This Encounter Seems A Little Familiar…
"My heart aches. How old is he?"
"If only my son was half as sensible as him.”
"I have to shoulder the heavy burden at the age of thirteen. When I was thirteen, I was still eating instant noodles in the back row of school.”
"This is too tragic. No wonder the brightest star in the night sky sang so well.”
The crowd was moved by Chen Mu's calm and fearless expression. Their words were filled with sympathy for Chen Mu.
Chen Mu smiled, nodded, and started packing.
Sound system, microphone!
Borrowed!
It was 20 yuan a day, and the deposit was 20 yuan. The 40 yuan was the cost of his and Mother Chen's meals for five days. He couldn't lose this 40 yuan.
"100 yuan has been transferred to the account."
Chen Mu turned around in shock and wanted to thank him.
However, the uncle who scanned the code to pay waved his hand repeatedly."Take this money and eat something good. Look at how thin you are. You're not even as strong as my daughter.”
What?
Isn't your daughter too strong?
The crowd glanced at Chen Mu. He looked a little thin, but he was not exactly skinny.
"No, I should say thank you.”
Chen Mu shook his head and thanked him.
One thing was another.
He was short of money and had a tragic fate, but it didn't mean that he wanted to use his deeds to gain sympathy from others and earn money.
Singing to earn money.
Making money from sympathy was two different things.
"50 yuan has been transferred to the account."
The auntie who was carrying the vegetables stiffened her neck. I just feel that your singing is good and worth the price.”
Chen Mu nodded and thanked him again.
Two people started.
More people came forward.
One after another.
Chen Mu felt his throat getting even more tired, and he almost couldn't express his thanks.
He had just thanked this person.
The other person began to scan the code.
His throat was already tired, so who could withstand this?
"The student party doesn't have enough pocket money, so 20 yuan is a token of my appreciation! Idol, you sang very well!"
"Little brother, are you short of money? You can register for TikTok, then start a live broadcast and sell goods. I will support you!”
"You sang so well. It's a pity that you didn't post the video online!”
"Yeah, don't you know how to use TikTok? We will, we will teach you."
A group of female students, who were two or three years older than Chen Mu, surrounded Chen Mu. They were all talking at once.
Chen Mu smiled, but before he could say anything.
However, she heard her brother, who was scrolling through TikTok, speak up.
"TikTok? Someone had already posted it half an hour ago. He was already very popular! Top three on the trending searches. Otherwise, why would I rush over from the neighboring city?”
Big Brother said with a depressed expression.
He had rushed over.
However, after a few minutes of listening to the song "Love Even in Death", it was gone!
If this little brother had registered for TikTok, he would have saved himself the trouble of rushing over from other places. He could have just watched TikTok and tipped him money when he streamed.
The gas money was enough to tip him.
"I'm really sorry, I don't have time to continue singing today.”
Chen Mu instantly realized that this was the audience from the neighboring city who had tried to persuade him to stay.
"It's nothing. We understand!" The eldest brother waved his hand. But how much money can you earn by singing like this? If he registered on TikTok and took advantage of the popularity to sell goods, wouldn't the money come?”
"I will consider it!"
Chen Mu nodded.
What Big Brother said made sense.
However, registering for TikTok meant bringing goods ~
He had to think of a way.
Thirteen years old, underage, no goods, no live streaming, no TikTok account registration.
He still had to discuss it with Mother Chen, who was lying on the hospital bed.
"Thank you, everyone. You don't have to give me any more money. I'll definitely come back tomorrow!”
Chen Mu thanked the audience and took the sign away in time.
A few big brothers shook their heads helplessly and put away their phones.
He thanked her again and again.
The audience was finally willing to let Chen Mu go home.
Chen Mu held the audio system and microphone as he staggered forward.
The sound was not soft.
He was only 13 years old, and a loudspeaker weighed 40 pounds.
"We'll hold it for you. Where's your house?”
The crowd couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.
A smile appeared on Chen Mu's tender face as he shook his head.""It's okay, it's not heavy!"
As he spoke.
The young man took the speaker and left temporarily.
The homeroom teacher immediately followed.
He took two steps forward.
He said something to Chen Mu and snatched Chen Mu's speaker.
They left side by side.
"Sigh ~"
"Come back tomorrow."
"Four o'clock in the afternoon, brothers, don't forget! It would be a loss if he did not hear it.”
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The onlookers remembered the time Chen Mu appeared and left.
In the bustling square.
At this moment, the flow of people was sparse, and it gradually became quiet.
……
On the way home.
Chen Mu and the homeroom teacher left gloomily.
No one knew what to say.
"Chen Mu, go back to school with your teacher. Studying is more important.”
"Teacher, my mother's life is more important!”
The homeroom teacher felt like a fishbone was stuck in her throat and did not know what to say for a moment.
Chen Mu held the speaker and smiled brightly.""When I earn enough money, I'll go back to school! Don't worry, your grades won't fall behind.”
"Chen Mu, I'll think of a way for you. When I've gathered 300,000 yuan for you, can you come back to class?”
The homeroom teacher tried her best to persuade him.
Chen Mu stopped in his tracks and nodded helplessly.
The form teacher's good intentions.
He understood.
But 300,000 was not a small number.
"It's a deal! We're almost at your house. I'll go back first.”
"Thank you for sending me off, teacher."
"You're welcome. Hurry up and go back. I'll go back and think of a way for you.”
The homeroom teacher left happily.
Chen Mu came to his house with the speaker and pushed open the door.
Dialysis twice a week.
Today.
It was not the time for the Dialysis.
Therefore, his mother should still be sleeping in the bedroom.
Chen Mu put down the speaker and went back to his room to check his balance.
“3000！！！”
He earned 3,000 yuan in one day!
Chen Mu was surprised. He calculated that he would soon be able to save up enough money for the medical fees.
The road to singing.
It was correct.
Perhaps if he worked hard for the past few months, he could really get the 300,000 yuan for the medical fees before the form teacher borrowed the money.
Very good! He still had to go tomorrow.
"I think there was a big brother from the neighboring city who said that I'm popular?”
Chen Mu thought about it carefully. Was there such a thing?!
It seemed that someone had posted a video of him singing on TikTok.
And it became popular?
In order to confirm if this was true, if it was true, he was actually quite willing to have another source of income.
He had to earn money as soon as possible to treat Mother Chen's illness.
He downloaded TikTok.
Chen Mu glanced at him.
He saw the title on the trending list," Thirteen-year-old street god level cover..."
Are you talking about me?
Chen Mu clicked on it.
In the video.
If he wasn't the one singing, then who was?
"It really is me!"
After seeing the trending searches, it would be a lie to say that she was unhappy!
How could he not be happy?
Chen Mu smiled.
This time.
He was now more confident in treating Mother Chen's illness.
"Then…"
After calming down, Chen Mu pondered for a few seconds.
He carefully recalled some things.
He opened the TikTok registration page, entered Mother Chen's ID account, and bound it to his phone!
Congratulations to user Chen Mu, you have successfully registered for TikTok.
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