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

"I worked there. I worked there for seven or eight days when I was the most impoverished and couldn't 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 not know mean? What does not knowing mean?" Fang Zhiqiang felt a little baffled.

"At that time, I only paid ten yuan a day to sing. After ten yuan was enough to buy a day's worth of steamed buns, I closed the stall, so I don't know the exact amount of income." Huang Wanting said lightly. Talking.

"Steamed buns... well, 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. He shook his head and smiled, and then asked: "How many yuan do you plan to sing for today?"

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

　“Is this really the calculation?”

　“What can two people without jobs do? At least they have to survive?”

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

"Like you, eating, drinking, having sex and rent plus rent, then our goal today is one hundred yuan, and we will go home after singing for one hundred yuan."

"Yes Will singing cost a hundred yuan? I remain skeptical."

"Who knows, just practice singing." Huang Wanting said indifferently.

　“Where to go?”

　“Let’s go to the underground passage in front, I’m too lazy to walk too far.”

The two of them carried it on their backs The guitar entered the underground passage. Fang Zhiqiang followed Huang Wanting and found a place to lean against the wall and put down the guitar. Huang Wanting opened her guitar bag and put it in front of her, then helped Fang Zhiqiang put up the stand and put down the guitar. The big sheet of music was placed on the shelf.

“Where is 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... are we going to do this?" Fang Zhiqiang was still a little nervous, and felt embarrassed when he saw the passers-by looking at him curiously.

　"Just do it however you want, just singJust a song. You sing first or should I sing first? "Huang Wanting asked calmly.

"You...you go first. "Fang Zhiqiang was still a little embarrassed.

"Okay, let's do a song each. "As Huang Wanting said, she plucked the strings to make sure they were correct, then started to flip through the music score, turned a few pages, and then started to play.

"It's raining outside, as if my blood is dripping, love. It's not easy for you to be here for so long. You have to divide things. It won't matter tomorrow. The clothes you left at home can be taken back when you have time..." Huang Wanting played the guitar and sang, singing very seriously.

Fang Zhiqiang stood nearby, leaning against the wall and listening. He knew this song, a song by Zhang Huimei. Huang Wanting’s voice was very nice, with her own unique voice, and Fang Zhiqiang could listen to it. Come out, Huang Wanting is very skilled in singing, and she has obviously been specially trained. Fang Zhiqiang thinks that Huang Wanting is very beautiful, especially when she sings, she has a strong attraction, and she can easily charm you when she sings The world brought into her singing is very contagious, making you involuntarily immersed in it.

When Huang Wanting was singing, occasionally people would stop and listen, and two people took out something from her body The money was placed in the guitar bag in front of her. Huang Wanting never said thank you from the beginning to the end, nor did she take the initiative to ask others. She just sang, very seriously, and was immersed in her own singing.

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

“The singing was really good. "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 sheepishly.

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

"No, does performing in the dormitory count? "

"Then you have to 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 sheet music at random, and then turned to an old song that belonged to his teenage years. This song was also one that he played and sang more often.

"The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter. I once thought this ignorantly in my melancholy youth. The windmill circulates every day in the song of the four seasons, and I grow up year by year in the poem of wind, flowers, snow and moon. , the story of flowing water that takes away time changes a person, in that sentimental and waiting youth for the first time, the yellowed photos, the old letters and the faded Christmas cards, I am afraid you have already forgotten the songs I wrote for you when you were young, the past The oath is likeThe colorful bookmarks in that textbook depict so many beautiful poems, but they are just a burst of smoke after all..." Fang Zhiqiang talked slowly and sang slowly, as if he was reviewing his experiences over the years from the beginning. . From the beginning of singing nervously, I slowly fell into my own memories and my own contemplation and forgot about my nervousness. Music is such a magical thing, every song is a touching story, and every story has its own meaning. A piece of one's own shadow. People with stories can always find their own shadow in songs. Music gives the carrier of the story, and the story also gives the soul of the music.

"Don't laugh at me, There were some mistakes in the middle and some things that were out of tune. "Fang Zhiqiang said sheepishly.

"This song...this song has your story in it, right? " 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 not really. "

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

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

The two people were not here to sell their songs. It’s better to say that they came here to play and play music. From the beginning to the end, neither of them cared about whether anyone was listening or whether anyone paid. They have always lived in their own music world. Solo and chorus, Huang Wanting Occasionally, they would take out a song and arrange it for Fang Zhiqiang to give his opinion. They didn’t know whether they had made money or not, but they were very happy and in a very happy mood.