Protecting the balloon, Mu Kuyan cautiously squeezed to the front to see the young man who was singing.

He was tall and thin, wearing a loose beige shirt, very loose and loose, ripped jeans underneath, a head of three-seven points of inky broken hair, red lips and white teeth, a rivet ring on his finger holding the microphone, and a guitar on his body.

It's exactly the same as a street singer.

At this time, the boy was singing with his eyes closed, attentively and seriously.

One of the hottest songs at the moment is "The Rest of My Life".

On such a street, there is no soundproof room, no stage, only his dedicated singing skills, and this song is covered by him very tastefully.

The most important thing is that this is still a very young teenager.

One song is over.

The boy bent down and bowed to everyone, "Thank you." ”

As the boy's thank you fell, there was warm applause around him, mixed with the cheers of the girls.

"Su Shao, Su Shao, Su Shao, Su Shao......"

"Ahh

"Oh mom, Su Yishuo sings so well, I'm almost fascinated by his voice."

"It's a pity, Duanmuye didn't come tonight, but I'm still very happy to have Su Shao here."

……

Listening to the crazy shouts of those girls, Mu Kuyan couldn't help frowning.

It's too noisy here, and she doesn't seem to be fit here.

Just as she was about to turn to leave, her eyes fell on the ripped jeans that the teenager was wearing.

After looking at it for about two seconds, her eyes moved to the stereo and the black backpack next to the boy.

After being silent, Mu Kuyan took out two one-dollar coins from his pocket and checked them in the palm of his hand.

I took the coin from my brother, and now I will give it to him.

Holding the coin with her index finger and thumb, Mu Kuyan walked up to Su Yishuo when all the girls were frantically cheering for Su Yishuo, and then put the coin in her hand on the black backpack next to Su Yishuo.

The coin falls.

In an instant.

Silent.

The cheers and applause just now are all gone.

All around, there is only an atmosphere that can't be quieter.

Mu Kuyan looked at the white young man in front of him.

She recalled that when she was in Huadu, she had seen many street singers, all of whom relied on their own skills and talents to obtain money.

And the teenager in front of him, even if he came out to work on the streets, he took care of himself cleanly.

"Come on."

Mu Kuyan said cheers to the young man, and then turned to leave.

In this surprisingly quiet atmosphere...... Leave as if nothing happened......

Su Yishuo was still stunned.

He sang a song, why did someone come and give him money??

At the scene, including all the people who came to see Su Yishuo's singing, they were all in a daze.

Until, seeing that Mu Kuyan was about to walk out of the crowd, Su Yishuo came back to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward and blocked Mu Kuyan's way.

Just about to explain that he was not the kind of wandering singer who asked for money, but a street art singer who sang and played, Su Yishuo was shocked after seeing Mu Kuyan's face.

"You, you, you, you, you......"

You've been for a long time, and you can't come up with a complete sentence.

"Me?" Mu Kuyan probably knew what he was going to say, and bent his lips slightly, "You are very talented, and the song is very good." ”

Song, very good.

As soon as he heard the girl in front of him, praising his song for being very good, Su Yishuo's white cheeks quickly became red.

Soon, even the roots of the ears were red.