At this time, Li Yingjun crossed his two long legs, supported his other hand on his knees, wore a cultural shirt worth two yuan, and tied a small braid at the back of his head. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He had been in this position for several hours.

The girl of the wandering singer duo also waved at him, turned her head and continued to sing angrily.

"Everyone praises me Pan Anxiang, it turns out that the gauze hat cover is Ah Ah cover Chanjuan."

Then there's the quirky accompaniment of the guitar.

Li Yingjun said: "The guitarist has a lot of credit for being able to sing this into a rock flavor." ”

The duo finished singing the last row and glanced at each other.

The guitarist said, "No, learn from that old man, sweep again?" ”

The girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Can it work?" ”

"Nope."

As soon as the two of them turned around, they found that the tall man who was sitting next to Lao Zhaitou and waving at them just now was blocking their way home.

The wanderer vigilantly pulled the girl behind him, then held the guitar in his arms and stared at Li Yingjun.

Li Yingjun stretched out his hand, and they trembled.

"Hello, I'm a friend of Mr. Zhai, not a thug hired by him."

"Mr. Zhai?"

"It's despicable." Lao Zhai Tou walked out from behind the tall man very embarrassed.

Li Yingjun looked the wandering guitarist up and down, a lock of hair on his forehead, permed a very strange bend, and wore a sweatshirt casually, the top of the face seemed to be washed off the black and white statue of Cui Jian, the jeans were similar to his own, a hole on the left and a hole on the right, but I don't know if it was deliberately to show rebellion or because of poverty like himself.

"It seems that you cherish your guitar very much, have you ever encountered something unpleasant before, and once broke your beloved instrument?" Li Yingjun asked softly.

"How do you know that?"

The guitarist didn't speak, and the girl hiding behind him spoke.

The girl is twenty-five or six, clutching the guitarist's vest tightly, and her eyes are shining with curiosity.

"As long as anyone who loves music will understand." Li Yingjun said with a smile.

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Three minutes later, Lao Zhai looked at Li Yingjun with admiration, and put a few bottles of beer on the ground, which were naturally bought by Li Yingjun with the funds he stole from home, uh no, and took out. The duo of wandering singers were already sitting across from them, and the guitarist was taking a big sip and was telling the story of his struggle with a handful of snot and tears.

Li Yingjun said: "Another bottle." ”

A slender arm carried an empty bottle and placed it heavily between the four men, almost smashing it.

"Da, Dale, are you here? I knew you were coming! ”

"Drink, drink! When are you going to drink! ”

The guitarist's eyes were blurred, and he also slammed the bottle in his hand.

"This brother speaks in a high-pitched voice and is full of energy. With tattered clothes, rebellious hairstyle, broken shoes, and graffiti on his face, is he also engaged in rock 'n' roll? ”

"Shake the off."

Da Le glared at Lao Zhai, Lao Zhai shivered, trembling and said, "It's not me ......"

The guitarist interrupted him: "Okay! Brother's words, deep in my heart! Shake your ass! I toast you, dry! ”

The girl was very embarrassed: "Don't mind, he can't drink, that's all there is to it." ”

The guitarist was drunk, but unlike ordinary drunks, he didn't shout "I'm not drunk" in a rebuttal, but staggered to his feet and grabbed Da Le's shoulder.

"Brother, come on."

Li Yingjun also stood up, hung the guitar on him, grabbed the hand on Da Le's shoulder, and put it on the guitar: "Big nephew, you are mistaken, this is the guitar." ”

As soon as his hand touched the strings, the guitarist plucked it, holding the guitar, he calmed down a lot, looked at Da Le and said, "Brother, seriously, do you want to do it?" With that, a string of notes flowed out.

The guitar, which looked a little worn out and scarred, didn't sound very good anymore, and it sounded silently in the empty street.

Li Yingjun patted Da Le on the shoulder: "He really thinks you are a rock 'n' roll, he is drunk." ”

Da Le looked at the guitar and shook his head: "It's okay, it's good." ”

"Big, big music, just sing it if it's good, your grandfather Zhai hasn't heard it for a while."

Da Le glared at Lao Zhai again.

Li Yingjun also glared at Lao Zhai, thinking to himself: "Open your eyes and talk nonsense, if Dale hadn't sung to me that night, I would have been able to recruit you during the day?" ”

"I want to sing one, but I don't know what it's called......"

The guitarist plucked the strings again and shook his hair: "It's okay, you sing first, I'll follow immediately!" ”

"Through the dark years," the guitar sounded, accompanied by a tinkling dong, "I also felt hesitant, and when you looked down, you realized the road under your feet." The free world in my heart, so clear and lofty, blooms and never withers, and the blue lotus ......"

Da Le looked at the night sky in the sky, his eyes shining under the cover of his hair.

The guitarist's tears flowed down his face, and he couldn't cry: "Brother...... You're really a rock 'n' roll ......."

After Dale finished singing, he turned back to the guitarist and smiled: "I can't sing well, people sing with a rustling voice, it's very good." ”

The guitarist shook his head: "You're singing something else." ”

Li Yingjun noticed that the girl also cried when she listened to the film, and now her head is lowered.

