Yang Jianguang didn't care about Wu Fan's performance anymore. He walked straight onto the stage, searched around among the pile of musical instruments on the stage, and finally picked up an acoustic guitar.
Turning around, holding the guitar in his arms, he looked forward quietly.
He looked at the hustle and bustle of the crowd in the cafe, looked at the group of proud people in front of him, and looked at the cafe that he had never stepped into leisurely and gracefully in his previous life.
He gently stretched out his index finger.
It was like seeing through the long river of time spanning the future and the past, and seeing the two Yang Jianguangs of the past and the future running toward him with swords and horses. They crossed mountains and rivers, crossed tall buildings, and crossed the past and the future.
of dust...then smiled and extended her index finger to him.
The three fingers touched and ripples appeared in the air...
The two Yang Jianguangs in front of them smiled, opened their mouths, and spoke softly.
Hengdao immediately, happy and grudges, this world belongs to you.
Yang Jianguang nodded towards the air, and in an instant the three Yang Jianguangs merged into one. The past and the future merged into the present, and the dazzling bustle was still in front of them.
He cleared his throat and nodded towards Mengxuan in the crowd.
For some reason, Mengxuan's originally nervous mood calmed down when she saw Yang Jianguang holding the guitar. She looked at Yang Jianguang expectantly and curiously looked at this boy who was not very eye-catching.
But what Mengxuan couldn't understand was that Yang Jianguang was obviously not very old, so why did he have such a profound temperament, as if he had been wandering for half his life?
Wu Fan gritted his teeth, stepped aside disdainfully, and thought to himself.
What to pretend?
How can you be better than me who has studied music for so long?
Stop joking, I am the only one in the universe, just wait and make a joke in front of Mengxuan!
Taking a deep breath, Yang Jianguang lowered his head and gently strummed the guitar in his hand, and then a low singing voice sounded in the cafe.
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword and seeing the prosperity of the world~"
"Young minds are always a little frivolous, but now you are at home all over the world."
"The girl who once made you feel distressed is now gone. Love always makes you long for and trouble you..."
Listening to the low singing, the discussions in the cafes that were still sparse just now gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes gradually focused on Yang Jianguang.
At this time, Yang Jianguang's playing gradually accelerated.
"dilili...walk on the road of courage!"
"dilili...there are sadness and excitement~"
"Every time when I feel sad, I just look at the sea alone, and I always think of my friends walking on the road beside me, how many of them are healing..."
Yang Jianguang's deep voice gradually increased in speed, and only Yang Jianguang's singing was the only thing left in the cafe.
The people around him gradually became quiet, and listened to the song carefully one by one.
Liu Qiang looked at the changes in the people around him and said unconvinced, "What the hell is this singing? There is no sound of the boss's piano at first glance..."
But before he could finish his words, the waiter of the cafe next to him gave him a stern look.
"Shut up. If you keep making noise, I'll ask you guys to leave!"
Liu Qiang became angry, pointed at the foreman and increased his volume. "You are looking for death, believe it or not, I asked my friends to beat you up? Big guy, little fat guy..."
But before Liu Qiang finished speaking, the group of students next to him who had obviously come with him turned their heads with a bad attitude, and uttered two words through their teeth with murderous intent.
"Shut up!"
"Okay." Liu Qiang, who had been angry just now, suddenly became frightened and stood aside with a low eyebrow.
At the same time, Yang Jianguang's guitar sound became rapid, brisk and exciting, and his vicissitudes of singing also became full of emotion!
"Every time you feel sad, just look at the sea alone."
"I always think of my friends walking on the road beside me, and how many of them are waking up."
"Let us drink this glass of wine. A good man's heart is as big as the sea."
"After experiencing all kinds of ups and downs in life, this smile is warm and innocent..."
…
Outside the cafe.
Shishi and the girl with short hair were walking side by side, chatting and walking.
Just as the two were about to leave, singing suddenly rang out from behind.
"I once dreamed of traveling to the ends of the earth with my sword and seeing the prosperity of the world."
"Young minds are always a little frivolous
, now you are at home all over the world..."
This song...why haven't I heard it?
Shishi was suddenly stunned. As the singing continued to sound, the confusion on her face was gradually replaced by shock.
The girl with short hair was holding the guitar and was also attracted by the singing.
How could such an infectious voice appear in an ordinary Shanghai University student?
For a song, the most important thing is not how gorgeous the words are or how exaggerated the music is, but how contagious it is!
