Sometimes, Cheng Yiran wonders whether he has really stepped into that place.
Going from one place to there suddenly, and returning directly to the original place after leaving... always feels a bit too unbelievable. So much so that he couldn't help feeling like he was dreaming.
Maybe it's just my spirit being pulled into that place
Friday, the afternoon of a working day, the afternoon of a special day that people in the society are most happy and most frequently happy in a year.
After leaving the club, Cheng Yiran wandered the streets of the city alone.
How should I awaken my ability to continue using this guitar
What does the song in your heart refer to... Does it refer to the love of rock and roll
However, he does not feel that his love for rock has receded. He still hopes that more people will like his music. He asks himself that this aspect is no different from before.
Turning around like this, turning past dusk, turning to the time after dinner next night, Cheng Yiran still didn't return to the place where Zhong Luochen lived.
But Zhong Luochen called him and asked him if something happened to him. A tone of indifference... maybe just want to know, just know.
So Cheng Yiran didn't know how he would react if he found out that he couldn't use the guitar
I heard that this kind of noble son must be more ruthless than ordinary people. Because they need to be ruthless in order to go further in the world they live in.
Cheng Yiran didn't know when he would be able to awaken this ability again... Or he couldn't be sure if he couldn't awaken this ability, so he probably couldn't ask Zhong Luochen to give him enough time.
If you choose to hide it... probably everyone will choose this way, right
After all, hiding it means that you can continue to enjoy the company's preferential treatment. The kind of treatment that makes other newcomers jealous even though they are both newcomers, how could it not make people feel addicted
"What the hell am I... doing?"
Beep! ! !
The horn of the speeding car woke him up, and he suddenly looked back at the road back, suddenly not knowing what kind of road he was walking.
Not far away at this time came the sound of singing, still using that kind of cheap stereo, the sound came here, it was already a rustling, rustling sound.
Someone is singing.
There have always been many people singing on the street... for various reasons. Cheng Yiran never looked down on these people who sang on the street, because he himself was one of them.
They can always give him a wonderful sense of intimacy, right, not long ago, he seemed to be no different from their situation.
He suddenly smiled, meaningless, maybe it was just an instinct... He suddenly didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.
But although the sound quality of this song is not good, but listening to it, Cheng Yiran heard something he was familiar with... This, this is Hong Guan's voice.
Here he is... near here!
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"Uncle, may I ask, do the people who set up stalls there come here often?"
"Huh? You mean the guy who plays the guitar and sings? Yes, he's been here a lot lately, maybe this month."
On the edge of the square, the uncle who was pushing a bicycle and selling sugar figurines replied with a smile, "This guy sings very well... Do you want to buy a sugar figurine? Go back and play with it for the children."
Cheng Yiran was startled, he randomly picked a candy figurine from his uncle's car, gave him the money, and walked away without saying anything.
His gaze never left the small stall selling chargers and mobile phone accessories not far away... Hong Guan was playing and singing at the booth.
He didn't touch me, but I touched him.
After such a long time, the technology still hasn't improved... the same goes for singing skills.
No one cares about it, and the rewards are even more pitiful... Almost none, right
Who is listening to you singing? Who is listening to you singing? Haven't you... already given up
But ah.
But... why are you still so happy
They sang "Blue Lotus".
Are you really... free from worries
Before he knew it, Cheng Yiran had already walked in front of Hong Guan, Hong Guan also naturally saw Cheng Yiran, his strumming fingers slowed down slowly, and finally stopped at a certain half beat superior.
"Also, why do you..." Hong Guan raised his head in astonishment.
"Can we talk for a while?" Cheng Yiran breathed out.
…
"Have you...have you eaten yet?"
Not in any high-end or convenient place, or in a quiet place, but sitting on a small bench in the square behind Hong Guan’s booth. Hong Guan seemed to be unable to ask questions, but he forced himself to ask. Come.
Cheng Yiran's eyes flickered, and it was the person in front of him... this person who had drifted north with him, and was singing together in Sanlitun, the capital city, on the streets of Houhai Bar.
He lowered his head and squeezed the stick of the little sugar man in his hand, slowly turning it, and said with a wry smile: "We are so strangers already."
Hong Guan scratched his head, then raised his head, not knowing how to answer these words.
"It's Li Zifeng." Cheng Yiran suddenly mentioned the name.
Hong Guan was taken aback, and also mentioned the name: "Li Zifeng?"
Cheng Yiran pursed his lips, looked at Hong Guan and said softly: "He lied to me, and he lied to you too. The agreement you signed was not what I meant. I have also seen a contract here, and it was not what you meant. .But… "
Cheng Yiran stopped at this point, and laughed at himself, "But I believed it at the time... I'm sorry."
