If you cheat, money will follow

Snack street in the business district.

Even though it is midsummer and the sun is scorching, the streets are still crowded with people.

Jiang Xia grabbed the paper bowl and ate the smoky skewers while following Chang Le through the crowd, her big eyes searching for the next snack she wanted to try.

If it were anyone else, Chang Le would have slipped away long ago.

He is a lazy person by nature, and he will not sit out in the sun after eating.

Facing the scorching sun, Jiang Xia was in high spirits. Even though sweat dripped from her forehead and fell down her cheeks, she was still in high spirits.

Even though Dou was sweating profusely, Chang Le stood beside her and still didn't smell any strange or sour smell, but a faint fragrance.

Well, little fairies don't smell bad.

She pointed to a small shop in front of her and asked, "What does that one sell? There are so many people, so it must be delicious."

Chang Le looked at the plaque and said, "Brown sugar cold cake, it's iced."

Jiang Xia asked: "Is that delicious?"

Chang Le nodded: "It's okay. If you haven't tried it before, you can try it. It's sweet and glutinous, and tastes a bit like jelly."

Jiang Xia immediately took Chang Le's hand and walked there, without any sense of unfamiliarity when meeting for the first time.

"Come on, let's go buy it quickly."

"You stay here and hide in the shade, and I'll go buy it. There's no need for two people to queue up."

"Okay, thank you then."

There is more than one brown sugar cold cake store in Jiangzhou, including many in the university town.

Somehow, the same brand and the same product were ignored in the university town, but there was a long queue here.

When Chang Le finished queuing and returned to the place with two bowls of cold cakes, he found Jiang Xia already standing in front of another store.

Chang Le walked over and handed the cold cake to her: "Didn't you eat crayfish for lunch?"

"Thank you." Jiang Xia took a bite of the cold cake and smacked her lips: "Well, don't mention it, it tastes good and just relieves the heat."

"The one I had for lunch was spicy, but the one sold here is garlic flavor, which is different."

Chang Le: "..."

The snack street is not very long, but there are more than a hundred kinds of snacks, large and small. By the time Jiang Xia's enthusiasm for trying new things was gone and he walked from the street to the end of the street, more than two hours had passed.

Chang Le and Jiang Xia left the snack street and came to the cultural old street running parallel to it.

This old street originally did not exist and was recorded in history books. It was later destroyed by the war.

In the past few years, Jiangzhou followed the transformation experience of other places and commercialized this shantytown, building a complex of Ming and Qing style antique buildings.

The building complex is centered on the Old Street Square and extends layer by layer, extending in all directions.

The overall layout is dense, with individual buildings or rows of buildings with carved railings and painted buildings, which are exquisite, light and delicate, creating an atmosphere similar to the ancient Qingming Mountains and Rivers Painting.

However, what is completely different from the architectural style is that the business model here is mainly bars, cafes, nightclubs, etc.

Fashionably dressed young people and blond foreigners come and go, which is very exciting.

After taking pictures in the square, Jiang Xia pushed Chang Le into a bar not far away on a whim.

"Have you never been here before?" Jiang Xia asked

"I haven't been here before. I rarely come to the pedestrian street." Chang Le said

"Really?" Jiang Xia asked again

She subjectively believes that a handsome guy like Chang Le should be a frequent visitor to bars and nightclubs and is destined to be surrounded by flowers.

"Why did I lie to you? I have never been here before. The bar my friends and I often go to is not here, but over there in the financial district. It is different from here. There is no singing or dancing. It is just a place for chatting and drinking. "

Speaking of singing, on the round table in this bar, an artistic young man was playing the guitar skillfully while singing "Those Flowers" in a skillful cigarette voice, which sounded unique.

Just like a middle-aged uncle who couldn't miss his sister, he was learning from the pain and groaning in pain.

The song ended and applause broke out.

Jiang Xia shook his head and commented: "You sing really well. Can you sing?"

