Li Fengxuan was frustrated for a moment, and was caught by Zhang Chao. He knew that this picture was the key point in the later production of the film. If it weren't for the fact that Cen Yutong and Li Fengxuan were familiar, it would sound like an ordinary question, and it would not be able to arouse the hidden pain in Li Fengxuan's heart. While following the focus adjustment machine and filming Li Fengxuan's various things, he quietly gave Cen Yutong a thumbs up.

Cen Yutong didn't notice, she continued to ask, "Why are you staying here?" ”

"Tuning the piano, in a daze, when happy or unhappy, improvise and sing." Li Fengxuan pressed the guitar strings with his fingers, and gently stroked the strings with his other hand, and the scattered monotone did not form a tune.

The standing camera tripod attracted the attention of many passers-by, and someone came forward and said in a strange voice: "Yo, TV interview!" Some people even unabashedly sour: "Tsk, this is not Li Fengxuan, this is the rhythm of being red." ”

Strangely, the strange sound of chirping actually made Li Fengxuan, who had always been a little nervous, relax. There was a momentum of "Lao Tzu is like this, can you manage it" on his body for no reason, and suddenly raised his head and asked Cen Yutong and Zhang Chao on the side of the camera: "Do you want to listen to me sing a song?" ”

This time, his gaze did not hesitate, no longer floated and unfocused, and did not expect the other party's answer, he just told him very politely, still with the meaning of "if you like to listen or not, Lao Tzu can sing if you want to".

Zhang Chao gave an "OK" gesture and moved the camera to a better position, but Cen Yutong didn't move, she stood three meters away from Li Fengxuan, and watched him hug the guitar horizontally, and play it at will, it was a complete and good-sounding solo.

At first, he seems to be tuned with clear syllables, however, he plays faster and faster, and the guitar solo also changes from faint melancholy to more and more high-pitched, like a galloping horse, like a water bottle bursting.

Later, when he stood up—not that he was going to stand up, it was the music that pulled him out of his seat—and he bowed his head, half-crouched, snapping his fingers, completely caught up in the music, unaware that the people in the bar street were drawn to the music and gathered in a circle around him.

Colorful neon lights shone behind the people, illuminating everyone's face slightly hideous.

Many people came over when they heard Li Fengxuan's guitar, but after coming, they didn't focus their attention on him, but deliberately "unintentionally" passed by the camera lens in order to make themselves be photographed. Some people even squeezed over and asked, "What kind of column are you guys in?" When will it be broadcast? Cen Yutong had to go back to Zhang Chao's side, stop the idlers and others from blocking the camera lens, and explain softly.

Li Fengxuan still ignored the surrounding sounds, and played until he had fun, and only then did he slow down the rhythm of passion. He took a breath, sat down again, plucked the strings three or two times, and the whole person fell into a dreamlike state, and he sang:

"Am I in a dream?

Is that you the one in the dream?

Am I awake?

You're the one who left, right?

I sing at dusk, I sing in the morning,

I sang day and night.

I sing I love you, I love you, do you hear me?

Will you come back when you hear that?

Come back to my dreams, okay?

Can I not wake up from my dream?

I love you, do you hear that? ”

The raucous crowd quieted down. Li Fengxuan was in the center of the crowd, his long hair drooping down his eyes, like a melancholy teenager in a youth novel, and the bright bar street seemed to be purified by him.

After listening to this sad love song quietly, people can't come back to their senses for a long time. No one applauded, because the applause at the moment would have ruined the atmosphere.

Suddenly, a person stepped forward and put twenty yuan in Li Fengxuan's piano case. But his hand was stopped by Li Fengxuan: "Thank you, but I didn't sing just now, but shared." After listening to my whole song, you are already very popular. ”

Receiving an unexpected answer, the man's face changed slightly, and he suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect that there are such high-minded people in the world, and someone is willing to pay for your singing, doesn't it show your value?"

Li Fengxuan said: "Bosom friends are not judged by money. ”

The man picked up the twenty-dollar bill with two fingers and said, "Really? ”

Li Fengxuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Heart." ”

The man didn't insist, laughed twice, turned his head and left.

In the process, people dispersed one after another. After all, Li Fengxuan is also a frequent visitor to this bar street, and they are used to his voice from time to time. Cen Yutong and Zhang Chao didn't get too close, but used a telephoto to zoom in and shoot all this. Li Fengxuan has a wireless headset called "Little Bee" in the industry, so all the conversations he has with the guest have been recorded, and the post-editing is not a problem.

Li Fengxuan silently put the guitar into the piano case and said to Cen Yutong and Zhang Chao, "Let's go." He carried the piano behind his back and walked first, and his back was so lonely in the lively bar street.

Cen Yutong took a few steps closer and walked side by side with Li Fengxuan: "You sing here, do you usually have so many audiences?" ”

"Not necessarily. Today is a blessing to you. Usually there are more than ten or twenty of them, which is a lot, ** There are also three or four, well, there have been only one audience. ”

"Have you ever been when no one paid attention to you?"

"Why not?"

"Without an audience, do you sing?"

"Sing, why not? I just love singing my own songs. ”

"Singing without an audience? Isn't that lonely? ”

"Loneliness is the norm for creators." Li Fengxuan turned his head, looked at her and said seriously, the loneliness in his eyes was so obvious and so sad.

"Fengfeng ......" Cen Yutong found that she was not as close to Li Fengxuan as she imagined, she enjoyed his good and teased his colorful life, but she rarely followed up to understand his life and his psychological state. Although he has always reported good news and not bad news, as a friend, how can she not report his worries and treat his worries as if they did not exist? So she couldn't help but blame herself and shouted again: "Fengfeng." ”

Li Fengxuan hurriedly stopped, covered the camera lens that had been following him with his hand, and said to Zhang Chao: "Brother Chao, you have to help me cut out the part where she called me by my nickname!" I don't want to have an affair with her. Cen Yutong, do you know how many of the girls on this street like me?! ”

Zhang Chao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "The manuscript is under her leadership, you discuss it with her, I just edit the film." As he spoke, he continued to laugh thievingly.

After saying these words, Li Fengxuan really kept a certain distance from Cen Yutong, which made Cen Yutong cry and laugh: "What are you doing?" ”

Li Fengxuan said: "I mean seriously, you don't mind, I mind, I can't be killed by you." ”