The stronger the appeal, the easier it is to impress people! And making one's singing voice full of emotion and appeal is what Shishi has always been pursuing.
There was no one in the entire conservatory who could find such an infectious voice. Now she actually heard it in an ordinary student's voice?!
The guitar sound gradually calmed down, and their rapid and infectious singing gradually disappeared.
"...Let us drink this glass of wine. A good man's heart is like the sea; he has experienced all kinds of ups and downs in life, and this smile is warm and innocent..."
It wasn't until the surroundings became quiet for an unknown amount of time that the two top talents from Shanghai Conservatory of Music reacted to the singing.
Shishi and the short-haired girl suddenly dropped their treasured acoustic guitars and ran towards the cafe like crazy.
They must meet the man who sings!
Unfortunately, when they rushed into the cafe anxiously, they found that only the ordinary acoustic guitar was left on the stage. And Yang Jianguang, who had just sang, had gone to nowhere.
Shishi gritted her teeth, found Mengxuan who was also stunned, and asked eagerly, "Hello, where is the boy who came with you just now?"
After hearing Shishi's anxious composition, Mengxuan glanced at the acoustic guitar, clenched the suitcase full of Walkmans in her hands, and suddenly shook her head.
"He left already."
In the audience, Wu Fan stayed where he was, slightly opening his mouth, wanting to speak but unable to say anything for a long time.
He was just... immersed in Yang Jianguang's singing.
I don’t even know when Yang Jianguang left!
Wu Fan glanced at the expensive and exquisite piano in front of him, and then at the ordinary acoustic guitar in the corner.
Yang Jianguang's singing seemed to be lingering in his ears again.
"I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with my sword and seeing the prosperity of the world..."
Inexplicably, Wu Fan's feet suddenly became weak and he collapsed on the ground, never having the strength to get up.
…
At the same time, Yang Jianguang appeared on the way back in a good mood.
After singing the song, Yang Jianguang was too lazy to stay at Shanghai University.
I don’t know if Xu Wei will doubt his life a few years later when he hears the song “The Past You?”
When we returned to Tea Egg Master's area, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.
Seeing that it was quite late, Yang Jianguang simply gave up looking for a place to sell his Walkmans and walked directly to the train station square.
Because he was staying at his uncle's house and had time today, Yang Jianguang planned to treat Mr. Tea Egg to a dinner tonight. It was also a celebration.
Today is equivalent to selling a box of more than 70 Walkmans for more than 7,000 yuan.
In addition to the 4,000 yuan earned from selling jeans, Yang Jianguang has already broken through 10,000 yuan in his hands, becoming a real household worth 10,000 yuan.
It has only been less than a week since I came out, and my family has become a household worth ten thousand yuan. I wonder if my mother will be shocked when she hears this.
With this thought in his heart, Yang Jianguang slowly walked to the familiar train station square.
When he found the uncle, Yang Jianguang found that the tea egg uncle was arguing fiercely with a bearded uncle next to him.
"Lao Xu, we have to be honest in our business, are you following my example when you talk about giving eggs?" Mr. Tea Egg asked angrily, pointing at his beard.
"You just follow my example and give out eggs, but now you actually want to rob my stall? You still want to drive the old man out of this square, bah, are you still human?"
The bearded man was obviously not someone to be trifled with. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, looked down at Mr. Tea Egg, and started to curse.
"Old immortal, don't talk nonsense. I'm just selling eggs. What do you mean by imitating you! I even said you imitate me!"
"You said I learned from you, who can prove it to you?"
As he said that, the bearded man glared around a few times unceremoniously.
Suddenly, several vendors watching the excitement lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.
This bearded man was not someone to be trifled with at first glance. Even though they knew whoever was the first to offer eggs to sell tea eggs, how could they dare to offend the bearded man at this time?
The performance of everyone made the bearded face suddenly show a bit of satisfaction. "Old man, do you see anyone around to prove it to you? You'd better get out of this square!"
Although Mr. Tea Egg was furious, he felt disappointed and helpless when he saw that several familiar vendors around him did not dare to look at him.
Seeing this, the bearded man became even more arrogant and laughed with great pride.
"You say that I, Mr. Xu, am imitating you? Hahahahaha...don't be kidding!"
"Let me tell you, no one dares to say anything to me, Lao Xu, in this square. If you offend me, do you still want to hang out?"
"If you, Mr. Zhangtou, can find a seller to prove it to you today, I will get out of this square right away."
"But if you can't find it..."
But before the bearded man could finish the second half of his sentence, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.