Coming out of the company.

Qin Yi rarely enjoyed the purity of a person.

He had a beautiful meal and strolled along the Jianhe Bridge.

The night view at night is beautiful.

Colorful lights, it looks like you have entered the city of dreams.

I've been here for so long, and every time it's a hurry.

For the first time, I had the opportunity to experience the sights and charms of the city on my own.

I have to say.

The view of the city is stunning.

Not only is the scenery beautiful and the air fresh, but even the climate makes people feel comfortable.

Qin Yi, who was in a particularly good mood, walked leisurely in the direction of home.

"In my arms, in your eyes, there is a spring breeze intoxicated, and there is green grass."

"The moonlight sprinkled love all over the lake, and the bonfire of two people lit up the night."

"How many years later, like a cloud, the changing footsteps make it difficult for us to hold hands."

On the shores of Lake Baikal.

The elegant tune attracted Qin Yi's attention.

He staggered along to the nearest bar to his home.

In a gloomy bar.

A flat-headed man playing a guitar with his head down.

The song "On the Shore of Lake Baikal" is what he sang.

He has an extremely nice voice, and as soon as he speaks, he has a sense of slow vicissitudes.

is different from Li Jian's singing so ethereal and melodious, and there is also a hint of Russian folk song style.

Madi's voice is low and vicissitudes, and singing this song is more like a ballad.

Qin Yi likes this voice very much.

He ordered a drink, sat in the front row, and listened quietly.

"In this life, this time is too little to prove the deep affection of melting ice and snow."

"One day, you appeared."

"You are clear and mysterious on the shores of Lake Baikal."

"You are clear and mysterious, like the shores of Lake Baikal."

Closing his eyes slightly, Qin Yi listened very devotedly.

A song is finished.

Madi cleared his throat and took a sip of water.

He looked up.

As always, no one listened to themselves sing.

The whole bar was devoid of the sound of music, and all kinds of bustling sounds slowly became clear.

Maddy tugged at the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly.

He lovingly lifted his guitar and slowly adjusted his emotions.

Qin Yi took a sip of wine and looked at Ma Di on the stage.

His clothes were clean, just a little shabby.

Especially with a pair of canvas shoes that can't see the color on his feet, the whole person looks a little desolate.

This guy looks pretty miserable.

I continued to look up.

Qin Yi carefully studied his face for a long time.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it feels.

It wasn't until he raised his head slightly that Qin Yi was sure.

This is not the original song of Nanshan Slow - Madi.

This guy is a well-known representative of folk songs.

I didn't expect to meet him here first.

At this time, Madi had not yet sung the classic ballad.

Or an obscure bar-in-residence singer.

At this time, Ma Di's singing was still relatively brisk and simple, and the experience of staying in the bar did not wear out his folk temperament.

Back then, the song Nanshan Slow was also popular all over the country and became a must-have track in KTV.

"Hey boy, sing a song that loves you!"

There was a young man with yellow hair in the audience, who pointed at Ma Di and said with great momentum.

Love you This is a sweet song of the sweetheart master, especially the dance steps that love you, it is quite magical.

It's really embarrassing to let a man like Madi sing this sweet song.

Ma Di didn't raise his eyelids, and replied directly, "No." Change a song! ”

The young man below hugged his girlfriend with disdain and looked at him contemptuously, "I won't be studying now, my daughter-in-law is going to listen to this song today!" ”

After that, he even touched his girlfriend and swore that "what are you pretending to be high when you come here to sing, I'll give you an extra 200 tips, and even dance together." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of laughter behind him.

"That's it, tip you, jump!"

"Hahaha, the old man also has to bend his waist for five buckets of rice."

Madi often encounters such vexatious customers.

His expression did not change, he put the guitar on his back, and got up and walked down.

"It's time for today's singing, everyone is at their own convenience."

With that, he was going to get up and leave.

Huang Mao was lost face, and he was very unhappy.

He got up and grabbed Ma Di, and said viciously: "What is fake Qinggao, let you sing it well!" ”

After that, he threw out a wad of 100 yuan in cash from his pocket.

"See, grandpa, I have money, sing hard, and I'll reward you!"

Madi's face had begun to turn blue, and his expression looked very forbearing.

"Sir, my time is up, please go up and sing if you want to sing."

He pulled out his arm and started to leave.

Huang Mao still pulled him unrelentingly, and the words that came out of his mouth were even more ugly.

"Stinky singing, let you sing to grandpa, it's to look up to you, sing quickly, you can't leave if you don't sing today!"

After that, he reached out and wanted to pull his guitar.

Madi was originally enduring his anger and didn't want to cause trouble.

But Huang Mao actually used his guitar.

Actually move my guitar!

It's something Madi can't stand anymore.

I saw him.

Gently put the guitar in the empty seat next to him, and slowly raised his head, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

The next moment.

Madi made a move.

He stretched out his arm suddenly, grabbed the collar of the yellow hair, and lifted the person directly with ease.

"I said, I won't sing today! Got it? ”

The fierceness of Ma Di's eyes startled Huang Mao.

He wanted to say something crazy, and he looked at Madi's expression.

I was so scared that I didn't dare to make a sound, and I didn't dare to move.

"Didn't understand?"

Madi lifted it up again.

Huang Mao was frightened, and finally knew how to speak, "I understand, I understand!" ”

"Let me go first!"

Madi glared at him irritably, and lowered his arm.

Huang Mao wanted to come up and shout again.

Madi directly exposed his muscular arms, and his eyes looked straight at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao was completely frightened.

He silently withdrew his body, sat obediently in the booth, and stopped talking.

Madi silently picked up his guitar and put on his jacket.

Get up and walk outside.

"There's a mistake in the middle of your Baikal shore."

Qin Yi followed behind Ma Di and left the bar.

Madi had just walked out of the bar, planning to find a night market stall and eat two bites.

Suddenly I heard someone say that I played the wrong guitar?

Is this what people say?

How could I play the wrong guitar myself.

It's a fantasy.

The anger that Madi hadn't extinguished just now is even more rubbing out.

This man has a sick brain.

I put up with saying that I was ugly.

He even questioned my professional ability.

You can scold me casually, but dare to say that I am not professional.

Then I'll have to get it with you.

Madi immediately turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and planned to fight the man behind him.

"Mud Tower, you're looking for trouble!!"