Li Yingjun said: "Mr. Zhai, it's your place." ”

Lao Zhai Tou said, "Huh? ”

Li Yingjun said: "Your specialty song, what kind of Erquan." ”

Lao Zhai Tou said: "Oh, Erquan reflects the moon." ”

Li Yingjun couldn't wait to kick him away: "I know this." I'm talking about that, the one with the lyrics. ”

"That's Erquan Yin." The girl said.

Li Yingjun said: "Now I will ask the two of you to cooperate!" ”

The female voice is soft and delicate, and the erhu is soft and low.

Da Le sat next to Li Yingjun, his eyes shining with moving brilliance, and he hummed along as he listened.

The song was finished, and Li Yingjun took the lead in applauding.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is not a tea party, why do you want to get together?"

Several pairs of eyes stared at him in amazement.

The duo Li Yingjun can still understand, Lao Zhai Tou actually pretended to be confused, Li Yingjun pressed the urge to kick him, smiled and said his great idea, and finally made a concluding statement.

"Who doesn't have a dream? Who wants to be alone? For the sake of life, you have to sell your dignity and suppress your soul of searching. It's a shame! Remember, you're all in the art industry, and maybe you'll become an artist in the future! Do not stop there, for once it is customary to humble yourself and bow your head and suplate, you will no longer be able to lift up your noble head! If you waste your artistic talent like this, I will not forgive any of you! ”

The guitarist was moved again, the girl listened to the film ignorantly, and the old Zhai Tou was full of tears.

Dale said: "Dad, why are you so impassioned every time, like a Communist Party member." ”

This sentence is more effective than Li Yingjun's generous speech just now.

As soon as the guitarist picked up the bottle, it fell to the ground, shattering the glass slag and dripping the beer dust on the ground.

"Ahh Da Le exclaimed, with a pity in his eyes.

"He's him, he's your father?"

Li Yingjun touched Da Le's head.

"I don't understand art. But if it's a child's dream, can a father not do his best to help realize it? ”

Everyone was very impressed.

Da Le wanted to speak, but was pinched by Li Yingjun.

"If you can trust me, will you do as I say tomorrow?"

Several people looked at each other.

The guitarist said, "Yes, yes." Mr. Zhai, in fact, it's not a last resort, I don't want to fight with you for this meal. The key is to live ......"

Li Yingjun said: "The eldest nephew is talking too detouringly. You're talking about the sharing problem, right? He waved his hand, "Is this good, we will follow you and cooperate for a week." You divide two-thirds, Mr. Zhai is one-third, and we don't want a penny. After speaking, he added a poignant sentence: "Ah! ”

Everyone looked at him strangely.

Li Yingjun smiled and secretly freed himself from Da Le's hands.

"Ah, that's it, you see."

"It's not good, it's not fair to you." The guitarist was a little hesitant.

"Nothing, try first. And, after all, dreams can't be bought with money. ”

The familiar feeling came again, Li Yingjun endured it for a long time, and did not scream "ah" again, sweat flowed from his face.

The girl handed over a napkin: "Wipe your sweat." ”

Da Le stretched out his hand to take it, and wiped it ruthlessly with emotion.

Everyone said, "You guys have a good relationship." ”

Li Yingjun grinned and pulled out a pen and paper.

"Tell me the names of the songs you often sing."

Li Yingjun snorted and wrote dozens of names one after another.

"Okay, eldest nephew, I'll be here tomorrow, see you there."

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Li Yingjun carried Lao Zhai's head on his back and pulled Da Le, who carried the empty bottle and walked on the way home.

"Uncle Zhai, there is something I want to tell you."

"Say it."

"You practice hard tomorrow during the day, get rid of your habit of being lame and blind, wash your clothes cleanly, and comb your hair neatly."

"Then no one will pity me."

Li Yingjun put Lao Zhai's head on the ground.

"Uncle Zhai, I've said so much, my tongue is curled, why don't you understand. You have to remember that you are not wagging your tail and begging for mercy, others listen to your art, not because you are pitiful. You want to change your image, you want to be an old folk artist, a messenger of popularizing traditional and elegant music, and your posture should be higher, and it is someone else who asks you to play as an old artist, understand? ”

Old Zhai nodded pitifully.

Li Yingjun picked him up again.

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"Dad, why don't you want money?" Dale lay in bed and couldn't sleep.

Li Yingjun smiled: "If I ask for money, how will you finish your homework?" ”

"Hey, you still remember, I haven't been in class for two days."

"When I have a clue about this, I'll continue to lecture you."

"Oh."

"Great joy."

"Huh?"

"Dad asked you, do you like to sing?"

“…… Like. ”

Li Yingjun looked at the clouds floating above, and the appearance of Dale singing with his little face still in front of him, sometimes closed his eyes and reveled in his own world, and sometimes opened his eyes to look at the deep night sky.

"If singing is fun, then Dad will try to keep you singing."

Li Yingjun fell asleep satisfied.

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