Li Jiang.
In an old-fashioned building.
Men and women from all over the world gathered together.
Everyone quietly drank, listened to songs, and sang.
In this materialistic era, there would always be a group of people who went against the ordinary world that ordinary people knew.
They broke away from the fixed life of nine to six.
Be it passively or actively, they would walk down a path of vagrancy.
His behavior was strange and free. He did not care about what others thought of him. He walked on his own path and hid in his own world.
They!
They were either people who suffered through life's ups and downs, people who experienced the vicissitudes of life, or stubborn dreamers…
Different identities meant different situations.
They were all people with stories.
There were not many people who were fated to gather in this ancient city. It might even be the only fire pit.
They shared, comforted, and comforted each other.
They would rest in the inn that belonged to them for a short while before continuing on their journey tomorrow or the day after.
But tonight, since they were fated to meet, they would drink and get drunk.
In the world of martial artists, time was as simple as that.
The folk singers sang one after another.
Sitting by the fire pit, a guitar was a world, a cultivation.
The others were engrossed in listening.
In the eyes of Jianghu people, pop music was too tacky, opera was too elegant, and opera was too stylish.
Only folk songs could enter one's ears, heart, and emotions.
Suddenly, someone shouted.
"Look-look!"
"Watch the sound!"
The entire place fell silent.
The wandering singer stopped talking, and the audience stopped drinking.
If it was someone else shouting like that, a group of wandering Jianghu players would have already grabbed their stools and treated him to a meal of bamboo shoots stir-fried meat before pouring him three large bowls of white wine.
But the person who said this was Big Bing!
A fellow cultivator who had opened a fire pit in this ancient city for several years!
The only person in the city who adhered to tradition and treated them according to the rules of the martial world!
Everyone present knew that he wasn't someone who would shoot without thinking.
Since he had spoken, there must be something big!
Moreover, The Voice was no stranger to these martial artists.
This was a rare variety show that they would watch.
Sometimes, there would be folk songs that were worth listening to on this show.
It was one of the few stages where folk songs could enter and compete fairly.
Hence, they took out their phones and started watching the live broadcast.
Just as he clicked in.
A guitar melody unique to folk songs drifted out.
Simple, classic!
It was a tune that he had never heard before, and it had a rich taste of the world.
The moment he came out, he was so heartbroken.
In the fireplace, everyone's eyes lit up.
"It's him!"
"Chen Dada!"
Someone cried out in alarm. They recognized the singer!
Chen Changfeng!
He was no stranger to the Jianghu people present.
Chen Changfeng had only sung one song so far.
Even though Chen Changfeng disappeared after appearing overnight.
Many people did not even know him.
However, a song like " City Capital " had made the unique people of this world remember him!
She could smell the same kind of aura from him.
From his singing, she could hear the unique wind and emotions of the martial arts world!
Ballad is very poor, very bitter, and even more difficult!
A classic folk song was something that could only be found by luck.
Chen Changfeng appeared on The Voice's stage.
This discovery surprised everyone.
All of them lowered their voices, afraid that they would make a commotion and disturb him through the screen.
He was being very careful that they did not notice.
Chen Changfeng's voice rang out.
Everyone in the fire pit immediately burst into tears.
Once the lyrics came out.
The singing started.
They knew it was another classic ballad.
A song that could instantly break their defenses and belonged to everyone with a story!
For a moment, they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
She cried and laughed.
His expression was pious.
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On Sing!'s stage.
Chen Changfeng had no idea that a group of Jianghu people were crying for him. They were crazy for him!
When he opened his mouth, she was tortured to death.
He played the guitar casually.
The melody was melodious and pleasant to the ears.
It was a simple tune, but it seemed to have a life in his hands.
It was as if the notes hid the ways of the world and the myriad of mortal worlds.
Let everyone drop golden beans.
Even some people who were usually cold and hard could not help but cry when they heard the song.
Zebra, zebra, do you remember me, I'm a fool who only knows how to sing
Zebra, zebra, go to sleep, go to sleep, I'll carry my guitar and leave the north
Zebra, zebra, do you still remember me? I'm a child who talks about sadness.
Zebra, zebra, sleep, sleep, I'll bring your grass home
……”
Chen Changfeng was immersed in the song.
He turned a deaf ear to all the reactions of the people around him.
Every time he sang, he would feel it with his heart and release it.
The singing became more and more emotional.
His emotions were more delicate.
In a trance, everyone seemed to see scenes flash before their eyes.
A street singer who wandered around the world happened to meet a woman named Gu Liang.
He never believed in love at first sight and thought of himself as a carefree man.
There is a song for a horse, everywhere can perch.
The world was so big that no one could stop him.
Until…
He met this smiley Gu Liang.
Only then did he believe that a glance would last for ten thousand years, and a smile would make him fall in love.
From then on, he, a lonely bird that traveled the world, had a branch that he wanted to perch on.
He liked to watch her take photos.
He liked to watch her take photos of him.
She liked to sing her favorite songs.
He liked to see her sweet smile.
It was like the bright sunshine, youthful, brilliant, and beautiful.
He liked the way she leaned on him when she was heartbroken.
Even though he understood that she only treated him as a confidant.
However, he was still willing to endure it.
Cry with her! Laugh together! Go crazy together!
He had accompanied her through the toughest years.
He would accompany her through the bitterness of being heartbroken.
He thought that he could influence her and develop feelings for her over time.
But unexpectedly, Gu Liang ended up falling in love with an actress!
Turn around!
No mercy!
Throw yourself into the arms of others!
Even if this actress had never fallen in love with her!
In the end, he was redundant.
From the beginning to the end, their relationship could only stop at friends.
It turned out that her door had never been open to him, not even a window.
Perhaps, he already knew.
It was just that he had deliberately avoided it in the past and was unwilling to face it.
Now, she had woken up from her dream!
It was time to leave.
The world was vast, and in the end, wandering was his home!
In the end.
He had once walked the world in a carefree manner. Guitar ballads were the men of the entire world.
He was heartbroken.
He left his hometown, covered in wounds.
She left the person she missed.
He left the city that he thought was his home.
With only a guitar by his side, he continued to travel the world.
However, they all knew that it was different!
Everything was different now!
The man who used to be flawless had a scar in his heart that could not be touched!
He had tasted the pain of not being able to get what he loved!
There was a story in his heart.
His aura of Jianghu became even stronger.
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On the stage.
Chen Changfeng cried!
He was a meticulous and easily moved person.
He is usually unsociable and cold.
Only music could make him relax temporarily and reveal his true feelings.
"Zebra, zebra, don't fall asleep, I'm just a traveler in a hurry.
Zebra, zebra, go to sleep, go to sleep, I want to sell my house
Wandering the World "
Chen Changfeng's singing became more and more sorrowful.
The young man sang in the voice of an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
However, there was no difference.
He was calm and magnanimous, reaching the hearts of the people.
This was the unique charm of his voice.
It was the tip of the iceberg of his master-level singing skills.
It could evoke the most genuine feelings in people's hearts.
The song ended.
The guitar stopped playing.
The singing stopped.
But the audience-
Silence!
A pin drop could be heard!
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PS: Happy Dragon Boat Festival, readers!
Not only did the main character know folk songs, but he would also be able to sing other types of songs and elements in the future, such as the national style!
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