"Helping a wandering pianist by singing?”Chen Ping 'an frowned slightly.
How could singing help him?
His mind spun quickly. This wandering pianist was very talented in the piano. Perhaps he could help him find a good job. But he seemed to have some mental problems…
Therefore, he had to treat his illness first.
However, the mission was to help him by singing. How did the two connect?
Yes!
He needed the money to treat his illness so that his life could return to normal.
"Let's not go to Happy Valley this afternoon to have fun. How about we do something more meaningful?”Chen Ping 'an asked Wu Zixuan, who was immersed in the music.
"What are you doing?" Wu Zixuan was a little confused.
"Help him." Chen Ping 'an said.
"How?"
"Hmm…I want to raise funds to help him through street singing.”Chen Ping 'an said seriously.
He already had a preliminary idea in his heart.
"Alright!" Wu Zixuan agreed immediately." This is more meaningful than playing in Happy Valley." But there was no microphone or sound system.”
"We will always find a way." Chen Pingan looked around, thinking about where to get a guitar, microphone, and sound system.
At this moment, the wandering pianist pressed the last note, and the beautiful sound of the piano gradually faded away. His slightly closed eyes slowly opened, as if he was still immersed in the mood of the music.
After a long time, he stood up shakily and picked up his hat. When he saw the money stuffed into the hat, his eyes were slightly moist as he bowed deeply to the audience.
The audience was silent.
It was not until his thin and hunched body gradually left with his back to the crowd that everyone applauded in unison.
Chen Pingan did not go up to talk to the wandering pianist. He chose to leave, probably because he wanted to preserve his last bit of dignity.
Seeing that the wandering pianist had left, the crowd was about to disperse. At this moment, Chen Pingan walked to the piano and said loudly,""Hello, everyone. Please stay for a while.”
Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Ping 'an. He said,"" I believe that everyone was touched by his music. His music has emotions, soul, and life. He is very talented, but unfortunately, he has encountered many misfortunes in his life, causing him to fall to such a state today..."
"We have to help him. We can't let his talent go to waste.”
Chen Ping 'an's words seemed to have stirred up everyone's emotions. A young man who looked like a university student replied,"What can we do?"
"I'm a singer. I hope to raise a sum of money for him through street singing. It's enough to treat his mental illness and get his life back on track.”
"But I don't have any singing equipment with me right now.”Chen Ping 'an voiced his thoughts.
"I'm a student at Shen University. I can help you borrow some equipment from my friend."”
"It would be great if you were willing to help.”Chen Ping 'an said.
"Why not? This is a very meaningful thing." The university student said enthusiastically," I'll call my friend now.”
As he spoke, he dialed a number and pressed the phone to his ear.
"I'm in the advertising printing business. I can help make posters and provide display shelves.”Another handsome guy raised his hand and said.
"I'm good at marketing. I can write copywriting to help raise funds online.”
There were many kind people in this world. Chen Ping 'an made a simple suggestion, and everyone enthusiastically extended a helping hand.
To be honest, Chen Ping 'an's heart was touched, and his eyes were a little warm.
"Thank you, everyone!" Chen Pingan bowed and thanked him.
He suddenly felt that it was a great pleasure and happiness to be able to help people in need in this world.
After a while, the university student who was on the phone hung up and came to Chen Ping 'an." The equipment has been borrowed. My classmate will drive over immediately. He will be there in about ten minutes.”
"Then I'll go back and print the posters. Did you take a photo of the wandering pianist just now?”The young man who printed the advertisement also surrounded Chen Pingan.
" I took a few photos." The copywriter took off the DSLR camera hanging around her neck." Do you think these photos are okay?"”
"It's very professional. It won't be bad if it's made into a poster. Can you come with me to the shop?”The handsome advertisement printer asked.
The bespectacled girl nodded. Then, the young man said to Chen Ping 'an,""Wait for me here. I'll bring the poster over as soon as possible.”
For a moment, everyone took action. Even Chen Ping 'an himself did not expect things to progress so smoothly.
About ten minutes later, a van stopped beside Chen Pingan.
Three men and a woman got out of the car.
They were dressed like students and were full of vigor. They carried their guitar and equipment.
"Dongzi, you're finally here." The university student who had made the call earlier went up to him and helped him move the audio system, electronic keyboard, drum set, and other equipment out of the trunk.
Chen Ping 'an had thought that there would only be one person, but he did not expect a car to come…
" This is my friend Dongzi," the university student introduced." Yes, this is the band they formed themselves. Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Han Xu.”
"Han Xu, Dong Zi, yes, I don't think you're reserved.”Chen Ping 'an joked.
Han Xu, Dongzi, and the others were stunned for a while before they realized Chen Ping 'an's humor. After the joke, Chen Pingan took the initiative to shake hands with Dongzi and the others." My name is Chen Pingan. Thank you for coming to help.”
"Chen Ping 'an? Are you the recently popular Chen Ping 'an?" After Chen Ping 'an introduced himself, Dongzi exclaimed," I was wondering why I felt like I had seen it somewhere before. I just learned your song' Snail 'yesterday." Idol, idol!"
Han Xu, Dong Zi, and the others instantly became excited.
Chen Ping 'an smiled and said,""I'm not an idol. I'm just like you guys. I'm just someone who dreams of music.”
He had walked so many places today, but no one recognized him.
Well,
I'm not popular enough.
The kind that was popular but not popular…
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