A homeless man approached Zhou Erke from a corner.
A few young microscopic girls frowned and moved aside in disgust.
At this moment.
Zhou Erke had just finished singing a song.
"Hello,"
Lu Yuan looked at Zhou Erke and suddenly said,"
His voice was very deep and filled with the vicissitudes of life, giving off the feeling of an old cannon.
Zhou Erke followed the voice and looked over with a puzzled expression.
"I haven't sung in a long time."
"I want to try."
Although he still looked like a vagrant, Lu Yuan didn't feel uneasy or shrunk. He looked at Zhou Erke and pleaded.
Lu Yuan's voice sounded.
The surrounding audience who were watching Zhou Erke's live broadcast was in an uproar. They looked at Lu Yuan with an unfriendly expression.
A few young boys walked over…
"Alright…"
Zhou Erke's voice sounded.
……
Zhou Erke stepped aside.
"Uncle, be careful."
Zhou Erke handed over his guitar, pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and reminded him.
"Yes."
Lu Yuan took the guitar and snorted. He then walked to the live broadcast camera.
Hundreds of thousands of netizens who were watching Zhou Erke's live stream saw a homeless man appear in their field of vision.
The bullet comments instantly exploded!
Lu Yuan took a glance and saw some of the content, which was very unpleasant to hear.
"Where did this beggar come from? Isn't it dirty?!"
"Erke is too kind, isn't he?"
"Such a good guitar, after being played by this beggar…I don't know how many bacteria it has. Can it continue to be used?”
"Previous poster, stop talking. Just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted. I even have goosebumps!”
"Singing? You're just a beggar, why are you still singing! If he had the time, wouldn't it be nice to ask for a few more yuan?!”
"Disgusting!"
……
Lu Yuan retracted his gaze.
He knew that on the Internet, people's malice would be released without any concealment.
His calm gaze swept across the crowd in front of him.
It was a pair of mocking gazes that looked down from above.
Many people took out their phones to take photos or videos.
There were also some people who had already attached pictures and sent them to their WeChat Moments.
"A beggar borrowed a guitar from Zhou Erke and wanted to sing! Haha!"
……
Lu Yuan shifted his gaze and looked at Zhou Erke. Zhou Erke only revealed some worry, but his expression was very pure.
He nodded gently.
Lu Yuan gently brushed his hair behind his head.
His face was revealed.
It was very old and full of flavor.
Boom!
Lu Yuan suddenly strummed the guitar heavily.
At that moment, he heard the guitar's pitch clearly.
……
"I'm thirty years old this year."
"Wandering for ten years."
Lu Yuan's lips gently leaned against the microphone. His deep and hoarse voice rang out.
Hearing Lu Yuan's voice.
In front of him.
The mocking smiles on the faces of the spectators who had gathered in a circle became even stronger. They did not hide their gazes. They were people who felt that they were of a higher class looking at the bottom of the lower class.
On his phone, the bullet comments were also constantly flashing!
"You're really useless."
"Looks like he's a lazy man. He has hands and feet. He's been wandering since he was twenty?”
"I despise people like this the most!”
"A grown man living on the streets?”
"Trash!"
An online revelry, those were unsightly words…
This was the pleasure he got from stepping on others!
"This is a song I composed myself.”
Lu Yuan paused for a moment before continuing.
……
"Puchi!"
In front of Lu Yuan, a woman with heavy makeup and a graceful figure laughed.
"A song like 'My Skateboarding Boots?”
A young man asked loudly.
His laughter spread.
……
Everyone laughed.
Lu Yuan didn't mind.
After wandering for ten years, his state of mind was no longer so easily moved.
Moreover, Lu Yuan didn't put such an ignorant young man in his eyes.
……
" Thirty Days of Dreams."
Lu Yuan said solemnly.
His expression was gentle, and his gaze was filled with vicissitudes of life…
His fingertips moved gently.
The soothing melody flowed gently, and the sorrow that could not be hidden in the melody…
Lu Yuan's lips moved slightly, and his voice sounded unhurriedly,"
"A car comes after the rain
Passing through the pale twilight
The old iron sheet opens to the south, the lover is gone
Listening to the song
Poetry Radio Station
Coughing emotionlessly, at least it looked like
The way home is still lovely
The strings of the zither have lost their posture
I won't see the child who listened to the song that night anymore…"
The music continued to play.
Lu Yuan seemed to be talking about himself.
A beautiful story slowly unfolded from his mouth.
Gradually.
The meaning of the song began to match his life experiences. This simple ballad seemed to become a part of his life experience!
……
Lu Yuan continued to pluck the strings.
His expression did not change much.
His gaze was ancient and calm…
Let go.
The melody of Lu Yuan's guitar was so simple. There was no smoke or dust. A guitar and a poet's muttering seemed to be telling the story of growth, youth, and…the story of that person.
……
The spectators surrounding Lu Yuan widened their eyes in disbelief and looked at Lu Yuan with complicated expressions.
With such a song and such singing skills, as long as there was a little bit of aesthetic appreciation, it would be enough to give an evaluation.
The fashionable girl from earlier blushed and squeezed out of the crowd as if she was about to escape.
The young man's gaze wandered and occasionally met a few gazes that looked at him. He turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.
On the phone.
In Zhou Erke's live broadcast room, the bullet comments seemed to have lost their memories and began to lick his boots.
"F * ck!"
"I'm convinced! I'm convinced!"
"This is an old cannon!"
"Your face is swollen!"
"Awesome, I can only say awesome. I searched for it, but I really couldn't find this song!”
"Looking at it now, he's still a stinky beggar. He's a big shot full of stories!”
"This song is so good. Time passed quickly, and many memories had already turned into the wind and dust, and they could no longer be found. Where did they go? I miss the person I used to be. I wonder if she's still doing well?”
……
Regardless of the change in their gazes.
Lu Yuan continued to chant.
"You wake up the years
That barren future
Like the unfulfilled love in the season of regret
Dirty every page
Kiss the most painful confession
And the wind blows here, there's no need to let go
Just grow old, don't wake up alone
The departure you long for
It's just that there's nowhere to stop…"
The tune gradually came to an end.
Youth, the love they once had, seemed to have gradually ended in Lu Yuan's song.
"Just bear with it sweetly
Stars moisten the windowsill
The light and shadow dance as if saying love in sleepiness
No more meaningless feelings
I thought I understood
The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss.”
……
Lu Yuan shut his mouth.
The surroundings were very quiet.
No one broke the silence.
Everyone seemed to have something on their minds, and there was a slight regret between their brows.
In Zhou Erke's live stream's bullet screen, ten Super Fires were floating in red!
A line of bullet comments appeared:
"What a good '30-year-old ideals'. 10-year-old lost to young and frivolous ideals, 20-year-old lost to young and ignorant love, and 30-year-old lost to the vicissitudes and loneliness of reality. This song is suitable for quiet listening. It has reached the bottom of my heart.”
Another ten super flames appeared.
The following comments were:
"This is an old cannon!"
Another ten super hot shots shot into the sky and floated across the entire livestream room.
This time, it was a female tycoon.
"I'm obsessed with this uncle. He's so tasty.”
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