too rich what to do

Chapter 219 We Are All Changed

There is no difficulty in this song, three points for the story, seven points for the confession, empathy, and natural tears.

After the song ended, An Ran put down the microphone.

The applause sounded instantly. Some people moistened their eyes, some looked up at the ceiling, and some took off their glasses.

Of course, there is also no shortage of people who just join in the fun and are busy recording videos with their mobile phones.

Every life is different——
Many people started to take out the red envelopes and put the cash into the guitar box. Some people wanted to put it in An Ran's bag, but An Ran had already sealed the bag.

"Tsk, if things go on like this, it won't be tens of thousands per day, or hundreds of thousands per month?" An Ran glanced at the almost full Geeta box, not knowing whether to be happy or speechless.

Is there another job with an annual salary of one million?
He didn't expect that he would be recognized by so many people on a whim.

It is true that he has a lot of fans, but many fans are actually because he is rich.

Recognition like this is really a different kind of experience.

"Perhaps in the future when I have no money, I can make a living with it." An Ran thought with a smile.

There were at least 200 people around, and the applause continued for a long time. Regardless of whether they were passers-by, they had a more intuitive experience of whether the song was good or not.

As the system said, painting is the window to the soul, which can describe the inner world, while music is the throbbing of the soul, expressing feelings.

What can really move people's hearts is not the song, but the emotion, the sound that touches the heartstrings.

You can't touch other people's heartstrings and give them a different feeling. Why do others give you a reward?
"Thank you everyone!" An Ran bowed and smiled.

He felt that this feeling was very good.

"One more song."

Someone in the crowd immediately yelled loudly, and this yell immediately received a large number of appeals.

"One more song, just sing the one just now. Although you tricked me into crying, I like to be abused."

"Yes, good singing. Although life is very difficult, life is still worth it. Come back to another song and go home with a smile. After listening to this song, I can always think of the two cubs in my family. It's cute--"

"Dude, you stand here, I'll go across the road and buy you two oranges——"

"Haha——yes, the brat hates it the most, buy him two oranges!"

"To tell you the truth, I sang to my heart. I still remember the scene when I was a child. It was still in 85. There was no car in the middle of the night. I had a high fever, and my dad carried me to the hospital. It was raining heavily. , and no one else was holding an umbrella, but my dad hugged me in his arms to keep me from the rain, and ran all the way to the hospital with my waist hooked—"

Some people shared their own stories, and their eyes got wet while talking.

There are also people showing off, showing off their struggle history in the capital, from graduating from university, to starting a family and starting a business, to when their children enter school——
Seeing passers-by who were crying and laughing, An Ran also smiled at this moment, feeling a little inexplicably touched in her heart.

"Okay, although everyone has a story, but I don't have much wine here, let's spread out, don't block the road,"

An Ran has already seen the urban management not far away maintaining order, and also saw the two men in black. There is a reason why the urban management did not come, but even if the urban management clears the flow of people, there is still some congestion here.

Although it was the first time for the city management to do such a thing, An Ran didn't want to make too much noise.

So I immediately accepted it as soon as I saw it, but when I saw that An Ran didn't intend to sing, the crowd gradually quieted down, and then those who donated rewards, those who went home went home, and dispersed.

After all, everyone has their own trajectory. If it weren't for An Ran's singing, it really touched the strings deep in my heart, but it's just like ordinary street performers.

Just like the three of Yang Yixin just now, there were no more than a dozen people at most.

And the flow of people is changing at any time, coming and going, coming and going.

Handed the microphone to Yang Yixin, before An Ran could speak, Yang Yixin said: "You are amazing, you can sing much better than me, maybe you will be able to make your debut in a while, and you will be a hit by then .”

Yang Yixin gave An Ran a thumbs up, then pointed to the guitar box and said, "Look, we don't earn as much in a day as you do in a few minutes."

"Don't bully me, I'm not as professional as you!" Smiling, An Ran said again: "You are already singing very well, no worse than some celebrities, maybe when someone hears your singing, you can make your debut .”

