Passersby Climax, Tears Burst!
At a food stall on a certain food street.
The bald Old Li was blowing bottles with a few colleagues. After a day of renovation work, he was exhausted.
It was only natural for him to relax at night.
"I'm going to the toilet."
Old Liu stood up and said. He couldn't stand drinking too much beer.
Old Li waved his hand. When he was bored, he took out his phone and scrolled through videos.
"There is a soup called Heart-Shattering Soup."
"Drink it and it has magical powers."
"Close your eyes."
The nostalgic tune and the lyrics that suited the middle-aged man's aesthetic instantly attracted his attention.
The hand that was holding the wine glass froze on the spot. Old Li stared blankly at the handsome young man on the phone, singing a song that did not match his age and looks.
"I dodged countless hunters 'guns."
"Chase away the sorrow that crawled out of the grave"
"For you, I turned into a werewolf."
"For you, I've been infected with madness."
"For you, I put on a thick disguise"
Each line of the lyrics was deeply imprinted in his heart.
All sorts of past memories immediately surfaced in his mind.
When he was young and full of drive, he had done many things for the people he liked.
When she was separated from her loved ones, she had secretly prayed that she could meet them again.
The lyrics of this song instantly reminded him of his youth.
However, when he regained his senses, he realized that he had already become a sloppy middle-aged man.
As he sighed, his eyes turned red.
"Aiyo, I was just going to the toilet. Why are you crying like this?”Old Liu came back from the toilet and saw Old Li's red rabbit eyes. He teased him with a dumbfounded expression.
A grown man was drinking at a roadside stall until his eyes were red. He looked very pretentious." Aren't you embarrassed?"”
Old Liu was extremely disgusted.
"Take a look."
Old Li handed him the phone.
He replayed the video.
"What was it again?" The moment Old Liu saw the video, he frowned.
Wasn't this greasy boy his daughter's favorite type?
Why was he showing this to a man?
Just as she was about to return the phone to him, music started playing.
He was a little stunned.
His expression was a little blank.
"Can we meet again?"
"I've been begging Buddha for thousands of years."
" Willing to exchange a few lifetimes for our lifetime wish."
"I hope I can move the heavens."
Old Liu was engrossed as he listened. He coughed and said," This song is quite nice. What's the name?"”
He pretended that his nose wasn't sore.
"I think it's called praying to Buddha. Listen to it again.”
The two men held their phones and listened to the song over and over again.
Old Liu, who had refused to admit that he was touched, was now in tears.
"F * ck, this man is too good at singing.”
"That's right, that's right. I really like this song.”
Regardless of whether the lyrics matched one's mood or not, just this tune could make one recall the hardships of life.
Then, as if he was torturing himself, the more he thought about it, the more miserable he became. Tears poured out like a flood.
"I remember my wife."
"I think these days are really f * cking!"
Just like that, the two middle-aged men started crying at the roadside stall.
The passersby kept turning their heads, thinking that something big had happened.
Someone stopped for a while, thinking that there was something to eat.
After knowing that it was because of a video, she curiously took out her phone and turned on the video.
Before he opened it, he was still full of disdain." Don't tell me it's the kind of video that sells misery. There have been a lot of videos recently, and most of them are fake. There are many people putting on a show.”
"That's right, that's right. I saw a person pretending to be disabled asking for gifts on the Internet earlier. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I was almost fooled by the story he made up earlier. What a waste of my tears.”
"That's right. There are a lot of scams on the Internet now. You have to be careful.”
"These two brothers are crying like this. Could it be that they tipped a few thousand yuan on impulse?”
"Hahaha, I don't have that kind of money.”The other customers at the food stall laughed.
This guy was familiar with the two middle-aged men who were crying.
The people drinking at the other table also said,"If you're curious, why don't you go up and take a look? It sounded like someone was singing a song. I couldn't hear it clearly, but it sounded pretty good.”
Regardless of whether they were familiar with each other or not, they could talk to each other.
It was noisy here. It was indeed not easy to hear a song from someone else's table.
"It's called Praying for Buddha. It's a song sung by a young man.”Old Liu raised his voice.
"What kind of songs can young people nowadays sing?”That person was even more skeptical.
When he was young, he had also chased after stars, so he really scoffed at the young celebrities now.
For example, the person who had millions of fans, Hua Chenyu, whose daughter cried out every day to give birth to monkeys for him, had nothing but a face.
Singing was like having epilepsy. It was very scary to go crazy on stage.
That scream was comparable to that of an ape. It was the type that would give one nightmares.
This was the hope of the Chinese music industry?
What a joke.
The middle-aged man sneered as he searched. Although he did not hold much hope, he still had to keep up with current events.
In the next second.
He was slapped in the face.
As she listened, her eyes turned red!
"Can we meet again?"
"I've been begging the Buddha for years."
"I'm willing to use it."
This f * cking song was meant for people their age, right? Why was it so good?
"Who is this young man?"
"His name is Zhou Mang. I thought he was a singer from our generation, but I didn't expect him to be a young man in his early twenties.”
"What is it? How could she sing such a song when she was only twenty?”
Coincidentally.
Similar things happened in other places.
Night on the business street.
There was a large screen somewhere playing Zhou Mang's singing clip on loop. It was mainly to advertise I Am Idol.
He hoped that he could rely on this mudslide to spread the audience of the talent show to the middle-aged and elderly.
This was the decision made by the directors after a meeting that night.
Chen Jue was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He had just gotten off work and was queuing up to buy supper. When he heard the voice, he looked up.
Suddenly, he froze on the spot.
This song was really f * cking sad.
He thought of the days when he worked overtime every day, was bald, and was despised by his wife.
She could not help but cry.
It's too difficult for me.
Sometimes, an adult's breakdown would only take an instant.
This song was the fuse.
A middle-aged man who was working hard and a young man who was down and out.
Tired souls gathered in the city where the economy was developing at a high speed.
On a night like this, everyone could not help but cry out loud as they listened to the sad tune.
Perhaps she was crying about her bumpy emotional experience, or perhaps she was crying about her trivial and annoying daily life, or perhaps it was because of the bitterness of the workers.
After crying, her tears temporarily took away her fatigue.
Chen Jue ignored the strange gazes of the others. He wiped his tears and let out a long sigh of relief.
He felt much more comfortable now.
When he looked up again, he remembered the name of the song and the singer. He would go back and find out who this person was.
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