Neon is full of colors, and the lights are on. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn a metropolis like Heijo, now is the beginning of a day of leisurely life. The office workers are no longer in a hurry during the day, and the night has shrouded people's faces.

Walking in the direction of the crowd, in the sound of metal knocking, Chang'an keenly captured a trace of melodious singing. The underground passage has a faint sense of crampedness because of the flowing crowds and the small merchants and vendors that can be seen everywhere, but it still unceremoniously "squats" the three folk singers, making the air seem impetuous.

To the south, a group of young men with dyed hair, leather coats and leather pants, and metallic textures were shouting hoarsely. The young people in the circle next to him seemed to be infected by this super rhythm, and they also twisted their bodies hard, roaring with the people in the circle. Some even took off their coats, or tied them around their waists, or held them high and swayed, as if they were going to fight collectively in the next moment. Among them, there are also girls dressed in heavy makeup, tight-fitting crop tops, dancing with their hands, enchanting, and their exposed skin rubbing against the people next to them from time to time. Chang'an looked at goosebumps, and hurriedly turned his head, couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and silently recited in his heart, "The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!" He hung his head and left. Maybe I can't get used to this kind of beauty and can't appreciate it.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the poor couple on the other side of the noisy crowd, who were ignored by the crowd. The poor man trapped by life, haggard and plainly dressed, his wife holds the simplest microphone and sings the old songs popular in the eighties. The husband sits in a simple cart pushing luggage, his calloused hands are empty under his trouser legs, but he still stubbornly presses the sound hole of a bamboo flute in his hand to accompany his wife. Although the singing is not beautiful, Chang'an is still moved by the truth and persistence. She touched her pocket, took out all the "pocket money" that Mama Yang asked her to put on her body just in case, and put it in the box in front of the couple. Chang'an's wad of 100-yuan bills covered the few gross bills, but despite this, Chang'an was still shy about the small amount of money he brought with him when he went out. Glancing at the sad story of the two written on the mottled board, he hurried away.

After a few more steps, the energetic music over there gradually weakened, and the faint melodious music that Fang Chang'an heard just now finally came into his ears again.

In front of him was a boy dressed as a student, with a delicate face, a somewhat shabby but clean and refreshing sweatshirt, holding a guitar and singing softly and slowly. The clean voice flows, and compared with the previous two high-decibel "magic sounds", his music is almost like talking to himself.

But his singing voice is unexpectedly good, if you can stop and listen carefully, it is estimated that few people can not be moved by his singing. However, at this time, the lights are bright, and few people have the leisure to enjoy quiet music in the noisy underground passages. This sound, which requires careful discernment to hear clearly, will turn many impetuous people away.

Thus the situation becomes, a boy dressed as a student sits in a corner away from the flowers and plays and sings to himself, while a girl with a slender body and a delicate and charming jaw that wraps herself tightly and stops to listen. Although both of them are out of place with their surroundings, at the moment, they seem to fit incompatibly, and the picture is quiet and beautiful.

"Hey, I said little sister, you've been listening to it for a long time, give money and money, you can't listen to music in vain and don't give money!" With a somewhat domineering voice, the originally beautiful picture was ruined.

Chang'an looked up in astonishment and saw the boy's unruly eyes. Only then did she notice that in front of the boy, there was an open piano box, and the gross tickets in it were pitiful, compared to him, the couple just now could be said to have a lot of income. But...... Chang'an lowered his head a little embarrassed, his money had just been given to the couple over there, and now, there was really no penny.

She listened to the song and listened to it fascinated, but she was caught red-handed by the party and did not give the money, which made her embarrassed. You must know that in her era, whether it was performing on the street or singing on the stage, the audience had to give a reward.

Seeing Chang'an's helpless appearance, the boy was quite surprised, and he didn't want to give money and leave? What's the matter with putting on such a grievance, can he still force her to give money? I really think of him as a thug! Brother Jun is very unhappy.

"Hey, why are you still wronged, it's like I'm robbing money, I'm willing to give the money to those two liars, and I'm reluctant to give it to the master, I really convince you of these chests...... It's not big and brainless! The last two sentences lowered the pitch, a little grunting, but fortunately Chang'an didn't hear it clearly, otherwise, because of this mouth, waiting for him, it is estimated that it will not be the next good luck.

"They're liars? How do you know, I think they are very pitiful, who would use this to cheat money? Chang'an flashed his big eyes of "ignorance" and stared at Cheng Jun burningly. Despite wearing sunglasses, Cheng Jun can still feel her exuberant "thirst for knowledge".

"This still needs to be asked, I sing here every day, the two of them change their clothes in the morning and evening, what time to start work, what time to change shifts, I know clearly, people are organized and disciplined large groups, okay? But I said, if you wear sunglasses at night, can you see clearly? ”

"Ah, it's okay." Chang'an took off his glasses with some coarseness and habitually lowered the brim of his hat, all of which were the result of being trained by Xiaoyu at home. "I didn't expect that there would be such a person!"

Listening to Chang'an's tone of amazement and disbelief, Cheng Jun fell to the ground. This sentence should be good for him, I didn't expect that there are such simple and easy to deceive people, and now children over the age of 3 know that the kind of people who lack arms and legs are basically liars, but this ...... This beauty!

He was stunned the moment he looked up, he looked so beautiful! Her beautiful eyes drooped slightly, as if she was regretting the news she had just heard, and she didn't notice Cheng Jun's unscrupulous look, bright eyes, porcelain muscles, bright teeth, and cherry lips...... No wonder she has to wrap herself up!

But how does it feel familiar? No, how could he have seen such a beautiful girl and not be impressed? I think about it, passing by the audio store today, isn't it this girl playing on the electronic display screen at the door of the store? So, she's a star!

No wonder Cheng Jun is not impressed, his home is described as good with the word "hardship", where is the TV for his entertainment, even the guitar in his hand is the scrap he picked up from the garbage heap and repaired it himself.

However, the poorer he is, the stronger he becomes, judging from his love of music and his faint arrogance in dealing with people, he is a person with a lot of backbone, which should not be underestimated. Young, not afraid of arrogance, afraid of no momentum.