In the next three days, Junyi found a basement and settled down there.
Other than drinking water every day, he insisted on eating only one meal of instant noodles every day for three days.
In addition, he also bought a guitar from a wandering singer under the bridge.
For the past three days, he had been playing the guitar and humming unknown tunes during the day. At night, he would read books about acting and stay up until midnight.
However, the time to wake up was still the same. It was still six in the morning.
Three days might have passed in the blink of an eye under normal circumstances, but in this situation, every minute and every second was torture.
It was not until dawn on the fourth day that Jun Yi came to the broken mirror in the corner to take a look.
It was no longer a handsome face, but a scary one.
His deep-set eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles under his eyes were so long that they could be drawn out.
Other than that, her hair was greasy and messy. From head to toe, she seemed to have changed into another person.
Yes, indeed.
He did not know how to put on makeup or disguise himself.
However, it did not matter. As long as he changed his body into that state and used his acting skills, he would be able to fool them.
"Heh, you've been working hard for three days just for a role.”
The corners of his mouth curled up into a terrifying arc as he laughed at himself.
Then, his expression slowly began to turn into pain and vicissitudes, as if he was really a low-class person living in a commoner's kiln.
He shook the wig, but it was so sticky that he could not move it.
Jun Yi grinned again and put on the old clothes he had prepared earlier. Then, he carried his guitar and left the house.
………
San Francisco Academy of Music.
This school was located in the middle of a busy city. Other than the ancient walls that proved its history, it was not very famous.
This was the place where the rich second generation of San Francisco reveled. It was also the beginning of the dream of the poor children who yearned for the music hall.
Almost two-thirds of San Francisco's street singers were gathered on the streets.
Every single one of them was dressed in tattered clothes and was singing their own songs.
On this weekend, another singer came.
Originally, everyone did not care. After all, they were already used to it.
However, as this person sang the first song, they were surprised to find that those silly students would only gather towards him.
However, apart from his talent, there was something even stranger about him. Every day after the students left, he would spend money to eat a meal and then leave the rest in the crowd.
Was it cowardice?
Who knew! Anyway, the others didn't care if you were hungry or not. After they got the money, they didn't find trouble with this wandering singer.
Three days later, the beggar moved to another gathering place near the school.
It was the same routine, the same plot. The boss of that area had heard of this person, so he did not make things difficult for him.
Of course, the prerequisite for all of this was that he had to hand over the money.
After another three days, the beggar changed his location again. It was the last gathering point.
On the day he arrived at the new gathering point, everything was the same as usual.
As night fell, the beggar lowered his head. His scattered hair made it impossible to see his face clearly.
The only thing that could be heard was his ancient voice slowly flowing out.
The surrounding students threw money at him as if they were helping him.
The beggar wouldn't pick it up. He would only pick it up after the song was over.
On this day, the girl who had been listening to songs for several days finally couldn't help but speak.
"Sir, I don't think you should stay in this place. You should go to the magnificent palace.”
Cut!
The girl did not expect the beggar to have such a violent reaction. He actually stopped the song and waited coldly.
After a long time, he heard a hoarse voice.
"You mean to sing for the rich and entertain them? Ha, I, Severn, would not do that.”
"But you sang really well, I think…"
Before the girl could finish, the beggar interrupted again. He looked up at the girl with bloodshot eyes and said coldly," I don't need sympathy.”
The girl was stunned. She didn't want to waste any more time talking to this beggar, so she went straight to the point." Sir, are you selling your song?”
"Not for sale." The beggar spoke without hesitation.
Instantly, the girl was stunned. She looked pleadingly at the boy who had been silent all this while, as if she was asking for his help.
The boy was also very domineering. He nodded at the girl." Don't worry, Tia. I'll get him to sell it to you."”
After he finished speaking, he looked at the local beggar." I'll buy a song from you for five thousand dollars. Are you selling it?!"”
"Not selling!" The beggar continued to shake his head.
"Ten thousand dollars!"
"Not selling!" The beggar shook his head.
At this moment, the girl suddenly shouted. The kindness on her face disappeared in an instant, and there was only a fierce expression on her face." Stinky beggar, what conditions do you have? I advise you not to push your luck."”
"Is that so?" The beggar finally replied. He hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking.
After a long time, the man and woman finally couldn't wait any longer before they spoke.
"I want you to take me to the Vinia Bar for a '92 Follett. Is that okay?”
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