It's just busking, but there are no busking songs in Ren Qian's memory, but there are a few little yellow songs, but he can't sing them.

And the popularity here is not very high.

After a song, there were more than 100 people who stopped, and there were cars parked on the street, and the car owners rolled down their windows and poked their heads out to listen.

In short, the traffic on this side street is blocked.

"Hey, man, what's going on up there?"

"A Chinese! A Chinese sings on the street and can play a two-tone guitar. It was just unexpected! ”

"This is a new thing, the Chinese have never been short of money, don't they disdain street art?"

"But I can't hear it here."

"You're late, it's over there. That cool Chinese! Well, leaving too. ”

On the other side, Ren Qian put down his guitar and glanced defiantly at the members of the group of busker bands.

Facts speak louder than words, and Ren Qian's strength made them dare not ridicule anymore, but their faces turned red. As for the black man, of course he couldn't see his face!

"Hey, man, are you really Chinese?"

"The Chinese Charter Empire, the Great Heaven... Orthodox inhabitants of the dynasty. ”

Ren Qian said proudly, the people around him were solemn, the mysterious country in the Far East, the national strength is extremely strong, it is said that they are never short of money, they wear luxurious silk clothes, eat all kinds of dishes every day, and the taste is rich, and their residents live in the palace and spend a lot of money.

In general, the people over there are rich people. That country is so rich.

For the people of American imperialism, the empire is a very mysterious country in the Far East.

And Ren Qian is a mysterious person in that mysterious country.

"Hey, handsome guy, are you going to come to my party tonight for a couple of drinks? Our friends might really like a handsome guy like you. ”

A sexy-dressed, white chick is kindly invited. Ren Qian's eyes swept away, a spicy and open chick. The specifications of the 36E are white and chaotic.

Her complexion is pure white, like a piece of jade that is translucent red in white, crystal smooth and greasy.

I'm afraid that many men are desperate to arch between the white jade.

Ren Qian didn't say anything, he left coolly, the so-called sending Buddha to the west. Pretend to be forced to the end.

Well, it's actually the nurse's sister who will come to check the post soon, and when the time comes, she will see a white girl......

You don't have to think about it to know what kind of 'domestic violence' he will face.

……

The Hotel California song is a classic, but you say it's going to be an instant sensation, but it's impossible.

After all, it is long and complicated, and it is full of metaphorical lyrics, and the songs that are not catchy will definitely not be widely sung.

In addition, Ren Qian is not a famous person, and he cannot be widely spread.

But it has a little bit of a reputation in this community. It's still more than enough.

That night, two hot girls at a bar were discussing, "Hey, Hilary Hahn, have you heard?" That day on Oak Street, a cool Chinese sang a really great song: 'On... a… dark… desert… highway，cool… wind… in… my… hair~ (On the dark desert highway, the cool breeze blows the hair~)

Warm… smell… of… colitas，rising… upthrough… the…… air~(Big... The warm smell of hemp permeates the air~)'

Listen to it, you will definitely be hooked. ”

Talking and talking. The hot girl also snorted, and the tune didn't know where to go.

"I heard about it. It's a pity I wasn't there. I heard that the Chinese were very cool, handsome, and had a very good voice. ”

The girl, Hilary Hahn, was also dressed in a rather revealing short sleeve, and her snow-white, plump arms propped up on the table, squeezing the pride on her chest, and the ravines were exposed to the flickering lights. You can see the slightest beads of sweat (or maybe a spilled cocktail) on top of the snow-white, glittering seductively in the colorful lights.

The men next to him couldn't help but cast glances in this direction.

"Luckily, I happened to be there. My guess is that he must have been a big Chinese star on vacation to California, otherwise the aura wouldn't have silenced the pony band. ”

"Okay. Ask your Chinese classmates if they know that handsome Chinese guy! ”

Hillary, Hahn replied.

……

In a small café near Oak Street, two literary and artistic are drinking coffee, they are students at the University of the Arts, and they are going home to rest. I didn't expect to encounter an interesting thing.

"That drug-soaked song doesn't seem to be easy. I don't think it's easy. ”

"Hey, come on, who knows, I think the solo of the two-tone guitar in the back is particularly charming, and the rest is so-so."

Two people argued, one thought the Hotel California song was great, and the other thought it was lackluster.

"Of course you don't understand, if you're there, you know where the stick is!"

"In my opinion, Chinese love to hold a long piano, hold a strange singing voice, and whine. How can you sing a good song......"

This man just doesn't believe it anyway.

"Hehe......"

The two parted happily.

Ren Qian didn't know that the young people near Oak Street were very familiar with him, although they hadn't seen him in person, but everyone knew that there was such a young man, playing a two-tone guitar, singing a very good English song, and even shooting a video of half of the song spread wildly in this small circle of friends.

Bars, cafes, art schools next to them, street bands......

So when he walked into the bar and wanted to taste a glass of Mexican agave, many people noticed him.

This place doesn't come to Chinese very often, and one of the most famous Chinese lately is the one who sings about Hotel California, according to rumors - very tall, with good muscles, cool and handsome, with yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair......

Well, it's the young man in front of you.

"Hey, man, you're the Chinese who sang Hotel California. What do you want to drink today, the wine purse is on me. ”

"It's okay to find me!"

"I'm the owner of the bar, you can drink whatever you want, and I'll give you everything for free tonight."

"By the way, do you know about music festivals in Hollywood? Next month, it's a musical extravaganza. In order for us to promote the development of music culture in California, there will be a great music festival. Many singers will come to participate, present their repertoire, and then the people will choose the most popular singers. ”

"This is the third edition of the festival. There have been a few big stars in the past. You can also try, you have the strength to try. ”

"yes, your Hotel California is great."

The waiter brought a glass of wine and put it in front of Ren Qian, and then the other drunken customers came over, clinking glasses one by one, and then introducing him to some useful things.

After a while, the glass of wine was empty.

"I'll try."

Ren Qian felt that this was good news. He's worried about not being able to find a way to become famous.

If he can become an instant hit at the California Music Festival, it will save him a lot of time...... (To be continued.) )