More than an hour later, Han Yuan stumbled off the bus.

Maybe his physique was a little weak, or maybe the strange smell of the old bus was too strong, and he almost threw up in the car halfway.

"It seems that the body still needs to exercise......"

Han Yuan drank a small half bottle of mineral water, and the feeling of motion sickness subsided.

At the same time, he began to look around for a suitable place to stay.

This is the most prosperous area of Yancheng, Jiefang Avenue.

As a third-tier small city, even in the most prosperous area, the environment is not as good as there.

However, as long as there is human traffic, it is enough for Han Yuan.

After resting for a while, Han Yuan was just about to get up and leave, when he suddenly heard the sound of a guitar.

"Is there anyone else here to show and sing?"

Out of his sensitivity to music, Han Yuan was immediately aroused.

You must know that in 2003, mobile payment and live broadcast were not on the rise, and roadshows were relatively unusual.

He followed the sound and soon found a young girl standing on the side of the street.

Her image is more unique, with a red and white school uniform jacket on her upper body, red pants on her lower body that have been washed until they fade, and bangs on her head almost cover her nose.

At this time, the girl was holding a very cheap and old guitar in her hand, and she was playing a tune in a rusty way.

It can be seen that she wants to express herself, but she is so nervous that her hands are shaking, her skills are also very rusty, and the music she plays can almost be described as ugly.

"The location is very good, but unfortunately it is too poor in all aspects to attract attention at all."

Han Yuan shook his head, not very approving of the girl in the school uniform.

In terms of guitar skills alone, the girl in school uniform is not as good as Han Yuan, who is really still in high school.

What's more, he was so nervous that his hands trembled and he covered half of his face with bangs.

After a few moments, a tune ended.

Su Xiaorou looked up with a little nervousness and a hint of expectation, but found that no one stopped in front of her.

She was a little disappointed and buried her head even lower.

"Girl, you still have to practice your chords diligently, and changing the F key in the middle of the song to C should be more suitable for you."

A voice came from beside her, and Su Xiaorou subconsciously turned her head to look at Han Yuan's gaze.

She was startled and hurriedly lowered her head and took a few steps back.

Han Yuan couldn't laugh or cry a little, how could such an introverted and socially phobic character show himself in front of others?

It stands to reason that he wouldn't risk being hated to comment on strangers, and this time it's really a bit too much to watch.

Han Yuan didn't care about Su Xiaorou anymore, so he found a nearby stone pier and sat down.

He took out the cardboard he had prepared in advance and put it beside him, which read: Two pieces of one is not too little, five pieces of ten pieces would be better

Considering that it is 03 years now, Han Yuan did not write a song, after all, if the audience ordered a particularly old tune, it would be embarrassing for him not to play it.

"What's the first tune to play?"

Han Yuan's face was pensive, staring at the busy city.

In this kind of local roadshow, it would be better to have the music close to life, right?

After a long time, his fingers plucked the strings lightly.

It was just a prelude, which instantly attracted the attention of passers-by around and Su Xiaorou not far away.

"Get off work at six o'clock in the evening and change out of the clothes of the pharmaceutical factory."

"My wife is boiling porridge, I'm going to drink some beer."

"I lived like this for thirty years, until the edifice collapsed......"

The lyrics seem to be nonsensical, but they have the power to hook the inner soul.

Han Yuan sang very slowly, and the singing spread all around, as if the rhythm of life in the whole city had slowed down.

After a while, many of the audience in front of him stopped.

It's a pity that in this era when the concept of consumption is still very frugal, only a very small part of the audience is willing to pay for rewards.

Even if he sincerely appreciated Han Yuan's reward, most of them were only five cents a piece.

Su Xiaorou looked at it from a distance, with some longing in her eyes.

She didn't understand why Han Yuan had such a deep voice at this age, and he could still sing that weathered sense of vicissitudes.

The morning passed quickly, and the sun was shining on the area.

"It's time to eat, let's change places later."

Han Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and counted the harvest this morning.

A total of 33 yuan, a bit unsatisfactory.

But it can't be helped, the morning is not the right time for a roadshow.

It is only at night, when people are most likely to wake up their innermost emotions after the exhaustion of the day.

"If only the Internet was developed now, my singing video would definitely go viral immediately."

The era of 2003 was not very convenient, even if Han Yuan was talented, he could only make money in this way if he had no channels.

And there is no popularity, even if you take the song and submit it to the music company, it is likely to be the result of sinking into the sea.

"Let's have a side hustle on the hour after a while, and I can earn a little more."

Han Yuan was not discouraged by this, this was just the beginning, and his ultimate goal was not to make a fortune by selling songs.

Just as Han Yuan was about to leave with his guitar on his back, he suddenly found that the girl in the school uniform had not left yet.

He paused in his footsteps, and reminded out of the kindness of his peers: "Aren't you still leaving?" ”

In the morning, the girl in the school uniform barely played the guitar a few times, and there was no point in staying here.

Although there is a reason for being robbed of business by Han Yuan, this is life, and no one will give up the opportunity to others.

"I, I ......"

Su Xiaorou's body stiffened, and she was extremely nervous.

She seemed to want to say something, but she was too embarrassed to say it.

Han Yuan's face was strange, and he simply turned around and left, not caring about it.

After seeing Han Yuan walk away, Su Xiaorou breathed a sigh of relief.

She stroked her rumbling belly and put her guitar in a cloth holster as she prepared to leave.

Although I didn't make a penny today, I was so lucky to meet Han Yuan and listen to songs for free all morning.

And anyway, I finally took the first step.

It would be nice if there were more listeners......

"Drink water?"

Just when Su Xiaorou was buried in sorting out her thoughts, Han Yuan didn't know when she turned back.

In his hand, he holds a bottle of cold Wahaha mineral water, the clear water refracting the sunlight through the plastic bottle.

"No, no, no......"

"Take it, just a bottle of water."

Su Xiaorou hadn't drunk a sip of water in the morning, obviously being reckless.

Seeing that Han Yuan was more persistent, Su Xiaorou couldn't refuse, and finally took the mineral water honestly.

Han Yuan nodded, feeling like a good person.

"Thank you, Han Yuan."

"You're welcome, I'm Lei Feng."

Han Yuan waved his hand and turned to leave.

He didn't take two steps and found that something was wrong, how did Su Xiaorou know his name?

Han Yuan looked back and wondered, "Do you know me?" ”

Hearing this, Su Xiaorou's body stiffened, and she almost buried her head in her chest.

"I, I'm your classmate, Su Xiaorou......"