Chapter 254: Peach Blossom (1)

Episode 254
"How do you feel that you are so familiar with these routines? You have done it before?" Fang Zhiqiang and Huang Wanting walked slowly with a guitar on their backs.
"I have done it during the period when the poorest and most desperate can't afford it. I have done it for seven or eight days."
"How is the income?" Fang Zhiqiang asked with a smile.
"I don't know." Huang Wanting shook her head.
"What do you mean by don't know? What do you mean by not knowing?" Fang Zhiqiang felt a little inexplicable.
"At that time, I only sang for ten yuan a day, and when ten yuan was enough to buy a day's buns, I closed the stall, so I don't know the specific income." Huang Wanting said flatly.
"Mantou...well, you won, Huang Wanting. Some people say that I am a person with a spiritual and cleanliness who came out of feudal society. Now, I finally found the same kind." Fang Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled, then asked : "How many yuan do you plan to sing today?"
"How much do you want for living expenses every day? What is necessary for living, plus the average monthly rent?" Huang Wanting asked Fang Zhiqiang.
"Do you really want to do that?"
"What about two people who don't have a job? At least survive?"
"It's about fifty yuan a day, right? If you include the rent, how about you?" Fang Zhiqiang said after the calculation.
"Like you, eat, drink, and add rent, then our goal today is one hundred yuan, and we will go home when we sing one hundred."
"Can you sing a hundred yuan? I remain skeptical."
"Who knows, just come out and practice singing." Huang Wanting said indifferently.
"Where to go?"
"Just go to the underground passage in front of you. I don't want to go too far."
The two walked into the underground passage with their guitars on their backs. Fang Zhiqiang followed Huang Wanting to find a place and leaned against the wall to put down the guitar. Huang Wanting opened her guitar bag and placed it in front of her, and then helped Fang Zhiqiang to support the shelf. Get up and put a large sheet of music on the shelf.
"Where is your own book?" Fang Zhiqiang asked.
"I said, I will not use it to make money." Huang Wanting said lightly.
When Fang Zhiqiang remembered, Huang Wanting seemed to have said such a sentence.
"This...how do you do it?" Fang Zhiqiang was still a little nervous, and he was embarrassed to see passers-by looking at him curiously.
"You can do it whatever you want, just singing. Do you sing first or I sing first?" Huang Wanting asked lightly.
"You...you go first." Fang Zhiqiang was still a little embarrassed.
"That's OK, one song per person." Huang Wanting said as she plucked the strings to make sure it was correct, she began to turn over the sheet music, turned a few pages, and then began to play.
"It's raining outside, as if my hard work is dripping, loving you for so long. In fact, it's not easy. You have to divide things. It won't matter tomorrow. The clothes left at home can be taken back when you have time..." Huang Wanting flicked The guitar sang and sang seriously.
Fang Zhiqiang was standing by, leaning on the wall and listening. He knew this song, a song by Zhang Huimei. Huang Wanting's voice is very nice, with her own unique voice, and Fang Zhiqiang can hear that Huang Wanting's singing is very skillful, and it is obviously specially trained. Fang Zhiqiang feels that Huang Wanting is very beautiful, especially when she sings, she has a very strong attraction. She can easily bring you into the world of her singing as soon as she sings. It has a strong appeal and makes you involuntary. Indulge in it.
When Huang Wanting was singing, occasionally someone would stop and listen. Two people took out their money and put them in the guitar bag in front of them. And Huang Wanting never said thank you from the beginning to the end, and didn't take the initiative to ask others. She has been just singing, singing very seriously, indulging in her own singing.
When Huang Wanting finished singing, Fang Zhiqiang clapped his hands.
"Singing really well." Fang Zhiqiang clapped his hands.
"Come on." Huang Wanting stood up and gave up her position to Fang Zhiqiang.
"I...I'll forget it, I...I'm a little nervous about singing in front of people." Fang Zhiqiang said embarrassedly.
"Have you not been in a band? Never performed?"
"No, have you ever played in the dorm?"
"Then you have to sing. If you don't sing, you won't pay you any money today."
"You threatened me... well, you are not allowed to laugh at me, did you hear?" Fang Zhiqiang was still a little nervous, flipping through the sheet music casually, and then turning to an old song that belonged to his teenage years, this one. The song is also one of his most popular songs.
"The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter, the melancholy youth, I used to think so ignorantly, the windmill in the song of the reincarnation of the four seasons, its circulation every day, in the poem of wind, flowers, snow and moon, I grow up year by year, flowing The story of it taking away the time has changed a person, just in the sentimental and first-waiting youth, yellowed photos, old letters and faded Christmas cards, the song written for you when you were young, I’m afraid you’ve forgotten it, the vows of the past Just like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook, how many beautiful poems are portrayed, but after all, it is a puff of smoke..." Fang Zhiqiang talked slowly and sang slowly, singing and singing, and seemed to review his experiences over the years. Again. From the tension of singing at the beginning, to slowly falling into my own memories, I forgot my tension. Music is such a magical thing. Every song is a touching story. Every story has its own shadow. People with stories can always find their own shadows in songs. Music gives the carrier of the story, and the story gives the soul of music.
"Don't laugh at me. The wrong place in the middle is also out of tune." Fang Zhiqiang said embarrassedly.
"This song...is there your story in this song?" Huang Wanting asked.
Fang Zhiqiang was stunned, then nodded and said, "I remembered some things in the past."
"Will you be a duet?" Huang Wanting asked.
"Duet? I've heard of it, not so good."
"Try it, play together, and then sing a duet. I sing before you sing and you sing after. I think the effect should be good. Just remember your tempo and melody, don't mess up." Huang Wanting smiled and said .
Then the two began to sing a duet there. Of course, it was Huang Wanting who was teaching Fang Zhiqiang.
Rather than come to sing and sing, two people are here to play and play music. From the beginning to the end, neither of them cared about whether anyone listened to whether someone gave money. They both lived in their own musical world. Solo and chorus, Huang Wanting will occasionally come up with a song and adapt it for Fang Zhiqiang's comments. Two people don't know if they have made money, but the two of them are very happy and in a very happy mood.