......", it will be the turn of the drunkard to be speechless. Isn't the original author able to sing such a full of emotion?

At this time, Lu Thirty and Murong Hanqiu also came up.

Lu Thirty patted Hu Lei's shoulder excitedly, "Brother Hu, don't be modest, I really didn't mistake you." ”

Murong Hanqiu slammed his fist on Hu Lei's chest, "Okay, you kid, you don't leak it, you sing so well, I'm about to become your fan." ”

Hu Lei narrowed his eyes slightly, he still remembered the singing just now, it was indeed much better than what he sang on weekdays, and he seemed to have really opened the time box that Lu Thirty said in some way. Although I couldn't figure out where that wonderful journey came from for a while, it didn't stop Hu Leise!

"How's that, is it reliable?"

"Reliable. Murong Hanqiu nodded, is it unreliable to listen to the song and cry!

With a wave of his hand, the drunkard directly pulled Murong Hanqiu aside, "Boy, are you interested in worshipping me as a teacher?"

Hu Lei is confused, what kind of habit is this, if you don't agree with each other, you will accept apprentices?

Lu 30 joked beside him, "This dare is good, the little drunkard with the little drunkard, reliable." ”

Reliable your sister, who wants to be a little drunkard. Don't say that Hu Lei doesn't want to take the road of music at the moment, even if he wants to go, there is no need to face drunkards every day, and be greeted by "his mother" from 9 to 5!

"I think you have a lot of superstar potential, how about it, do you want to think about it? ”

The drunkard's serious words made Hu Lei almost squirt, Nima, you fools learned the same routine.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry drunkard senior, I have more important things to do." ”

"Your mother, what can be more important than singing, with your talent, you are blind if you don't sing!"

Gotcha, the incompatible mantra is here again.

"I'm going to open a shop to sell alcohol!"

It was a nonsense reason, but when the drunkard heard it, he seemed to change his face, "That's more important than singing, then you better sell your bar, just remember to send two taels to Lao Tzu if you have nothing to do." ”

“……”

The three people present were speechless, how unreliable you are!