Yulin Road.
On the streets.
In the same position.
Chen Changfeng slowly set up the microphone and busied himself.
He was doing his preparations skillfully.
This place had unknowingly become his personal area.
There would be many people staring at this place every day.
Once he appeared, they would swarm over.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After he was done with the work at hand, Chen Changfeng looked up and looked around.
Looking at the increasing number of onlookers, they were also shocked.
To be honest!
The number of people was a little fierce!
With a rough sweep, he estimated that there were at least 800 if not 1000.
Moreover, the number of people was still increasing.
Although they consciously avoided the road to avoid affecting the traffic.
However, this commotion was a little too big.
Despite the waves in his heart, Chen Changfeng appeared cold and calm on the surface.
No one could see any clues.
He sat down on the steps with his guitar.
As he wiped, he waited for the story to come.
Everything was done according to the old rules.
You have stories, I have songs
A story, a song
Reward as you please, leave as you please
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Many onlookers contacted their relatives and friends. Some rushed over quickly, some started a live broadcast, and some whispered to each other. They stared at Chen Changfeng on the steps and chatted enthusiastically with their friends. From time to time, they let out a few laughs that they understood.
However, no matter how noisy it was, no one rushed forward to disturb Chen Changfeng.
Unless it was someone with a real story.
This was already a tacit understanding that the onlookers had gradually formed.
Time flowed by like water.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
This time was different from the past. No one left because they were bored.
Instead, more and more people gathered.
Because of Chen Changfeng defeating Luo Dayou, his popularity was skyrocketing, and he was like the sun in the sky in Great Xia.
However, very soon, someone stepped out of the crowd.
Everyone was stunned when they saw who it was.
This was because he was also a folk singer.
He was in his thirties.
He had a full beard.
His face was full of dust.
He was dressed ordinarily, looked ordinarily, had an ordinary height, and had an ordinary figure.
If it wasn't for the guitar on his back and his natural disposition, no one would have recognized him.
It was the kind of existence that would be completely unrecognizable if thrown into a crowd. It would be forgotten after seeing it, and it would not cause any waves.
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Chen Changfeng looked up at the man in front of him who was a little reserved and at a loss. He was a little curious.
To be honest!
This was probably the first storyteller to appear in front of him with a guitar on his back.
"Sit!"
Chen Changfeng took the initiative.
If he didn't say anything, the other party definitely wouldn't take the initiative to sit down.
The latter smiled at Chen Changfeng and sat down carefully.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was getting more and more uneasy, Chen Changfeng sighed in his heart.
The courage of this storyteller was really not small!
However, he could feel that the person in front of him was not born timid, but had been tempered by life.
In other words, this person had been beaten up too harshly by society!
He was a little scared.
He was extremely vigilant of the outside world.
However, when she saw the middle-aged man sit down, she did not forget to protect the guitar in her hand.
Chen Changfeng had a much better impression of him.
"Speak!"
"Please begin your story!"
Chen Changfeng was swift and decisive in his work and went straight to the point.
"Ah!"
"Good!"
The middle-aged man was surprised and seemed to be unable to react. Then, he suddenly woke up and nodded hurriedly.
He was afraid that he would leave a bad impression on Chen Changfeng.
His Adam's apple moved. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly thought of something.
He took out two items from his backpack.
A bottle of white wine and a plate of peanuts.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding crowd had a calm expression on their faces. They were used to it.
He knew that a good show was about to begin and that the story was about to begin.
All of them perked up and prepared to listen.
Chen Changfeng's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.
She silently watched the middle-aged man's actions.
Good fellow!
It was because of Zhao Fu's personal hobby when he told the story for the first time that later people learned from him.
Wine and peanuts became the standard of the story.
Although when the wine was drunk, it could indeed express the mood and let the storyteller speak more freely.
But…forget it!
These were all superficial, the story was the core.
A pot of wine!
A dish!
A story!
A song!
These elements added up to make it even more interesting.
This was also the reason why Chen Changfeng did not explain.
There was no need for him to stop the icing on the cake.
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"Want some?"
Chen Changfeng shook his head and refused. He looked at the middle-aged man and smiled awkwardly.
Then, he unscrewed the bottle cap.
One glass of wine after another went down his throat.
After three cups.
She had thought that she would be able to get a story, but she did not expect the middle-aged man to show no signs of stopping.
he said carefully.
"Which…Can I have a few more drinks?”
"As you wish!"
Chen Changfeng glanced at the nervous person in front of him and nodded.
He could tell that this middle-aged man was not only timid, but also a little cowardly.
"Thank you!"
The middle-aged man was overjoyed. He continued drinking cup after cup.
Later on, he even directly blew into the bottle.
The pot of white wine was soon emptied.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's tanned skin turned a drunken red.
She thought that this time, he would start telling her story.
Unexpectedly, he was still careless.
The middle-aged man smiled at Chen Changfeng and took out another bottle of white wine from his backpack.
He twisted open the bottle cap.
He directly raised his head and drank it.
His movements were bold and bold, and he was gradually a different person from the timid person before he drank.
Gulp!
Gulp!
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The sound of swallowing was endless.
Chen Changfeng was still able to sit still, but the onlookers were a little speechless.
This time, they had learned something new.
He truly knew what it meant to be " drunk to make a coward brave "!
An impatient elder brother wanted to rush up and grab the other party's collar, shouting,
What was there to be afraid of?
If you're a man, stand up!
After another bottle of wine, the middle-aged man burped in satisfaction, his face flushed red.
He grinned at Chen Changfeng.
Only then did he start to tell his story.
However, before that, he threw out a question.
"Mr. Chen, what exactly is a folk song?”
Chen Changfeng didn't know what was going on, but he was willing to cooperate with the person who came.
The middle-aged man was probably a pitiful person.
He pondered for a moment and gave the answer.
His cold voice echoed in the street, reaching the ears of the middle-aged man and the surrounding crowd.
"There are three ballads: love, ideals, and distance!”
" Of course, this is the common understanding. As for what folk songs are, everyone has their own opinions.”
"But no matter what, the initial choice to be a folk singer was mostly due to dreams.”
"Yes, I am!"
" Dreams!!!"
Chen Changfeng's honest answer successfully made the middle-aged man sigh. His eyes were filled with emotions as he recalled the past. Then, he fell silent.
After a long time, he raised his head again and gave Chen Changfeng a smile that was uglier than crying. He slowly told the story.
"Chen Dada, I'm also a folk singer.”
"But I'm not as lucky as you!"
"I have no looks, no talent, and I don't have the artistic aura that most folk singers have. I'm just a rough man from the countryside. I only know how to open my throat and howl a few times.”
"However, everyone has dreams and wants to do what they like. I'm no exception!”
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