Hong Guan was silent for a while, then patted Cheng Yiran on the shoulder, suddenly smiled and said: "Zi Yao is supposed to give birth in half a month, and she keeps nagging why you don't come to see her, asking if she is getting rich?" I won’t recognize anyone once I’m done. Do you have time to meet me?”
"I'm sorry." But Cheng Yiran turned his face away, his voice was a little hoarse, "Obviously, I just need to call you, obviously it's such a simple little action, but I..."
He took a deep breath and sniffed, "But me, I'm thinking... Is this the kind of person I am?"
Hong Guan thought for a while and said: "When Xiaomeng was still there, you were often stupid. Now it has been several years, and you are still stupid... In fact, it hasn't changed. Stupid donkey, I'm used to it."
Cheng Yiran turned around, choked slightly and said, "Go to your uncle."
But Hong Guan said: "Obviously I can call you, and it's obviously just a small gesture, but I do the same. Do you think I am the same person?"
Cheng Yiran was taken aback.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Cheng Yiran sighed and said, "Man."
Hong Guan nodded, but said helplessly, "A man."
Sit for a while.
Cheng Yiran said, "Have you decided on the child's name?"
Hong Guan shook his head. The weather was a bit cold, he rubbed his hands, "Your hands, are you alright?"
Cheng Yiran looked at his fingers and shook his head, "Finger is broken, how can it heal so quickly."
Hong Guan regretted: "It seems that you can't make an appearance on Sunday. It's a pity. However, your company shouldn't blame you, right?"
"Not yet, in the future..." Cheng Yiran shook his head and said, "In the future, it's hard to say."
"Is it because of the car crash, which has a bad effect on your reputation?" Hong Guan asked tentatively.
"It's not about the car crash." Cheng Yiran shook his head, "It's just that there are many, many things... It's much more complicated than when we were just squatting on the street before."
"That's it... I really don't understand the affairs of these big companies." Hong Guan nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. He believed that Cheng Yiran should be able to handle the problem by himself at this time.
At this moment, Cheng Yiran stood up and stretched his waist vigorously.
Hong Guan raised his head and asked, "Are you going back?"
"It's getting late, I slipped out and I'm going back." Cheng Yiran nodded.
"Then be careful." Hong Guan said with a smile.
Cheng Yiran also turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, but he didn't look back: "By the way, can you stop selling power banks and singing at the same time, it looks unprofessional at all, okay?"
Hong Guan smiled, and said to Cheng Yiran's back: "I want to earn money for milk powder, okay?"
Cheng Yiran didn't speak, but just raised his hand, which was a rock gesture... He suddenly had a different idea.
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When he returned to the villa, Cheng Yiran saw Zhong Luochen cooking dinner for himself, a very simple steak with red wine.
"Do you eat alone?" Cheng Yiran was the first to ask.
"You have a portion, but it depends on whether you have eaten it before you come back." Zhong Luochen didn't look back, and concentrated on frying the steak with tongs.
"You're welcome, I'm not hungry." Cheng Yiran shook his head, but suddenly said: "By the way, I want to discuss something with you."
"Let's talk." Zhong Luochen turned the steak over and gently shook the pan with his palm.
"On Sunday night, let Hong Guan play instead of me."
"Hong Guan?" The movements of Zhong Luochen's hands slowed down for a moment, and then quickly moved again, "Why... Could it be that you feel that you owe him something, so you plan to make up for it?"
"A little bit." Cheng Yiran said indifferently: "Also, when he plays, let him use this guitar."
Only then did Zhong Luochen turn his head in surprise, "Are you willing?"
Cheng Yiran said indifferently: "Didn't you say that Hong Guan can also use it? But I'm not sure how big it is when he uses it. I also want to know this... Since I can't move my hand for the time being, let's do it." The experiment is good. As long as Hong Guan knows about the guitar... and I have been playing it all the time, others have been affected, so I want to see what happens to me when someone else plays it... What is your problem? ?"
"No." Zhong Luochen shook his head, "No. It's a good idea. It's better for us to discover the secrets of the guitar ourselves than to go to the boss and give him an advantage."
Cheng Yiran shrugged, and went upstairs as usual in front of Zhong Luochen... He needed to remain relaxed and calm in front of this man in order to be able to avoid his keen sense of touch.
What is the tune in my heart... Hong Guan, can you tell me
And I... there is only one thing I can do for you.
I know that you never gave up, never left.
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ps1: Thank you 'br—love' friend for the reward yesterday.
ps2: I feel uncomfortable without ps2... So, the next chapter, before twelve o'clock (far eye)