Why do you feel so familiar with these routines? Have you done it before? Fang Zhiqiang and Huang Wanting were walking slowly with a guitar on their backs.

I worked there for seven or eight days when I was the most impoverished and could not afford to eat.

How is the income? How is it? Fang Zhiqiang asked with a smile.

I don’t know. Huang Wanting shook her head.

What does "don't know" mean? What does "don't know" mean? Fang Zhiqiang felt a little baffled.

At that time, I only earned ten yuan from singing every day. After singing for ten yuan, I could buy steamed buns for a day and then I closed the stall. Therefore, I don’t know the specific income. Huang Wanting said lightly.

Steamed buns...Okay, you win, Huang Wanting. Some people say that I am a person with mental mysophobia who came out of feudal society. Now, I have finally found the same kind. Fang Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled, and then asked: You

How much do you plan to sing for today?

How much living expenses do you need every day? What are the necessities for living, plus the average monthly rent? Huang Wanting asked Fang Zhiqiang.

Do you really want to calculate this?

What can two people without jobs do? At least they have to survive, right?

It costs about fifty yuan a day, including the rent. What about you? Fang Zhiqiang said after calculation.

Just like you, we eat, drink, have sex and pay rent, so our goal today is one hundred yuan. If we sing enough, we will go home.

Can you sing it for a hundred yuan? I remain skeptical.

Who knows, just go out and practice singing. Huang Wanting said nonchalantly.

Where to go?

Just go to the underground passage at the front entrance, I'm too lazy to walk too far.

The two of them walked into the underground passage with their guitars on their backs. Fang Zhiqiang followed Huang Wanting and found a seat against the wall to put down the guitar. Huang Wanting opened her guitar bag and placed it in front of her, then helped Fang Zhiqiang set up the stand.

I got up and put a large book of music scores on the shelf.

What about the one you wrote yourself? Fang Zhiqiang asked.

I said, I won't use it to make money. Huang Wanting said lightly.

Fang Zhiqiang remembered that Huang Wanting did indeed say such a thing.

How to do this...? Fang Zhiqiang was still a little nervous. He felt embarrassed when he saw the passers-by looking at the two of them curiously.

You can do whatever you want, it’s just singing. Do you sing first or should I sing first? Huang Wanting asked calmly.

You...you go first. Fang Zhiqiang is still a little embarrassed.

Okay, let's do it one person at a time. As Huang Wanting said this, she plucked the strings to make sure it was correct, then started to flip through the music score, flipped through a few pages, and then started playing.

It's raining outside, like my hard work is dripping. I've loved you for so long, but it's actually not easy. I have to divide things. It doesn't matter tomorrow. The clothes I left at home can be taken back when I have time... Huang Wanting played the guitar and sang

He was singing very seriously.

Fang Zhiqiang stood nearby, leaning against the wall and listening. He knew this song. It was a song by Zhang Huimei. Huang Wanting's voice was very nice, and she had her own unique voice. Moreover, Fang Zhiqiang could tell that Huang Wanting was very skilled in singing.

Sex, obviously specifically

Fang Zhiqiang, who has been trained, thinks that Huang Wanting is very beautiful, especially when she sings, she has a strong attraction. She can easily bring you into the world of her singing and is very contagious.

, so that you can't help but be immersed in it.

When Huang Wanting was singing, occasionally people would stop and listen. Two people took out money and put it in the guitar bag in front of them. However, Huang Wanting never said thank you from the beginning to the end, nor did she take the initiative to ask others. She kept

They were all just singing, singing very seriously, indulging in their own singing.

When Huang Wanting finished singing, Fang Zhiqiang clapped his hands.

Singing so well. Fang Zhiqiang clapped his hands.

Come on. Huang Wanting stood up and gave up her position to Fang Zhiqiang.

I...I'd better forget it, I...I'm a little nervous about singing in front of others. Fang Zhiqiang said embarrassedly.

Didn't you work in a band? Never performed?

No, does performing in the dormitory count?

Then you must sing. If you don’t sing, I won’t give you a penny today.

You actually threatened me...Okay, don't laugh. Do you hear me? Fang Zhiqiang was still a little nervous, flipping through the music sheet casually, and then turned to an old song that belonged to his teenage years. This song was also his.

The one who plays and sings more.

The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter. I once thought this ignorantly in my melancholy youth. In the song of the cycle of the four seasons, the windmill flows every day. In the poems of wind, flowers, snow and moon, I grow up year by year, and the flowing water...

The story that takes away time changes a person,

In that sentimental youth waiting for the first time, yellow photos, old letters and faded Christmas cards, I am afraid you have long forgotten the songs I wrote for you when you were young. The past vows are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbook, depicting how many

Beautiful poetry is just a puff of smoke after all...

Fang Zhiqiang talked slowly and sang slowly, and as he sang, he seemed to review his experiences over the years from the beginning. From being nervous at the beginning of singing, he slowly fell into his own memories and deep contemplation.

I forgot about being nervous. Music is such a magical thing. Every song is a touching story, and every story has its own shadow. People with stories can always find their own shadow in the songs.

Music gives the story the carrier, and the story gives the music the soul.

Don't laugh at me, there are some wrong parts in the middle, and there are also parts that are out of tune. Fang Zhiqiang said embarrassedly.

This song...is there your story in this song? Huang Wanting asked.

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: I just remembered some things from the past.

Will there be a duet? Huang Wanting asked.

Duet? I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know much about it.

Let’s give it a try, play together, and then sing a duet. I sing the front and you sing the back. Give it a try. I think the effect will be good. Just remember your own time and melody. Don’t mess up. Huang Wanting said with a smile.

Then the two people started singing a duet there. Of course, it was Huang Wanting who was actually teaching Fang Zhiqiang.

Rather than selling songs, the two of them came here to play and play music. From the beginning to the end, neither of them cared about whether anyone listened or paid. They both lived in their own music world.
Chapter completed!