"Forget the pain, forget the place,

Together, we set off on a wandering.

Although there are no beautiful clothes,

But there is hope in my heart. ”

The song is like the softest evening breeze in autumn, sweeping through the smoky streets, passing through the bright and bright lights, entering people's ears, through their ears, and into people's hearts.

The people in front of them carefully put down the banknotes, and carefully stood up and continued to listen to the song, while the people in the back slowly walked over and presented coins of varying amounts.

The people around are still coming, and the number of people is increasing from more than 30 people still in Xiangshang.

On this shijie, words and music are the things that can touch people's hearts the most, they can provide hope when people are desperate, heal when they are hurt, and comfort them when they are in pain, and they have been loved and sought after by hundreds of millions of people.

The young man's eyes were slightly closed, and he penetrated into the deep artistic conception of this song through the wine, and at this moment, he became the original author of this song and sang the original author's heart.

"We're going to fly to that faraway place,

Take a look at this shijie is not so bleak.

We're going to fly to that faraway place,

Look at this shijie is still a piece of light.

Forget the pain, forget the place,

Together, we set off on a wandering.

Although there are no beautiful clothes,

But there is hope in my heart.

We're going to fly to that faraway place,

Take a look at this shijie is not so bleak.

We're going to fly to that faraway place,

Look at this shijie is still a piece of light.

We're going to fly to that faraway place,

Take a look at this shijie is not so bleak.

We're going to fly to that faraway place,

Look at this shijie is still a piece of light.

This shijie is still a piece of light. ”

The original name of this song is "Zhang San's Song", the original singer is Li Shouquan, the title of the song refers to every ordinary person, the artistic conception is simple and warm, so that the listener can warm people's hearts.

After singing the whole part, I played a tail note of zuihou in my hand, and there was silence all around, and it seemed that I was still silent in the artistic conception of this song.

I don't know who was the first to applaud, and the applause was like ripples in the still lake, rippling in circles and surging around, replacing the silence for a few seconds.

Gu Yang opened his eyes, only to find that there was already a circle of black pressure people around him, probably the number was already hundreds, he barely maintained his composure, and swept down the guitar box in front of him, which was full of flowers, and there were a lot of banknotes, and a shallow layer was paved, even if it was the largest amount of one hundred, there were two in it.

Seeing so much income, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, picked up a hundred from it, smiled and bowed to the audience in front of him, and said, "Xiexie, everyone. ”

"Another one, shall we?"

Someone in the crowd suggested this, others woke up from a dream, and words like that filled the audience for a while.

"Well, sorry, it's showtime."

He smiled and refused, took off the megaphone, and returned the guitar to the girl with hooded glasses, and said, "Xiexie, your guitar, to show your gratitude, the rest of the money is yours." ”

The girl's facial expression thawed slightly, and she took the guitar, "Also xiexie your song, it's very good, why don't you take it all away?" ”

Gu Yang smiled, raised his finger, and sandwiched a bright red hundred on it, "A hundred yuan is enough, after all, this is your home field, and it is your things that are used." I don't feel comfortable taking too much, and besides, I only need a hundred. ”

Through the black sunglasses, the girl looked at him, and her red lips curved slightly for the first time, hooking up a touching arc.

Seeing that Gu Yang was no longer playing, many people were reluctant to leave, and the situation that almost occupied half of the street just now immediately became deserted, and only two or three people walked.

After going to the toilet to avoid the limelight, Gu Yang took the hundred yuan, and finally dropped a stone in his heart, walked to the barbecue stall more than thirty meters away, and prepared to settle the bill.

This time, he was a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he didn't want to be in the limelight, but he felt that this was the only way he could solve it, so he went all out, and he didn't expect the response to be so good. For the small half-box banknote, it would be fake to say that he didn't covet it, but he felt that as long as he wanted, he could choose a place to sing many times, and there was no problem in making more money, there was no need to worry about it for so much money, it was better to give it away generously, and secondly, what he said to the girl was also one of the reasons.

