The bar that Lin Xuan walked into was abnormally popular because they had invited a slightly famous resident singer today.
After the singer finished singing "No makeup," he saw the enthusiastic reaction of the audience and couldn't help but feel emotional.
Back then, Lin Xuan was indeed a musical genius. Every time she covered his songs, she could detonate the scene.
The era he was active in was the golden age of the entire music industry.
Unlike now.
He casually wrote a song called " Beautiful Chicken " and he dared to call himself a singer.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan had already been missing for an entire ten years.
Just as the singer was about to cast aside the insults in her mind and continue singing another song…
There was a commotion in the hall of the bar.
In a short while.
Lin Xuan, who was dressed as a tramp, walked in front of the singer.
"Hello, little brother."
Lin Xuan was surprised to discover that the singer was wearing the same clothes as when he performed on stage.
"I haven't sung in a while."
"I want to try."
The singer was stunned when he heard the voice.
He wondered if this tramp was here to cause trouble.
Which guest would be so unruly as to directly go on stage and ask for a chance to sing?
However, when he saw Lin Xuan's deep eyes, he could not help but be intimidated by that calm aura.
He subconsciously handed the guitar in his hand to Lin Xuan. At the same time, he took the initiative to make way.
When the audience around the stage saw this, they could not help but burst into an uproar.
"What's going on? Why would a tramp go on stage?”
"Does this tramp know how to play the guitar?"
"Retreat fee! We're here to listen to music, not to listen to people playing blindly!”
"God knows how many bacteria are hidden in this tramp's body.”
"Manager, I want to complain!"
"Yes, a complaint!"
……
Lin Xuan calmly glanced at the audience below the stage.
He realized that most of them were looking at him with disdain.
Many people had already taken out their phones and started filming.
There was no need to guess. Lin Xuan knew that they must have treated him as a topic to talk about and flaunt in their circle of friends.
However, Lin Xuan did not care about this.
Just like how a king would not care about the thoughts of the masses.
He lowered his head and strummed the guitar in his hand.
"Thump ~"
Suddenly, a heavy string sound spread throughout the bar.
After the audience heard this sound, they could not help but lower their voices and look at Lin Xuan on the stage.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan adjusted the microphone and said in a low voice,
"What I'm going to sing is an original song of mine.”
After the audience heard Lin Xuan's words, the ridicule on their faces could not help but increase.
A young woman who was wearing a low and fierce long dress was trembling with laughter.
"Pfft, hahaha! Original song? Is it 'Grilled Gluten'?"
"Don't tell me that you became a tramp just to pursue your dream of music. This is a bar, not a talent show.”
The other people at the scene also followed suit and jeered.
"In this modern society, you have hands and feet, yet you still become a vagrant?”
"I'm really blind to such a good appearance.”
"If it were me, I would rather die than become a vagrant!”
……
It was different from the other reactions at the scene.
Reba, who had come to the mountain city alone during the summer vacation, looked at Lin Xuan on the stage with a serious expression.
She noticed Lin Xuan's deep gaze,
He also displayed a deep and profound bearing when he faced everyone's mockery.
Reba muttered to herself,
"This uncle is definitely not simple!"
At the same time, the manager of this bar was sweating profusely as he looked at Lin Xuan, who was surrounded by the crowd.
He secretly prayed that this tramp would not fail later, or it would not be easy to end it.
Moreover, the business of the bar might be affected and plummet from then on.
As he prayed, he glared at the invited singer beside him.
Why did you give up your seat when someone asked you to?
He didn't persist at all.
When the singer saw this, she also expressed her innocence.
He didn't know why he had subconsciously agreed to the tramp's request.
Just as they were staring at each other, a soothing tune flowed into their ears.
He looked in the direction of the music.
On the stage, Lin Xuan was playing the guitar gently.
He looked into the distance with an ancient gaze, as if he had fallen into reminiscence.
Not long after, the melody of the accompaniment reached the starting point.
Lin Xuan spoke, and a low and magnetic voice sounded.
"Wandering ~ on the road
are you leaving
Fragile ~ proud
That used to be my appearance."
……
Lin Xuan did not use any extra techniques for this song.
Because this song was about the story of the first half of his life.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a confidant.
She sang it out sincerely.
The surrounding audience widened their eyes and looked at Lin Xuan on the stage in disbelief.
At this moment, their expressions were extremely complicated.
In fact, when they heard the accompaniment that was comparable to a master's performance, they realized that Lin Xuan on the stage was not an ordinary tramp.
And now, she heard a song like Lin Xuan's and his singing skills.
Only then did they truly realize.
He was wrong, ridiculously wrong!
How was Lin Xuan on the stage a tramp?
He was clearly a music master who hid his identity!
On the stage, Lin Xuan did not care about the reaction of the audience at all.
He was still immersed in the mood of the song.
He continued to sing loudly,
"I've crossed mountains and seas, I've crossed crowds of people
I once had everything, it's gone in a blink of an eye
I've been lost, disappointed, lost all direction
Until I see that being ordinary is the only answer."
……
The audience in the bar could not help but quieten down at this moment, savoring Lin Xuan's singing.
Some people even silently put down the wine glasses in their hands, tears welling up in their eyes.
They heard the story from the song.
It was sincere and magnanimous enough to show an extraordinary journey of life.
For a moment, only Lin Xuan's low and magnetic voice was left in this bar.
Reba, who was closest to the stage, was clenching her fists and looking at Lin Xuan, who was hugging the guitar, excitedly.
She was young and youthful, but she did not hear the vicissitudes of life contained in this song.
However, this did not prevent her from being captured by Lin Xuan's singing.
There must be a story behind this uncle!
While she was firm in her belief, Reba couldn't help but feel curious.
Who was the real identity of this uncle on stage?
Why did he become like this?
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