There were also many people who couldn't stand it and started to slander An Ren on his Weibo.
"A broken beggar actually has so many people paying attention to him. There are so many beggars in the world. Why don't you use kindness on so many pitiful people?”
"Idiot? Brother Sharp is handsome, understand? Ugly b * tch "
"Aren't all homeless people like this? Why did people's tastes suddenly change? There are many vagrants like this in front of my house, but I don't see anyone paying attention to them?”
"Appearance is justice, do you understand?"
.......
An Ren's Weibo exploded in an instant. Fans and anti-fans, true love and fake love, cursed each other. After An Ren's fans reached the 2,000,000 mark, they continued to move toward more numbers.
The next day, An Ren, who was still sleepy, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. He went down to check out. Under the beautiful woman's shining eyes, An Ren revealed a charming smile and walked out of the hotel.
Thinking about what he had to do today, he would first buy a guitar, then exchange the money into the giant letter, register the copyright, rent a house, and so on.
It seemed that the money was not enough. An Ren thought about it as he walked. It seemed that he could only find a cheap hotel to stay for a day or two before considering it.
Thinking of this, An Ren looked at the backpack sold by the roadside stall and walked over. He bought a black shoulder bag and put the toiletries and the remaining underwear bag in it.
He found a breakfast shop and ate three baskets of steamed buns and two bowls of porridge before he was full. He felt very hungry now, and he knew that it was because his body had been lacking nutrition for a long time. Now, he could only slowly recuperate and leave the breakfast shop.
As he walked, he looked at the musical instrument store. After more than 20 minutes, An Ren finally saw a musical instrument store and walked into it.
The beautiful receptionist at the door looked at An Ren a little shyly and said,"Sir, what instrument do you want to buy?”
An Ren still revealed a charming smile and said,"Find me a guitar that costs less than 2000 yuan.”
"Alright, sir, please wait a moment."
The beauty bowed slightly and went inside to get Zhang Yang a guitar.
An Ren looked at the various instruments on the shelves and the piano inside, and his hands started to itch.
An Ren knew how to play the piano, guitar, and drums. These were the three instruments that An Ren was most familiar with. He knew the others as well. Even if he didn't know how to learn them, he could at least learn them. It was just that he wasn't familiar with them.
After waiting for a while, the beautiful receptionist walked out with a big guitar case in her hand.
An Ren hurriedly took it and opened the box to look at the guitar's materials and workmanship.
Then, she began to test the tone with satisfaction. After adjusting the pitch, she began to play. However, she had not played for a long time and was a little rusty. After playing the song, the beautiful woman's eyes immediately revealed an extremely infatuated gaze as she stared at An Ren.
An Ren stared at the Yamaha guitar in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.
"Are you Brother Sharp? I'm your fan on Weibo.”
"Really?" An Ren said with a smile. It seems that we are fated to meet. How much is this guitar?”
"Brother Sharp, I can only give you 1300 yuan for the lowest price. The original price is 1899 yuan.”
"Thank you so much. I don't have much money recently, so I won't be too polite. When I have money in the future, I'll come to you to buy a guitar. Haha."
"Brother Sharp, can I take a photo with you?”
"Sure, you're my fan. How can I not satisfy my fan's request? Haha!"
An Ren looked at the careful beautiful fan and smiled. The beautiful fan leaned against An Ren's chest, made a scissors sign with one hand under her chin, and took a photo with the other hand.
After the auction was done, An Ren paid in cash and took out the rest of the cash. He happened to have more than 2600 yuan left. Then, he exchanged it with the beautiful woman and added a giant letter. The beautiful receptionist transferred the money to him.
"What's your name? Let me make a note."
"My name is Zhao Xiaoxiao."
"Okay, I've made a note. Contact me when you have time in the future. I'll leave first.”
Under Zhao Xiaoxiao's infatuated gaze, An Ren walked out of the musical instrument store and walked along the street for a while. He saw an express hotel in Tian Tian Le and went in to book a room. He was asked to take a photo with a young lady at the front desk.
An Ren found his room and put his guitar and backpack away. Seeing that it was still early, he lay on the bed and turned on his phone.
He looked at Giant Letter and opened Fast Palm. Seeing that there were already more than 1,000,000 people following him, he switched to Weibo in satisfaction.
Then, he logged out and clicked in again. Looking at his 2,000,000 fans, he looked at his profile picture carefully. That's right. An Ren was instantly shocked.
He scrolled down and looked at the comments below Weibo. There was actually a fan club called the Sharp Army.
As he continued to read, it turned out that someone wanted to defame him and then started fighting with his fan club.
When he returned to the top, he saw someone @ him. He looked at the message and saw that it was a person named Du Wei. Below it was a writer, author, and sociologist.
Looking at the message, it was actually asking him to post all the poems that he had casually said outside the noodle restaurant yesterday. An Ren carefully recalled the poems and then replied.
The cypress tree is bitter but still eats, and the morning glow is high.
The world is reckless, and my way is difficult.
If you don't cook, the well will be cold in the morning, and the bed will be cold at night without clothes. (four sounds)
I'm afraid I'll be shy when I'm empty, so I'll leave a penny to see.
Looking at the poem he plagiarized, An Ren smiled shamelessly and sent it out.
He put down his phone and stood up to test the vocal cords, vocal range, and tone of this body.
An Ren was stunned on the spot. Was this a replica of Wang Feng?
Furthermore, his vocal range was higher and wider than Wang Feng's. He switched between all kinds of tones and falsetto smoothly.
Should I be a singer?
Did the heavens send me here to save this world's music industry?
After An Ren slowly came back to his senses, he continued to practice his voice. His thick and hoarse voice was simply born for singing.
Knock, knock, knock. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. An Ren went over to open the door. It was a middle-aged couple. They looked at An Ren sharply and said,"Can you please lower your voice? We have a child sleeping."
"Sorry, sorry, I will be careful.”
Looking at the couple who turned around and returned to the room next door, An Ren sighed helplessly in his heart. What could he do?
He had no choice but to go out. Moreover, if he wanted to broadcast live, he would have to buy a smaller speaker.
An Ren closed the door and returned to his room. He turned on his phone and thought about registering the copyright.
Niu Zi's (How much love can be remade)
(30,000 feet)
(Love is innocent)
(Let go of love)
Huazi's (Bingyu)
(Heaven's will)
(Diamond Tears)
(World-class)
There were a total of eight songs, and he spent 800 yuan. After registering, he looked at the time and saw that it was already 11:30 pm. He went to eat first, then bought a sound system and directly broadcasted it on the street to earn some extra money.
He put away his phone, carried his guitar and backpack, and walked out of the hotel. He had lunch at a TJ steamed bun shop nearby.
Then, walking on the scorching streets, looking at the bustling cars and pedestrians, An Ren felt that his life was not bad for the first time, and he had a new beginning.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。