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"First interesting...... wandering singer paused, touched his beard, and said with a smile, "You still appear, maybe tonight, you are a very special person." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Really?"

Meng Xiaoxian also smiled, raised his head, looked at the starry sky and said, "Maybe, only today will I be so indecent." ”

"Can you play?" The wandering singer asked, gesturing to his guitar.

"Of course, hehe, it's better than you......" Meng Xiaoxian smiled confidently.

"Then why don't you give it a try, singing on the street, there is really a different kind of excitement, maybe after singing a song, all your unhappy things will disappear, uh, maybe." The wandering singer spoke, swept the strings a few times, and wiped the guitar again.

"Okay." Meng Xiaoxian actually nodded.

"Oh, take it, don't dislike it." The wandering singer handed over the guitar

……

Meng Xiaoxian took the guitar and said to him: "In the Spring, if you don't sing well......"

"If you don't sing well...... How is that possible. Meng Xiaoxian's words changed, which made the wandering singer feel caught off guard.

"If you don't sing well, you can see it by looking at the eyes of the people around you." The wandering singer added.

Meng Xiaoxian nodded, and without embellishment, she started singing directly......

Remember the spring many years ago,

I hadn't cut my long hair yet.

No credit card without her,

No 24-hour hot water at home.

But I was so happy at the beginning,

Although there is only a broken acoustic guitar.

In the streets, under the bridges, in the fields,

Singing the song that no one cared about......

……

If one day, old age has nothing to rely on!

Please leave me in that time!

If one day, quietly depart,

Please bury me in the spring......

This roar-like singing voice directly attracted the attention of pedestrians walking on the street, and many people were curious about the source of the sound and turned their heads one after another.

Meng Xiaoxian is still singing, even if the accompaniment is only a guitar, but it does not reduce its style at all, whether it is the song itself or Meng Xiaoxian himself, it gives people a bold and sad meaning. is like a literary young woman, if you wear a pair of glasses at this time, it will be even more like.

The wandering singer was as surprised as if he were sifting chaff, he shivered, and was speechless with excitement, so he could only listen blankly.

Remember those lonely springs,

At that time, I didn't have a beard.

No Valentine's Day, no gifts,

No one of my cute little princesses.

But I don't think it's that bad.

Although I only have fantasies about love.

In the morning, in the night, in the wind,

Singing the song that no one cares about!

Maybe one day, I'll be old and have nothing to rely on!

Please leave me in that time!

If one day, I quietly leave!

Please bury me in this spring!

In the spring~

After singing a song, dozens of people had already gathered around, and they listened to the song and looked at Meng Xiaoxian's blushing face after singing. Some people have already picked up their phones and are ready to take pictures and upload them online......

"Good song, do you still sing it?" A crowd of onlookers asked.

"Then I'll sing it again, if you think I sing well, please give me a little money, because now I'm a wandering singer." Meng Xiaoxian replied.

As she spoke, she began to sing again.

……

After more than half an hour, the two crossed the crowd and came to a bridge, where neon lights shine in all directions, decorating the entire bridge into a romantic space.

The bridge is a semi-abandoned bridge that is no longer open to traffic, and has been renovated and rebuilt with the help of the relevant authorities, and has been reserved for the rest of the people.

"What is this song ~ called?" The wandering singer pursed her lips and asked with a look of surprise.

"In the Spring, you didn't listen to it just now, do you think I must be singing badly?" Meng Xiaoxian frowned and asked rhetorically with a hint of "disappointment".

"Don't be surprised, I forgot, I'm still listening to the song very seriously." The wandering singer said with a smile.

"By the way, why did you choose to be a wandering singer?" Meng Xiaoxian asked.

"Who knows, the decision I made at the beginning has now been forgotten. This kind of life of mine is to live one day and forget one day, except for music, everything else is forgotten. He said.

"What about you...... How much money can you make in a day? Meng Xiaoxian still asked.

"Making money, it's not talkative, it can only be regarded as charity, like beggars, sometimes it's worse than beggars, and some beggars earn thousands of dollars a month." The wandering singer said, taking all the money out of his pocket, spreading it on the ground, and saying, "Let's divide it." ”

"I don't take the money, you can take it." Meng Xiaoxian shook her head and refused.

"Then what's the matter, the reason why I don't go to beggar is because I still have the last bit of dignity, and you won't even give me that bit of dignity?" The wandering singer seemed to be a little angry.

"Good. So how do you divide it? Meng Xiaoxian said.

"It's just, 'you have nine and I have one'. That one becomes 'one', even if it is my prop fee. After the wandering singer finished speaking, he rubbed his hands and added, "It's really strange that I can't bear it." ”

At this time, Meng Xiaoxian did not refuse, she nodded and agreed.

"That's right." After speaking, the wandering singer counted the money, and then transferred a large handful of change to Meng Xiaoxian's side, without a little ambiguity or hesitation.

"Time is running out, I'll go back first." After doing these things, Meng Xiaoxian said.

"So fast? Well, I'm really a little reluctant, after so many years, there are not many people who can really accompany me to say a few words, aren't you curious about my first interesting night? I can tell you with certainty that tonight is! Go ahead, see you soon. The wandering singer got up with Meng Xiaoxian with reluctance, with joy and a hint of sadness.

"Yes, let's go." Meng Xiaoxian said, turned his head again, and said to him, "Your voice is a big problem, if you continue to sing like that, you may be abolished." ”

"I know, but what's the solution? Just like some workers, they also know that if they continue to do it at such a high intensity, something will happen sooner or later, but they still do it, why? It's just to keep yourself alive, or maybe your family. The wandering singer was helpless, as if he had thought of something, and couldn't help shedding tears.

"Let's wipe it." Meng Xiaoxian took out a pack of tissues from her bag, handed it over, and said to him in her heart, "I'll give you a few stitches, it can cure your throat." ”

"A few stitches ???" The wandering singer was blindsided for a while, and looked at her in disbelief.

"What a look on your face! I'm a doctor! Meng Xiaoxian couldn't help but be angry.

"Really? Can it heal my throat? Unsure, he asked again.

"Yes!" Meng Xiaoxian said firmly.

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PS: "In Spring": Wang Feng.