Snow-white Chang'an.

Suzaku Street, which is bustling with people.

A young man dressed in white, a musical instrument they had never seen before.

The singing voice is clear, the lyrics are novel, but the emotions in the singing can still be transmitted to the depths of their hearts through more than a thousand years of time and space.

The same youth.

The same growing pains.

Whether it is the citizens of Chang'an thousands of years ago, or the teenagers who are struggling to survive in the super city after a thousand years.

Time has never changed.

A heart that loves music can travel through millennia.

At the beginning, the crowd of onlookers was still muttering and whispering, this teenager seemed to be different from all the teenagers they had ever seen, and he sang differently.

But as the music progressed, the rhythm looped back and forth, and the same emotions continued to be superimposed, and the expressions on their faces began to change.

From questioning, to contemplation, to the final drunkenness, I sang and sang together with the beat.

Xu Geng looked at his precious grandson, his eyes were also confused, his grandson followed him to learn vocal music, he knew that he was very smart, and his knowledge of ancient music scores was almost a little thorough.

He thought that his grandson would sing songs such as "Eight Voices of Ganzhou", "Fixing the Storm", "Ugly Slave", "Waves and Sands" and other songs he taught him, but he never thought that he sang a song that he had never heard and never knew.

Although he had never heard of it, he thought it was very good.

It sounds comfortable, it's pleasant, and it resonates, even if the tune is so weird and new.

This song seems to be very long, Yang Jian seems to have been singing for a long, long time, and there are more and more onlookers, more and more.

But there was no one to tip.

Although Xu Geng was also enigmatic by Yang Jian's singing, his cloudy and dizzy old eyes were always staring at the crowd on the field.

He sighed softly in his heart.

This blow is likely to be a blow to his grandson's future acting career.

I hope he can endure it.

No matter how long the song is, there will be an end to it.

After Yang Jian finished playing and singing, looking at the black crowd in front of him, looking at the stunned expressions on their faces, his heart was actually proud.

Such a scene reminded him of his past life.

That beautiful summer vacation.

He is still a flower and a teenager in the hearts of countless people.

However, those who loved him at the beginning later said that if they don't love him, they won't love it.

He quickly withered and withered.

Then came to the streets of the capital of the empire more than a thousand years ago.

He smiled.

Then he bowed deeply to the crowd of onlookers.

"Good singing, little sir."

A familiar voice sounded, but it woke Yang Jian up from a fantasy.

"Is that you?"

Yang Jian raised his head and stared, and then he saw the familiar face.

Youthful, young, with an innate nobility.

"Little sir, you are so versatile—"

The person who came was naturally the third prince of the Tang Emperor, Li Xiang, the loyal king.

He's been standing there for a long time.

At first, he saw the crowd on the most prosperous and lively street in Chang'an City and thought that something had happened, as the commander of the city who was responsible for the safety of Chang'an City, he naturally had the obligation to understand every such occasion, and now the Tang Empire is extremely prosperous, but the secret grip cannot be ignored either.

His duty is to strangle all possible grips in Chang'an City in the cradle.

However, he saw his husband.

That little gentleman with white skin, flesh, small arms and short legs!

He couldn't help but be surprised!

This little kid has a very high level of poetry and arithmetic, and now, even his singing level is so outstanding?

However, what he sang was indeed very good!

"Hehe, thank you, Your Excellency!"

Yang Jian looked at Li Xiang and shook slightly, but there was a proud and smug smile on his face.

"Well, this is a reward for you."

After Li Xiang finished speaking, he took out the money bag from his arms, and carefully put in a hundred Wen reward money in Dahong in front of Yang Jian's stall!

"Oh-"

There was an immediate sigh from the crowd.

One hundred texts!

This is the most single bounty they have ever seen in their lives!

One hundred is enough for many of them to spend a month's expenses for their families!

This official Nirvana's young man is really generous!

People couldn't help but exclaim.

Moreover, to Xu Geng's surprise, with the great commander's reward, after him, people began to flock to him, throwing the money in his apology bag into Yang Jian's Dahong one after another!

Money rains down.

In an instant, the sound of ding-dong was endless.

In the end, Hiroshi soon filled up, but the bounty continued to fall, and finally it all fell on the snow outside of Hiroshi, and the snow was smashed out of the pits one by one.

Potholes and dots.

Then there were many cheers and cheers, especially to Yang Jian's surprise, he also saw a lot of women and girls screaming, and they threw the silver money in their money bags in front of Yang Jian in waves.

Yang Jian was a little stunned.

How had he ever seen this before? When he was the most dazzling and popular in his previous life, only fans sent them a few flowers, as for money, he had never heard of it, although he had heard that many celebrity fans would send money to their idols, but his fans had never been so conscious!

However, the pinnacle of glory he dreamed of suddenly became a reality in Chang'an today!

Looking at the heavy white silver coins in front of him, he felt that his eyes were about to be spent.

Xu Geng, who was standing behind him, was also confused.

Didn't Zi'er's reward just now?

Why, in the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the reward fell like a storm?

Baby grandson, let's be developed too!

Xu Geng was ecstatic in his heart, but his body involuntarily ran all the way to Yang Jian, picked up the silver coins scattered on the snow one by one, wiped off the water stains, and then put them into the blanket he carried.

His old face was wrinkled.

Yang Jian was about to express his gratitude, but was quickly drowned out by the subsequent applause and cheers and the sound of throwing rewards, while the people of the Third Highness had already disappeared into the crowd.

"One more song!"

"One more song!"

"One more song!"

The cheers of the crowd on the field continued.

Their voices rose and fell, wave after wave, and the sound waves were like mountains and seas, completely submerging Yang Jian.

Is this ancient fan so enthusiastic and terrifying?

Yang Jian looked at the almost out of control scene in front of him, and his face was also a little worried.

Are you sure that you will not be arrested and imprisoned for disturbing social order by the current dynasty?

He looked ahead, but because the person was too short, he couldn't see through the dark crowd in front of him.

Sing?

R don't sing?

Yang Jian was a little embarrassed.

"Baby grandson, sing one more?!"

Grandpa Xu Geng squatted on the ground, with a handful of rewards in his hands, his hands seemed to be trembling, Mom, he Xu Laohan has never received so much reward in his life! With so much money, like a raging storm, he has seen it for the first time in his life!

His voice was as excited and turbulent as the smile on his face.

"Sing one more, grandpa?"

Yang Jian looked at the old money fan on the ground, but he wanted to burst into laughter.

"Go on, baby grandson!"

After Xu Geng finished speaking, he lowered his head and went to the ground to pick up the money again.

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