Granny Jiang still didn't go out with them after all.

Yun Kuo, Yan Tao and Qin Zong walked out of the hospital.

Usually there will be a square next to the hospital, and the same is true for military hospitals.

Three equally brilliant men walked down the street, attracting the attention of many people, and the passers-by frequently looked sideways, and their eyes were full of amazement.

The clouds are far away, like the distant mountains and green daisies, which are beyond reach.

Qin Zong is cold and arrogant, as cold as ice and snow, and his cold arrogance reveals a compelling noble temperament.

Yan Tao's eyes were slightly raised, and he walked slowly between the two men, with a faint smile on the young man's handsome and demonic face.

The three attracted the attention of almost everyone on the street.

Many people were walking in the square, dancing, singing, and Yan Tao found that there was a street singer in the distance who was watching with many people.

The singer is a young man in his early 20s, wearing a peaked cap and sitting on a chair, playing and singing to himself.

His voice is low and slightly nice, and he bows to the audience after each song to thank him.

Even though, there was only one person who listened to him sing.

Young Master Yan's peach blossom eyes raised slightly, and he stood in front of him casually: "Can you sing "Dispel Sorrow"?" ”

Eliminate worries?

The singer nodded, and without further speech, sat back in her chair and began to sing to herself.

stubbornly singing bitter songs,

Listen to him being drowned out in the hustle and bustle,

You take up your glass and say to yourself,

A cup of the rising sun, a cup of the moonlight,

aroused my yearning and softened the cold window.

The singer's slightly hoarse singing voice sounded in the corner of the square, Yan Tao held his trouser pocket with his left hand, stood lazily sideways, and closed his eyes slightly.

The singer's voice is not very good, but there is a kind of simplicity and cleanliness in his singing.

It is as if a mountain stream is babbling, and you can see the pebbles and rain hidden under the water of the stream.

Although I never believe that the so-called mountains are high and the waters are long, life is short, why bother not to forget, a cup of freedom and a cup of death. Forgive my ordinariness and dispel my confusion.

The singer hung his head slightly, playing and singing to himself, as if he was caught in the world of his singing.

After singing a song, the singer stood up and bowed in the direction of Yan Tao.

Young Master Yan took a step forward and glanced at him casually: "Do you want to be a professional singer?" ”

The wandering young singer raised his head slightly, and although he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who asked him, he still nodded very seriously.

Maybe my singing skills are not good enough, and my skills need to be polished, but I believe that one day I will stand on the stage and sing for everyone.

Young Master Yan smiled, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the director of Seven Seas Company.

An extremely warm greeting came from the other end of the phone: "Young Master Yan, have you had dinner?" ”

Young Master Yan smiled and said, "I've already eaten, I have a little matter here, and I want to ask Mr. for help." ”

"It's good if Yan Gongzi has something to say, as long as I can help, it doesn't matter if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire."

"That's not it," Young Master Yan glanced at the young singer opposite, and said with a smile: "I have a friend here who wants to be a singer, can you give it a chance?" ”

He pondered for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that our company takes the boutique route, I don't know how your friend's singing skills are?" ”