If you don't take charge of the household, you don't know that the cost of firewood, oil and salt is high.
If you don't go out, you don't know how vicious society is.
The fledgling Yang Erzhu, with a simple and honest face and the rustic air of a country bumpkin who had just entered a big city, plunged into this big melting pot.
In an instant, he was beaten by the cruel reality and taught a lesson.
At first, he slept in the park.
Use the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed.
Enduring the wind and rain, he wanted to give up several times.
However, when she thought about how he had just arrived…not long ago!
The thought of him not fully understanding the charm of folk songs!
He thought of his own music dream!
Yang Erzhu gritted his teeth and persevered.
Starting from the singing of the bridge.
As she sang, she secretly copied from the folk singer beside her.
He had been a wanderer for several years, and he believed that he had learned a lot.
His singing, breath, pitch, rhythm, melody…all of them had some achievements.
His courage slowly grew.
He earned more and more.
He was born in the mountains and had a good voice.
His performance was getting more and more outstanding, and he gradually stood out from the crowd of folk singers and became slightly famous.
There was even a famous bar that wanted to invite Yang Erzhu to be a resident singer.
At that time.
He was high-spirited, his expression was excited, and he was insufferably arrogant.
Become the most beautiful boy in the folk singer world in your city!
Later.
All kinds of social interactions followed.
All kinds of beauties came.
Very quickly.
Yang--
However, none of them had succeeded.
When they were in love, they were willing to sacrifice everything for each other.
She was obsessed with his singing.
However, after the passionate love, they quickly calmed down. When it came to marriage, they quickly parted ways.
In the end, the girls thought that he was not dependable.
The folk singer's bowl of rice was a bowl of good.
Yang Erzhu's deepest memory came from a girlfriend he had been dating for three years.
This was the longest relationship they had ever had.
He took out all of his savings and bought a ring to rent a hotel.
He planned to surprise his girlfriend on her birthday and propose to her.
In the end, she was rejected mercilessly.
Her words were like knives, cutting straight into his heart.
"Don't be naive!"
"I just saw that you were talented and pleasing to the eye, so I played along and played around.”
"You can't walk the path of folk songs alone. You'll only be in the limelight for a few years now, but you'll still be exposed to the wind and rain in the future.”
"To put it bluntly, you're poor!”
"I don't have a hundred taels of gold on me, nor a place to stand.”
"A dog like you who doesn't have money, a house, a car, and no background is fresh for a moment. You can date, but you're not qualified to get married. You're not on my preliminary list.”
"We've known each other for a long time. We're both willing parties. There's no need to take it so seriously!”
"These days, it's really worthless!”
…
That night, it was just too late.
Yang Erzhu was riddled with wounds.
She felt like she had been stripped naked and exposed to the public.
His face turned green and white.
He was muddle-headed and had returned to his rented apartment.
…He
walked around and stopped.
In the following years, Yang Erzhu traveled all over the world.
Wandering around different cities.
They would walk through the streets, sing along the streets, or sing in the local bars.
He had a few more girlfriends, but they were all defeated by the cruel reality.
Poor!
She became a label that he could not get rid of every time he failed in a relationship.
In the end,
he hated poverty, hated poverty, and feared poverty.
He had once thought of changing the status quo and working hard to step onto a bigger stage.
However, in the few years when he should have made rapid progress, he was immersed in glory and did not learn much. He wasted time.
In addition, he was born in a mountain village, so his music was lacking.
There was limited room for improvement.
After struggling for a few years, it was still difficult to achieve anything.
Later, as he grew older, Yang Erzhu still played the same old folk songs.
Very quickly, he fell from his peak.
He couldn't even be a bar singer.
After 30 years old, Yang Erzhu had become a folk singer at the lowest level.
His monthly income was barely enough to keep him warm.
The once simple and honest mountain village youth,
who had once had a glorious period of folk song youth,
encountered slippery iron Lu in his thirties. He was constantly taught a lesson by society and gradually became vigilant and timid.
The saddest thing in life was to have a career collapse at the age when one should have been successful.
…
Yulin Road.
On the streets.
Yang Erzhu burst into tears. The emotions he had accumulated suddenly erupted, and he cried loudly.
Very quickly.
He took out a bottle of white wine from his backpack, raised his neck, and started to drink.
The onlookers were dumbfounded and clicked their tongues in wonder.
Although Chen Changfeng was surprised, he still looked cold and calm on the surface.
Most Jianghu people like folk songs.
Folk singers also liked to walk around the world.
Ever since he decided to become a street singer, Chen Changfeng had been prepared to meet all kinds of people.
Strange Jianghu people, strange Jianghu things.
Yang Erzhu's weirdness was still considered normal.
He downed a bottle of wine.
Yang Erzhu stopped crying and looked at Chen Changfeng with a smile full of sarcasm and self-mockery.
There was also some confusion about his future.
"Chen Dada, where do you think my future lies?”
"Is there still a way out for folk songs? Is there a need to persist?"
Chen Changfeng was stunned.
He didn't expect that this simple-minded man would ask such a question.
However, he thought about it again and quickly came up with an answer.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he opened his mouth to ask.
"Touch your own heart."
"Is the love for folk songs still there?”
"As long as your heart doesn't die, your dreams won't stop.”
"At most, we can start all over again!"
His words were like thunder in Yang Erzhu's ears, as if he had been struck by lightning.
He lowered his head and pondered.
He was silent.
When Chen Changfeng saw this, he waited for a long time but did not get an answer.
He was not in a hurry.
He picked up the guitar and said to Yang Erzhu.
"If you don't understand it for the time being, you can think while listening to the song.”
"Same old rules. I'll listen to your story and return you a song.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Chen Changfeng stood up and walked to the microphone.
He took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing.
He flicked his fingers and the guitar strings moved.
A melodious melody flowed out like spring water.
As soon as the tune was played, it immediately caught the ears of the audience.
It made their hearts suddenly beat a few times. A rhythm that struck the hearts of the people made them instantly enter the state, intoxicated by the beautiful melody.
Memories were stirred.
Time flowed.
There was a refreshing and nostalgic taste, accompanied by an increasingly melodious melody.
Following a few different rhythms.
The short prelude ended.
Chen Changfeng sang loudly.
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