Chu Zixian pulled down his sunglasses to reveal his eyes, watched the little boy bend down and asked him softly, "Little friend, do you also like to listen to this song?" ”

The little boy shook his head, looked at Chu Zixian with very innocent eyes and said, "Brother, why do you want to eat?" ”

Beggar... Rice...

The corners of Chu Zixian's mouth twitched, he just wanted to explain something to the little boy, but it was not necessary to think about it carefully, because in the eyes of some people, he was indeed similar to a begging for food, but he was a miserable seller, and he was an artist.

But for those well-wishers who can't understand music at all, Chu Zixian is not just a begging for food, otherwise why would he put the guitar bag at his feet.

The song couldn't go on, Chu Zixian returned the steel hammer for one dollar to the little boy, and then picked up the guitar bag and left the pedestrian street.

From that day on, until Chu Zixian walked out of the source city a long way ago, he didn't dare to play the guitar on the side of the road, every day when he arrived in a new place, he went to the local tourist attractions to go around, so that consumption accelerated, and Chu Zixian's money was spent most of it in just half a month, after all, he also had to buy clothes and the like, and with new clothes Chu Zixian would throw away the old ones, because he couldn't bring them on foot.

"There's no way to go on like this." Chu Zixian muttered in the hotel room, from a better hotel to a cheaper hotel all the way to a cheaper hotel.

Recently, I have forgotten what the original intention of resigning from the supermarket was, and after thinking about it again, Chu Zixian finally took the first step and started playing and singing in a place where no one was around, but Chu Zixian didn't put the guitar bag at his feet again.

He thought about it, singing is singing, if he doesn't have money in the future, then he will talk about it later, anyway, he has money now.

In this way, Chu Zixian really opened his mouth, and gradually adapted to this state.

On the side of the street where people come and go.

In the dimly lit city.

In the night of the shadows.

In the square...

Outside the snack bar...

At the door of the public toilet...

As for the trick to thickening the skin, that is, to do what you want to do in front of everyone, of course, Chu Zixian didn't have the determination to put the guitar bag at his feet until May.

The state of the whole person has changed from a clean guy to a white greasy man.

Chu Zixian has taken a bath every two or three days at the beginning to now he is too lazy to take a bath for more than a week, from the hotel accommodation at the beginning to the current sleeping on the street, he adapts to this process super quickly.

One is that he is thick-skinned, and the other is that the little money he saved is basically bottoming out.

As for the mental state, Chu Zixian can't say what his situation is, from the good idea at the beginning, to the current daily mess, Chu Zixian feels a little at ease with what he encounters.

Stop and look for a job, he doesn't want to stop and don't want to work, and it's impossible to go back to Ping City, anyway, he plans to spend all the money first.

Of course, during the period, I also received a call from Yang Lin and his family, the two were originally scheduled to get married in April, but later because Song Wanzhen's family died suddenly, the marriage was directly postponed, and Yang Lin was not determined as for the specific time, but Chu Zixian estimated that this year was enough.

Zhu Rui also made a few phone calls, and learned that Chu Zixian had quit his job in the supermarket and started the life of a wandering singer, which shocked him to the point that he couldn't do it, but he could hear that Chu Zixian was in good spirits on the phone, so he didn't say much about Chu Zixian.

The agreement in May this year was completely ruined, and the seven people were busy in the north, south, east and west, Zhu Rui asked and heard that everyone was busy, so he didn't say anything.

Zhejiang City has the largest film and television shooting base, where many men, women and children with star dreams gather.

When Chu Zixian came to Zhecheng, he obviously felt that the artistic and cultural atmosphere of Zhecheng was much heavier than those places in Yuancheng, and he had only been here for a few days, and he saw a lot of singing, which made Chu Zixian feel that there were quite a lot of peers in this place.

Scratching his head with his hand, Chu Zixian felt that his hair was greasy and greasy, and he hadn't taken a bath for almost ten days, and he felt itchy all over his body, and he had to spend money to open a house, and he could go down one more city no matter how tight he was.

Found a recliner next to the street, Chu Zixian put the guitar bag under his head and prepared to sleep, there was a bulletin toilet not far away, and when he got up in the morning, he washed his face with water and pulled it down in a day.

In fact, Chu Zixian also knew that his days of experiencing life were coming to an end, and he was torturing himself, but now that he thinks about it, Chen Yao really only has memories left, and he has such a good memory.

"If you run out of money, do you go back or just work in this place?" Chu Zixian thought about this question and fell asleep in a daze.

The number of times he was woken up in the middle of the night, Chu Zixian couldn't count.

There was a steal of Chu Zixian's guitar that woke him up.

There was a cool breeze blowing in the middle of the night.

There are people who are woken up by stray dogs.

However, Chu Zixian is quite lucky, it may be that the places he chose are relatively safe, anyway, there are no outlaws who have held Chu Zixian hostage.

But today, Chu Zixian was woken up by a woman.

"Huh?" Chu Zixian touched the saliva on the side of his mouth, reached out and pulled his greasy long hair aside, and looked at the woman's face in the morning light.

It was a strange and familiar face, a face that had now been buried in the depths of Chu Zixian's heart, Chu Zixian thought he was still dreaming, and couldn't help but rub his eyes with his hand again, and after opening it again, he looked at the woman.

He could see a lot of mixed emotions in the woman's eyes, but the unbelievable and the surprise took more place.

"Chu Zixian, is it really you?" It's still the same gentle tone, but with irrepressible excitement.

"Chu Zixian? Who is it? Beauty, did you recognize the wrong person? Chu Zixian hurriedly pulled down his messy hair with his hands and covered half of his face.

"And said it wasn't you! I recognize your voice even when it turns to ashes! How do you get this virtue now! How to sleep in such a place? Hurry up and go home with me. Jiang Kexin didn't dislike Chu Zixian's dirty body, and she grabbed Chu Zixian's hand and dragged him up.

"Back... Home..."Chu Zixian muttered, looking at Jiang Kexin with a distressed look in his eyes, he didn't expect to see each other again in such a scene.

And the word "go home" went straight to the bottom of Chu Zixian's heart, why did he leave Pingshi and wander around and was unwilling to stay? It was because there was no place for him to feel at home, and Jiang Kexin's appearance instantly made Chu Zixian's wavering thoughts take root.

Half-dragged and half-pulled from the recliner by Jiang Kexin, Chu Zixian smelled the fragrance of Jiang Kexin's hair, hurriedly jumped to the side, and said, "What, I'm a little sloppy, don't stain your clothes." ”

"What nonsense, follow me!" Jiang Kexin's gentle tone was a little dissatisfied, she reached out again to hold Chu Zixian's hand, grabbed Chu Zixian's guitar bag with the other hand and walked to the B carriage parked on the side of the road, then opened the trunk and threw Chu Zixian's guitar bag into it first, and then dragged Chu Zixian to the co-pilot, opened the door for him, and said to Chu Zixian in a commanding tone:

"Get in! Let's go home! ”

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