Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Anything but money."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It depends on what you have and whether I want it or not."

"What a coincidence."

The high ponytail smiles with squinted eyes.

His smile is really pretty.

Lu Mingfei had seen such a sentence before. It was used to describe people, "This person has a clean smile and bright eyes."

At that time, he thought, please, where do you think this is, a novel or an anime, and there are no aliens giving out transformers, who can have glowing eyes, please respect science, brother.

But after meeting this man today, Lu Mingfei remembered this sentence for no reason.

"A clean smile and bright eyes"

It turns out that ordinary people can also see light without using a transformer or a Digimon machine.

Like a cat that happily ate a small fish and then took a nap. As soon as it opened its eyes, it saw spots of sunshine shining through the screen window. The cat opened its eyes wide and lay down to look at it. From time to time, it fished with its paws. The kitten's glass-beaded eyes are exactly the same as the one with a high ponytail.

"I happen to have no money."

Said as proudly as a tall ponytail cat.

Wait, is having no money something to be proud of?

"Don't sell it yet, boss, I'll look for it."

As he spoke, he hurriedly rummaged through his pockets.

This windbreaker seemed to have a special design, with four pockets on the front and even more inside. Lu Mingfei saw him take out many strange things.

It looked like a train ticket stub, a bottle cap of an unknown wine, a starfish-like stone, a dehydrated dry leaf, a small bag of dust in a transparent package.

Lu Mingfei thought it was really interesting. In the eyes of most people, these things could only be regarded as garbage. Maybe they would never even take a look at them when they walked by the roadside. But looking at the cautious attitude of the high ponytail, it seemed that these things in the eyes of others were rags to him. A priceless treasure.

"Shall I exchange these?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, I can't give this."

"This is not possible either."

He muttered and tugged at his hair with his gloved hands in annoyance.

Lu Mingfei noticed that on a May day, this man covered himself tightly. Except for his face and neck, even his hands were wrapped in brown leather gloves that covered half of his forearms. What a weird person.

It's obviously just some junk that no one would pick up if it was thrown on the roadside. Why is it so difficult to choose?

Lu Mingfei thought.

Soon he also reacted.

He himself doesn't live in such a big palace, but he likes thatched houses.

Don't be too self-righteous.

Lu Mingfei said to himself.

High Ponytail picked them up one by one, turned them over in front of his eyes, frowned, shook his head, and put them back into his pocket one by one.

His clothes are also interesting. A lot of sundries can be packed in a short time without looking bulky. If someone wants to go wandering or travel, wearing this one will save trouble and there is no need to carry a suitcase.

In the end, as many as he took out, he put back as many as possible, but none of them were lost.

"Are you showing off your collection to me?"

"hey-hey."

The high ponytail smiled sheepishly.

The hand that subconsciously touched the back of his head hit the guitar case.

"Yes!"

He said.

"Let me sing you a song, boss."

Without waiting for Lu Mingfei to agree, the man quickly took off the box and opened it, then took out the guitar, put it on his lap, and threw the box at his feet.

"Is there anything you want to hear?"

Gao Ponytail came to see Lu Mingfei expectantly.

Lu Mingfei gave Ma Zha a seat for him, and heard a joyful thank you, and the words "The boss is such a good person, he will definitely live a long life."

"Request a song."

Lu Mingfei was thinking.

"Let's do what you're good at."

"okay!"

The high ponytail strummed the string twice, listened attentively, adjusted a few more keys, and then cleared his throat. Before he even sang, he was already smiling like a sunflower.

"It's just Katyusha. I wish the boss that all your wishes will come true and your business will be prosperous!"

This person also knows how to say auspicious words before singing, which is interesting.

As people were passing by, I saw a pretty girl here carrying a guitar that was bigger than him and wanted to sing. I didn't have anything urgent to do, so I slowed down and prepared to hear something strange.

There are also a lot of people selling music on Ziyang Street, but they mainly do so at night. It’s so hot during the day, and there aren’t as many people there as there are at night.

After a while, there was the melody of the guitar and the sonorous singing voice of the high ponytail.

It's hard to imagine that such a soft and warm voice can sing songs like Katyusha without any inconvenience.

The high ponytail has a special temperament. He is always smiling like the god Apollo in Greek mythology. Even when he frowns, he makes people feel cute. Unlike Lu Mingfei's calmness, he seems to have no regard for the suffering and suffering in this world. Keep the challenge in mind, and maybe when hardship comes, you will enthusiastically ask while holding the guitar.

"Want to listen to some music?"

The songs sung by such people naturally have the power to infect people.

"Katyusha stands on the beautiful shore, and her singing is like the bright spring light."

At some point, an old man in a camouflage vest stood still. His body, thin due to age, was straight and upright. He listened quietly to the singing of the high ponytail, and his withered lips were pursed as if they were cold. The bodies of my comrades left on the snow in the winter could not be taken away. Ergouzi was so tightly stuck to the snow that he could not pull it out. I still remember what the squad leader said at that time.

"Don't pull it out. If you pull it out again, your ankle will break."

The old man sniffed.

"He is singing about his beloved, and he also hides his lover's letters."

"Ah, this song, this girl's song, follow the bright sun and fly away!"

"Go to the soldiers on the distant frontier and convey Katyusha's greetings."

The high ponytail swayed slightly.

When he sings, he casts his gaze far, far away.

It seemed like I saw someone.

I sing it with a smile, but it makes me want to cry when I listen to it.

Several young men who stopped were silently wiping their tears.

The girl with them pulled her sleeves in confusion and asked softly what was wrong.

"Do you know what it means to lose a generation in a war?"

The man explained softly.

"If you lose the regular army, you will become a reserve force. If you lose the reserve force, you will become a Boy Scout."

"During the military parade in Red Square, they walked past the man and went down to the battlefield."

"Katyusha."

The man read softly again.

Some people are still teaching people about the background of this song.

"In that icy and snowy war, there was a lack of supplies and armaments. The enemy's armored tanks were in front, with home behind them, and there was no way to retreat."

"The soldiers sang Katyusha when they were resting, before going to bed, and when charging."

"They can't retreat."

"Only the beloved girl is left behind."

"How can I retreat?"

After the song was finished, there was silence, and the high ponytail strummed the strings silently. In the end, no one knew who was the first to applaud, and then the applause was overwhelming.

The old man came over and gave Gao Ponytail a serious military salute.

The tall ponytail stood up hurriedly and returned the greeting.

"Thank you."

The old man was in tears.

"Girl."

Gao Ponytail opened his mouth and smiled again.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

PS: Katyusha sounds really nice.