"I know my own level. Our band has been here for more than two years. If our level is really this good, we wouldn't still be playing peek-a-boo with the urban management."

Yang Yixin made a small joke, and then brought the guitar box over: "The money in it is basically your credit, but I have the cheek to keep a third, you can count it, there are more than 8000 and we will take it." More than 2000, and the remaining 5000 are yours."

An Ran glanced at Yang Yixin who started to count the money, a little funny.

This girl is not bad, at least her heart is really beautiful.

Clear the bottom line clearly, live up to one's duty, not greedy, not jealous.

So after thinking about it, An Ran squatted down, pressed Yang Yixin to count the money, and said, "Don't count, didn't I just say that, please take the skewers, and I will treat my part as my invitation to you."

After finishing speaking, An Ran turned around and put her painting tools on her back, and planned to leave.

Yang Yixin stared blankly at An Ran's back, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Seeing this, the previous boy on the other side immediately stepped forward.

Next to Yang Yixin, he whispered: "Yixin, hurry up and keep him. If he can join our band in the future, we might have a chance to make an official debut!"

Not knowing what to think of, Yang Yixin immediately stood up when he heard what his companion said, and suddenly shouted at An Ran's back: "Wait a minute!"

An Ran stopped, and turned to look at Yang Yixin in doubt.

Yang Yixin picked up the guitar at the side, ran up quickly, stood about one meter in front of An Ran, and immediately bowed: "Thank you!"

After all, he straightened up and handed the guitar in front of An Ran: "You gave me a painting, and as a gift in return, I want to give you this guitar as well. Although the value is not comparable to your painting, it is It was the only gift my dad gave me before I came to BJ!"

The guitar was not of any brand, and probably worth only three or four hundred, with a signature on it.

Exclusive to Yang Yixin!

An Ran smiled slightly, looked back at the guitar, and then looked at Yang Yixin: "Then I won't be polite, maybe you will become a big star by then, and this guitar will be worth a lot of money."

Seeing that An Ran had put away the guitar, Yang Yixin breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "If I really become a big star, you come to me, and next time I will treat you to eat all over the capital!"

"Okay, I'll just say this to you, next time I'll have to beat up local tyrants!" An Ran said with a smile.

Yang Yixin didn't say much, but An Ran turned and left.

At this moment, seeing An Ran leave, the boy from before quickly ran up again, looking at An Ran's back, and looking hopefully at Yang Yixin:
"How? How? Yixin, did he promise you?"

The boy's eyes were full of hope. At first, he really didn't like Anran. After all, Anran was just drawing Yang Yixin, but Anran's income was several times theirs.

But after seeing An Ran's singing voice, he changed his mind. If An Ran could join them, they would not benefit too much.

Yang Yixin glanced at his companion when he heard the words, and smiled: "No!"

"Then why did he accept your guitar?" The boy looked disappointed.

"Guanwen, compared with us, he is the real artist."

Yang Yixin didn't explain, but changed the subject, looking at An Ran's direction with erratic eyes,
Then he continued to ask: "Do you still remember the dreams of the three of us?"

Before the boy could answer, Yang Yixin glanced at another companion who came up and said, "I remember Zhou Ping back then, you just happened to be one year older than Zhou Ping, and I was two months younger than Zhou Ping.

Together, we are determined to make some achievements in the capital. You played the drums, Zhou Ping picked up the bass, and I followed behind you with my guitar in my arms.

We only had 14 yuan left on us at the time, so we bought [-] white flour steamed buns so we wouldn’t be hungry.
But we can only sleep on the street at night, but we got the first reward in our life the next day, I remember clearly, it was 57 yuan and [-] cents——”

Yang Yixin fell into memory, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and the two boys were also silent when they heard the words.

"At that time, although it was very tiring, it was the happiest time, because we were chasing our dreams!"

Yang Yixin shook his head and looked at the two of them: "But now we have changed, because we have grown up, we have more ideas, and our thoughts have become more mature, so now all we have in our eyes is life. We've all changed—"

(End of this chapter)