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Probably seeing Qi Hongyan, who is usually chic and uninhibited and seemingly unrestrained, suddenly became cautious, there was a sense of contrast and joy, and Ivy hooked a shallow arc on her lips, and said:

"Tell Director Qi that you don't have to ask me about this kind of thing in the future. ”

……

Qi Hongyan is naturally not an unpresumptuous person, since he came to ask what Ivy meant, it is obvious that Bo Jinchen's audition results have come out.

Sitting on Yan Mo's Range Rover, the two of them were silent on the way out of the film and television city.

"Brother Yan, let me down, I'll walk around at will. ”

Looking at the scene flying backwards outside the window, Bo Jinchen suddenly said.

"Well, then pay attention to your behavior, now that many people know you, it's best not to be photographed, and don't behave indecently when photographed. ”

understood that Bo Jinchen wanted to go alone, but Yan Mo did not refuse.

Although this audition hit a wall, Bo Jinchen's potential still needs to be tapped, and the road to rise will not stop there.

"Well, I'll take notice. ”

After getting out of the car, Bo Jinchen walked aimlessly, perhaps because it had been very smooth since the crossing, and occasionally there were setbacks, but he turned out to be hypocritical.

Bo Jinchen didn't read online novels before the crossing, but he still knew the famous protagonist template, it was nothing more than that after leaving the original world, everything went smoothly - the brothers were all in the liver, the beauties were all favored and embraced, and the enemies were all stupid and stupid like pigs, and they disappeared when talking and laughing.

Before the crossing, he was naturally disdainful of this kind of brainless plot, he was already standing on a high mountain that was difficult for most people to reach, but after the crossing, he may not have thought about it. Look at him, he will not die in great calamity, and he will pass through ...... It's like the plot of a novel. However, the truth is, he does overthink.

Without paying attention, he walked for more than five hours on the side of this busy street, passing through the gate of Sanliang Park and walking through the bustling downtown area. As his physique slowly returned to the level of normal fitness, Bo Jinchen didn't feel much tired, but Zhuang Zhoumengdie's absurdity and confusion came to his heart for a while.

"A braised pork rice. ”

Bo Jinchen, who suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten lunch yet, walked in when he passed by a coffee house.

As his voice fell, the people in line behind him looked at him strangely.

The wall clock on the wall has pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon, which is the time of afternoon tea, in the eyes of countless people who pursue petty bourgeoisie, this time is the time when three or two friends are chatting with coffee over snacks, working with a notebook, or listening to songs quietly with headphones. In short, it shouldn't be like Bo Jinchen, ordering a meal and going to the window to sit down, which is incompatible with the atmosphere of the whole coffee house, no mood, vulgar!

It's just that where is Bo Jinchen who is the person who is left and right for the eyes of others? Sit down and eat, he is at ease.

"Little brother, a braised pork rice, pack!"

Not long after Bo Jinchen sat down, a small girl also entered the coffee house and said to the waiter behind the bar.

Suddenly, Bo Jinchen's mood improved.

It turns out that he is not the only one who banishes the time and then misses the punctuality.

After this late lunch, Bo Jinchen did not stay for long, he still walked aimlessly on the street.

"How do you forgive the stupidity of that time, how do you forgive the struggle but silent. After painstaking work, look at the eternal ...... of the tides"

When passing through an underground passage, Bo Jinchen suddenly saw a small person in the middle of the passage, she was not tall, estimated to be about 1.62 meters, but she was carrying a big guitar, standing there quietly singing.

I caught a glimpse of the discarded lunch box packaging next to the trash can, which was not the name of the coffee house before. It turned out that she was in a hurry to come here to sing.

"The years are here, warm as silk but can also burn the body, youth is far away, the flowing river ......"

Unlike many street singers, who turn up their speakers so loud that they can hear him throughout the city, the girl's speakers are so quiet that they cover the underground passage, and they are barely audible when they walk up the stairs.

She sings to the people who stay.

"How do you forgive the process of losing time, how can you tolerate it happening, how can you think about it without asking......"

Unlike the original song, which was faintly hoarse, the girl's voice was clean and transparent like a child, like a clear spring, slowly flowing into your ears, flowing to the river of hearts, washing away the stagnant water that may be about to dry up.

"And I'm waiting here, waiting for my soaked heart to listen to the sound of the rain, waiting for my body to warm up......"

The chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, Bo Jinchen stopped, bent down and placed a 20-point note in the guitar case in front of the girl, and he stood aside and listened silently.

"How do you say goodbye to the traveler who still has to wander, how do you let fate be fate, how do you gaze at fate and see our every ...... eyes"

"And I, and I, non-stop, without regrets, with yours, always have. ”

……

In this way, Bo Jinchen stopped his wandering, and he just stood and listened. Every time the girl sang a song, Bo Jinchen bent down and put another banknote, one after another, one after another.

"Today's last song, for this gentleman next to me, thank you for being with me all the time in the afternoon. ”

Is the girl going to call it a day?

Bo Jinchen couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking down at my phone, at 19 o'clock, the sun had already set. From 19 o'clock to 23:30 o'clock, it is the peak time for the listeners and incomes of wandering singers. The girl not only has a strange placement of speakers, but even the time period is strangely stuck.

"Deep words should be said shallowly, long roads should be squandered and squandered, and the big world should be felt frankly;

Painful wounds should be rubbed gently;

When you are held tight, go and bless bravely;

When you are not understood, believe in yourself, it is worth it;

Forever distressed dreams;

The people you care about should love silly, the things you experience will come slowly, and you should use them delicately when you have a lot of ideas;

Once you have everything, let it go;

Put a song in a corner;

Don't forget, be gentle;

Don't forget, be happy. ”

The girl's voice is healing and worthwhile.

After the girl finished singing, Bo Jinchen bent down and was about to put down his last banknote, but the girl smiled and waved her hand and refused:

"As I said, this song is for you. ”

With the same smile, Bo Jinchen didn't say anything more, withdrew his hand from the top of the guitar case, and left.

But maybe, today he really has a good relationship with this girl, after the coffee house and the underground passage, Bo Jinchen met her at the subway station again. It's just that, unlike the beautiful encounter before, the girl's current situation is not very good.

The girl was squatting on the ground, the guitar case and speakers were standing beside her, the screen was still on with her mobile phone in her hand, and a group of uncles and aunts were pointing around her.

"This girl, how did you teach her at home?"

"yes, it's so untutored. ”

"Uneducated!"

The original whispered gossip, as the crowd gathered, the voice gradually became louder, and an uncle shouted directly.

Bo Jinchen, who is used to observing the details of life, keenly noticed that the girl's face was not normal, quite pale, but it was not obvious in the bright incandescent light of the subway station. Could it be a special day for girls?

Bo Jinchen walked quickly to the convenience store not far away, bought instant milk tea and squeezed into the crowd.

The uncle was still chattering in the crowd, to the effect that his parents didn't teach him well, how could a woman squat in a public place and play with her mobile phone.

"This uncle, you are really educated, oh! No, at your age, I should say that you are really cultivated! I don't know, what do you have to do with squatting and upbringing? What do you do with other people's upbringing?"