"I can listen to songs but not sing."

"..."

"It looks like you can sing?"

"I know a little bit, it's okay."

"Then you go up and sing a song so that I can see what's going on?" Chang Le encouraged.

"Okay, then I'll go up and sing a song." Jiang Xia answered simply, without any hesitation.

Judging from his straightforward expression, Chang Le should like singing very much.

"But let's make an agreement first. After I sing one song, you will also sing one."

"……I do not know."

"If you're a man, you can't be timid."

"You sing first..."

"Then it's settled, and you can't go back on it."

After Jiang Xia finished speaking, people had already boarded the garden platform.

On the stage, Jiang Xia said something to the young man, and the young man happily gave up his seat to Jiang Xia and adjusted the accompaniment according to the song Jiang Xia wanted to sing.

The moment the prelude started playing, Jiang Xia's body immediately swayed along with the prelude and she tapped the rhythm with her fingers, looking very professional.

The moment the prelude is about to end, "One song is dedicated to everyone later!"

The prelude ended and the main song entered. Jiang Xia took a deep breath:

"Later, I finally learned how to love..."

"It's a pity that you have already disappeared into the sea of ​​people..."

Just two sentences attracted Chang Le, young people and the audience in the bar.

Almost everyone unconsciously looked at Jiang Xia who was already immersed in the song on the stage, and some even shouted:

"Beauty, you sing well, keep going!"

Why? Because there’s no technique at all, it’s all about emotion…it’s all out of tune.

However, Jiang Xia was not moved by the gaze or the sarcasm, and was still immersed in her own world.

She closed her eyes, held the microphone with both hands, and continued singing:

"Later, I finally understood through tears that once you miss some people, you will never see them again..."

Gardenia white petals...

Falling on my blue pleated skirt...

I love you, say it softly...

After four sentences in a row, Chang Le found that starting from the third sentence, Jiang Xia's tone was inexplicably on point and her voice became sweeter.

She is no longer like a shrew scolding on the street like she was at the beginning, but like a sweet little girl whispering her story in the dead of night.

I lowered my head and smelled a burst of fragrance...

That eternal night...

Midsummer when I was seventeen years old...

The night you kissed me...

Let me spend time in the future...

Whenever I sigh...

I always think of the stars that day...

The love at that time...

Why can it be so simple...

Next, sentence after sentence, the state gradually improved, the voice became sweeter and gentler, and the emotions became more abundant and full, making everyone present unconsciously immersed in the "later" love story.

After the last sentence, "There is a boy who loves that girl..." came the end, the bar spontaneously burst into warm applause.

Jiang Xia bowed on the stage and then said: "Thank you everyone for your encouragement..."

"Next, I want my friend to sing a song for everyone. When this big brother sang just now, my friend said it was about technique but not emotion. But when I sang, he thought it was about emotion but not technique..."

"So I want him to demonstrate what it means to sing with skill and emotion."

Chang Le: "Fuck...when did I say this?"

He looked around, and following Jiang Xia's gesture, he had become the target of public criticism.

…………

After walking out of the bar, Jiang Xia's laughter didn't stop. She was leaning forward and backward, and the flowers were trembling.

Because, when Chang Le bravely walked up to Yuantou and reluctantly sang a song, which was considered his best "King of Karaoke",

He has a hat on his head - a loudmouth!

This was a high praise from the audience on the spot.

The songs he can sing are very limited. He is relatively familiar with "The King of Karaoke", mainly because Yang Haichuan in his dormitory often sings it, and he will become more familiar with it the more he listens to it.

The so-called familiarity means that I can remember the lyrics and the general tune.

Then, as soon as the song started, the atmosphere in the bar changed into that of watching a comedy movie.

The audience burst into laughter, whether it was off-key or not, another story.

The treble cannot be raised, the bass cannot be lowered, and the midrange cannot be stabilized. The overall evaluation is "out of breath."