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Squeezed into the crowd, Ye Gu finally saw the young man who was singing.

The young man is very short, his head is a little bloated, his forehead is broad, and his words and deeds give people a feeling of mental retardation.

Not far in front of him stood three young men, one of whom seemed to be idle and idle, that is, the so-called social youth.

The other two were wearing human-like shirts and trousers, and they looked like they were junior employees of some company.

Looking at their attitudes towards each other, these three should be in a group.

Ye Gu came in, and when he watched with everyone, he saw one of the two young men in a shirt come out, holding a handful of colorful banknotes in his hand, he took out a small banknote and threw it into the guitar back box that the singing dwarf guy put on the ground.

"Hey, mentally retarded, don't say that my brother won't give you a chance, I won't order songs this time, lest everyone think we're embarrassing you. This time, let you choose your best to sing, as long as most of the people present think you sing well, all the money will be rewarded back to you. ”

The other two youths also followed with a hippie smile.

"Yes, don't say that we embarrass you, a mentally retarded child, as long as you can make everyone think that you sing well, we will give you the money back."

"On the contrary, if you don't sing well, then you don't want to get the money back, after all, you make noise on this flyover, which affects the mood of our brothers, how can you do it without compensation."

In the end, the young man who was a hanger said with a hippie smile: "Yes, what my buddy said is right, your noise is really too torturous, even your craftsmanship dares to sell it?" Just kneel on the ground and beg for money, so that the money comes faster. ”

"Others pretend to be crippled and pretend to be pitiful to beg, buddy has never believed it, but you are an exception, blind people can see that you are a cripple...... Brain-dead, ahahaha. ”

The shirt youth laughed loudly, and another shirt youth who put the money in the guitar case also shook his head and sighed:

"That's right, others have to create conditions to be beggars without conditions, you are obviously a cripple, you can eat with your face, but you prefer to make money with your own ability, such a person...... It's really impressive, hahaha. ”

Hearing the words of the three youths, the short man, who was obviously mentally deficient, became emotional and shouted, "I'm not mentally retarded, I'm smart!" ”

People with intellectual defects often can't control their joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and their emotional changes are exaggerated and amplitude, and the short guy in front of him is too, giving people the feeling that he is obviously angry and anxious to cry, but after saying the two sentences of rebuttal, his face has become dull again, and his eyes have no focus.

"I'm not retarded." He repeated a sentence with a sluggish expression, and then his mood changed again and returned to excitement: "I'm not a beggar, I want to make money by singing, and I want to make a lot of money, rent a venue, go to a concert." ”

Hearing his words, not only the three young men, but also the onlookers all looked at each other, and then laughed out loud, both embarrassed and sneering.

Concerts?

You're going to use the money you get from begging, no, you're going to use the money you sing to make money for a concert?

Just you?

Normal people do not have much estrangement from people with intellectual defects, but often people with intellectual defects will have a peculiar idea, an idea that is obviously impossible to achieve, or even extremely unrealistic, he will take it seriously, use it to do it desperately, and tell others everywhere.

Some mentally deficient people will hold a rooster and let it lay eggs, some will hold a piglet and call it daddy, as for the short guy in front of him, his strange ideas make everyone a little embarrassed, so he sneered and felt a little embarrassed.

"Alright, imbecile." The young man said impatiently: "Do you still sing?" If you don't sing, get out! ”

Hearing the young man's words, the short man's eyes were red, and his face was red to his ears and neck.

His throat was tense, and his dry and cracked voice was like a psychotic mania, and he shouted like crazy: "Sing! Of course I sing! I'm definitely going to sing, I'm going to sing all my life, and I love singing! ”

Frightened by his sudden loud voice, Hang Erlang shrank his head when he was a young man, and then a little embarrassed, he was actually frightened by a fool, when he came back to his senses and lost his temper a little, the short guy held the street microphone, played the guitar, and was ready to sing, and the young man could only suppress his emotions angrily.

The sound of the guitar sounded, and everyone didn't feel it yet, Ye Gu's face was slightly startled at first, and his face was quite surprised.

"This melody ......"

After being modified by the system, the music level of this world has dropped by two notches, even the lyrics and songs of first- and second-tier celebrities are lackluster in Ye Gu's opinion.

But the current guitar melody is quite charming, showing everyone's demeanor.

If it's just that, forget it, after all, there must be some lyrics and songs in this world that have retained a certain level, but the problem, the melody played by the short guy, Ye Gu has never heard it.

"How is that possible? Didn't the system solidify my ability to memorize music? How can there be a score that I haven't heard? ”

Ye Gu was surprised, could it be that this is a big coffee work in the underground music scene?

When Ye Gu noticed that this song was unusual, the onlookers were also surprised, and after being a beat slower than Ye Gu, they realized it, and their faces showed surprise.

"Yo, this accompaniment seems to be okay, it's a little decent."

The accompaniment is good, but it doesn't feel obvious to everyone, especially since they can't remember the music of this world at all, and probably think it's a masterpiece they haven't heard before.

Seeing everyone's slightly approved expressions, the short guy was suddenly excited, and his fingering suddenly became messy, as if he didn't notice it, but smirked like a child with low intelligence, his eyes were unfocused, and he said loudly in a broken voice: "This, this is my best song, I, I'm going to take it to the concert, I composed and wrote the lyrics myself." ”

"Just you?" Everyone looked disdainful, thinking that this short man with low intelligence was really annoying, and even if he was mentally imbecile, he always liked to talk about it.

Before everyone could condemn and question, the short guy had already spoken:

"Coming from your night~"

"My mood is surging~!!"

"The coquettish epiphany of dreams has been swaying in the wind."

"Ahh

When Ye Gu heard this singing, he trembled in horror, and goosebumps all rose on his body.

Is it because this song is so good?

No, while his body trembled, his hands covered his ears with lightning and wind, and he covered his ears tightly.

"My God, this is also Tai Chi, they just want to kill this guy, and I won't intervene to help."

This singing, no wonder the three young people want to embarrass the short guy, it shouldn't be embarrassing, it should be dragged out and killed, this short guy sings on Tianqiao Street, how many old grandfathers and grandmothers have to be scared to the ground, and how many old drivers have to be scared of car accidents?

Singing the voice of the short guy, just one word - terrifying!