Tang Song had a quiet day, and called Pa Long, who told him that he was not in Xizi City these days. Tang Song thought about it and gave up his plan to go back to Jiangbin District, and wanted to go to the hospital to see how Little Apple's injury was, but when he thought that maybe Sun Buer was being courteous at Yang Weiwei's sickbed at this moment, he also dispelled this idea.

When he was bored, Tang Song walked around the school, and did not encounter anything special, but saw a different kind of homeless man in front of the shopping mall.

The homeless man's hair was greasy and long, and it was obvious that it had not been combed for a long time. His hair obliquely covers half of his face, and his facial features are good, and he can see that his original appearance is quite handsome, at least not ugly.

The homeless man wore hemp trousers, old leather boots under his feet, his upper body was bare, and a white, washed yellow shirt was tied around his waist. The muscles of his right hand had atrophied, and his palm was drooping downward, his misshapen palm swaying from side to side as he moved his body.

Behind the homeless man was an eighty-centimeter-tall speaker, holding a microphone in his left hand, and he was constantly thanking passers-by.

It can be seen that this homeless man is not a simple beggar, but relies on his talent to get rewards from others.

Tang Song couldn't help but stop when he wandered here, he had always been a kind-hearted person, and he wanted to help as much as possible for this tragic encounter of the homeless.

Tang Song found that there were quite a few onlookers, so he squeezed into the crowd. When Tang Song got closer to the homeless man, he found that the other party looked very familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, Tang Song remembered that he had seen an article about this homeless man on a local forum in Xizi City not long ago.

The article was written by a passer-by who was also an onlooker, and the person accompanied the article with several photos taken at the time.

At that time, the article had a great response on the forum, and there were many people in the comment area at the bottom. In addition to writing about the tragic deeds of this homeless man with a disability, the article also praised his singing, because the author seemed to be too excited, and Tang Song thought that this matter was suspected of hype when he saw this article at that time.

In front of the homeless man was an old bag full of banknotes and coins of various amounts. There were few five cents and one yuan in change, and more were ten yuan and twenty yuan banknotes, and Tang Song even saw a few hundred yuan bills in his luggage.

As soon as Tang Song wanted to go up to put some change in his suitcase, the homeless man had already cleared his voice and was ready to start singing.

The accompanying melody sounded, and the voice of the homeless man was heard in the next few seconds, and the crowd of onlookers suddenly stopped their noise and listened intently.

The homeless man sang the song of the late singer Anita Mui, and a slightly sad song "It Seems to Be an Old Man Coming" inexplicably brought the sadness in Tang Song's heart under his hoarse voice. He only sang a few words, and some people at the scene began to secretly wipe away tears, and many of these people who were infected by the singing were tall men.

"Joy and sorrow, old age, sickness, life and death, can't be said to be a legend......"

The homeless man's voice suddenly raised, Tang Song's heart trembled, and he seemed to be brought into a wonderful situation, at this moment he seemed to feel the helplessness of the homeless man in his heart about the impermanence of the world. In a song, I fully realized the bitterness of his years of begging, and the sadness of his tragic disability.

"The vulgar dust is insignificant, and the providence is boundless, separating you and me......"

Creation makes people, what is the fate of the world between heaven and earth? A life and death accident, from now on, he is no longer himself, and his relatives are in front of him, but he can't recognize each other at will. Providence is vast, tomorrow is not visible, and the next moment you will live or die, where will you be.

"There is no fate, memories are continuous, but life is short......"

The moment the singing voice came out of his throat, Tang Song suddenly felt that he was dozens of years old, and he was only in his twenties, and he instantly looked like an old man.

The past is like a cloud, love and hate are like a bubble, the haste and fragility of life are like summer cicadas and crickets, the fate of a life is only a hundred years, and the length of life is just a leaf of duckweed in the long river of years.

The homeless man's song has been sung, and the onlookers are all sighing, and there is a lot of loose money in his bag, which is full, and the box is almost full.

Standing next to Tang Song stood a very bookish man, about thirty-five years old, with knife-like cheeks, his hair combed very neatly, the two beards on his lips spread out together, a bit like two sword eyebrows, and a black suit looked clean and straight on him.

The man pushed the thin frame on the bridge of his nose and couldn't help but admire: "It's really amazing, I actually condensed my emotions with half a lifetime experience, and built momentum with a song." There should be a story in the singer's life that is not easy to tell, so the song has become the narration of fate and the clarion call for him to go on the expedition! ”

"Huh, what?" Tang Song couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he listened to the words of the man next to him.

The man's cultural atmosphere is very strong, so that he also has a bit of ancient rhyme when he speaks. He saw that Tang Song was a little curious, so he explained with a smile: "This classmate, were you infected all of a sudden when you heard him sing?" Actually, it's not just you, I'm sure all these people on the side are like this.

This kind of power was called 'potential' by the ancients, and the so-called potential is triggered by one's own emotions or the aura cultivated over time. In ancient times, those great generals who fought on the battlefield could force back thousands of enemy troops with their murderous spirit alone; And some celebrities and scholars can kill evil demons and crooked ways by relying on their heroic righteousness, and they can even deter the royal celestial might.

You see that this homeless man is actually a truth, he has already touched the artistic conception of potential. Incorporating half of his life's experience into his singing, he can naturally touch people's hearts. If you have not been guided by a famous master but have realized it yourself in a long time, then this person can also be said to be the pride of the Tao. ”

While the man explained to Tang Song, the homeless man had already begun to pack his luggage and was ready to leave.

The homeless man's movements were very slow, after all, his right hand had shrunk, and at this time he silently packed his speaker alone and dragged a large luggage away under the gaze of everyone.

Tang Song looked at the back of the homeless man and fell into thought, and after a while, he thanked the man in the suit next to him and chased in the direction where the homeless man left

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