Looking back at the corner where she had just sang, the girl had disappeared as if she had never been there. Slightly stunned, he shook his head and chuckled, and walked towards his seat.

"Gu Yang."

At this moment, a girl's call came from behind him.

He turned his head and saw that it was Xu Wanling's daughter Wan Yun, and there were three or four peers next to him, presumably her classmates. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he felt that it was not good for others to greet and ignore others, so he politely raised his hand and said, "Hello, such a coincidence?" ”

Wan Yunyu smiled, walked over with her companions, and asked, "Is the guitar you played just now very good, and very unfamiliar, is it your original?" ”

Gu Yang was stunned, because in the more than two months she had known the other party, her attitude had never been so enthusiastic, most of them were cold and perfunctory, she thought about it in her heart and said, "No." ”

As soon as these two words came out, a boy with long bangs next to Wan Yun was obviously relieved.

Wan Yun's beautiful eyes flowed, and she said with another meaning in her words: "You are very low-key." ”

She searched for those lyrics on the Internet, and there was no similar song at all, and now that she thinks about it, there is no other possibility except that this song was written by the young man in front of her.

After a pause, she pretended to be relaxed and said, "We're going to eat now, do you have time to come with us?" ”

His gaze swept over the people around Wan Yun, Gu Yang closed his eyes slightly, opened them again, and replied: "No need, my friends and I have eaten almost, let's talk about it later." ”

Although he was a little disappointed that the invitation was declined, the smile on Wan Yun's face remained unchanged, and he nodded and said, "That's a pity." ”

Waving goodbye to Gu's mother's friend's daughter, Gu Yang returned to the barbecue stall and paid the money to the boss, who muttered, "Who sang the song?" It sounds so good, I haven't gone yet, and the people are gone. Warmly told him that he welcomed him next time, and then separated from Han Shenliang, who was three points drunk, with a smile and scolding, and walked to his home.

Sitting in a small clean shop, the atmosphere between Wan Yun and his party was a little solidified.

After ordering the meal, he sat there stiffly for a long time, Wan Yun's good friend Luo Yushan couldn't hold back, and asked his best friend tentatively: "Xiao Yun, you seem to know that young man very well?" ”

Wan Yun nodded with a smile: "Well, yes, his family is in the same neighborhood as mine, his mother and my mother know each other very well, and we often see each other." ”

got an affirmative answer, Luo Yushan supported her head with her hands and looked up: "Ah, the singing is so good, and the person is quite handsome, I don't know if he has a girlfriend." ”

Another female classmate also thought so.

A boy next to him listened to the other girls' admiration for the young man, and the feeling of jealousy grew, so he opened his mouth and said with a forced smile: "Hey, hey, hey, you're all like this?" You're an excellent student in the thirteenth middle school, are you so fascinated by singing along the way? Do you say, Liu Chang? ”

Since he was asked, Liu Chang couldn't help but react, he gave a short "um", stroked the hair that covered his sight, and said quite chicly: "Actually, the distance between us and him is quite far, and there is basically no chance to meet in the future." ”

When Wan Yun heard this, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Anyway, Gu Yang is also a person in their community, although she didn't usually look up to him much before, but it was an internal struggle, and now it is an external battle, how can others be allowed to belittle the people in their community?

So, she thought about it for a while, and then said in a reserved and polite manner: "I'm sorry, you are wrong, his score in the high school entrance examination this year is 650 points, and it is absolutely no problem to go to the thirteenth middle school." ”

Then, in the stunned eyes of everyone, he added very deliberately: "By the way, he scored 142 points in the Chinese language entrance examination, and it is estimated that there are few people in the entire Luochuan City who can surpass him in the language score." ”

Looking at the shocked looks of her friends, Wan Yun sat quietly, a subtle smile on the corner of her mouth.