Tighten my broker

At the same time, Wei Ran was in a strange mood at Yanjing Railway Station.

The train was about to leave, but he lost his train ticket, along with his wallet. This was clearly a very irritating thing, but at the moment Wei Ran couldn't get angry at all.

On the contrary, he was still a little excited, but considering his current unlucky situation, Wei Ran restrained his involuntary urge to raise the corners of his mouth.

As a result, the entangled and dying expressions kept interlacing on his face like that, making people passing by around him subconsciously bypass him with weird eyes.

Squatting on the spot for a while, Wei Ran thought about it, and felt that he might not be able to make up the ticket now that he lost his wallet. Besides, even if he had money, he might not be able to buy a ticket. After all, it was the National Day holiday soon. It's already sold out.

So... he won't leave for a while?

No, no, the house has already been withdrawn, if you don’t leave, where do you live?Wei Ran shook his head self-consciously, and clasped his fingers secretly.

My landlord is so nice, can I go back and discuss it with him, maybe it will be done?Wei Ran thought again.

...But, even if you stay, what's the point?

Wei Ran's eyes dimmed again, but the dimness only appeared for a moment, and after the next second, Wei Ran's whole body rose again.

Who has no accidents in his life, and accidents sometimes mean opportunities.

Maybe his chance to make a comeback is at hand?

With this in mind, Wei Ran pushed his suitcase and rushed out of the train station with uncontrollable joy.

Anyway, it's not just once or twice that he is fooling around. He is a big man, so he won't starve himself to death for the time being.

After making up his mind, Wei Ran suddenly regained his energy, took a step, found the right direction and headed directly towards the subway station.

Anyway, let's go back first, maybe the landlord hasn't touched his things yet?

At the same time, Luo Yang, who was riding his own bicycle, had already found a place to sit down in the corridor of the subway station. Of course, he did not sit directly on the ground.

Although his ass was much better, it still hurt to touch it directly, and the ride was hard work.

It was also because of such a situation that he brought the pillow with a gaudy big red flower printed on it at home. Although that thing was not very beautiful, it couldn't bear the comfort, so it was honored from a pillow It turned into a cushion and completed another conversion of its own mission.

Taking out the guitar, Luo Yang adjusted the tuning again. Some passers-by had noticed his behavior and cast their gazes in his direction, which made him a little nervous.

To be honest, in the past, he had never experienced any occasions, even if there were concerts with tens of thousands of people, but this time he just sang in the corridor of a subway station, but he felt nervous.

After clearing his throat, his fingers rested lightly on the guitar strings, and different melodies kept appearing in his mind.

Some of the songs in this world are the same as in Luo Yang's memory, but at the same time, there are also many sudden appearances, with a bit of a strange flavor.

Choose a song that you are familiar with and that has appeared in this world.

Although Luo Yang can't just take other people's songs as his own, based on his own experience, he can sing that song in another style with just one instrument, the guitar. An adaptation.

I'm sorry, the poor Luo Yang can't contact the original author under the current situation, but fortunately the song he chose is an old song from a long time ago, so there is no need to worry that others will sue him for copyright infringement for the time being .

With a sly look in his eyes, Luo Yang plucked the strings.

A brisk chord sounded, and the notes echoed in this bright corridor.

At nine o'clock, I missed the busy morning rush hour. Although there are people in the subway station at this moment, there are not many.

Scattered eyes gathered around because of the brisk guitar sound, but not everyone has the leisure to stop and stop during the working day.

A casual glance, then leave.

Everyone has their own things to do, and sometimes this is the rush.

Luo Yang spoke slowly under this scattered scene, full of the lyrical flavor of the original song, but on top of the original basic lyrical flavor, he added his own youthful vitality and no hesitation.

"Life is short in a few autumns

Don't get drunk

where is my beauty in the east

To the west is the Yellow River..."

Completely change the gentleness of the climax of the chorus. Here in Luo Yang, this chorus is full of heart and wantonness.

Friends get together in twos and fives, with small dishes and wine in front of them, you have a glass and I have a glass, and then all the emotions are sublimated.

Someone dug out the guitar that had been played for a long time, and after familiarizing themselves with the tone a few times, they began to sing softly with emotion.

Between the toasts and cups, some people clapped their hands with joints, and some followed them casually with chopsticks. Parting and reunion seemed to be in it, and even the surrounding atmosphere became restless and jubilant.

The number of people who stopped around gradually increased, but they stood far away, just stopping to listen.

Luo Yang didn't care, he just put more effort into his emotions and sang a song when he came to this world.

The very emotional singing echoed in the slightly dark underground corridor.

"Life is short in a few autumns

Don't get drunk

where is my beauty in the east

west side yellow river

Come on, have a drink

Don't get drunk

Don't worry about worrying..."

Maybe the current life is always a lot of miscellaneous things, maybe it seems that everything in life is secretly against you.

At work, you will complain about the harshness and strictness of the bald boss. At home, you will complain about the inconsideration of your wife or husband, and you will even dislike the children at home and not let yourself relax, but... Isn’t this what life is all about?

When the holidays come, you can relax with friends, take your wife and children out for a stroll, and listen to the other party discussing with you what they have encountered. It makes you lean forward and backward and cannot be yourself.

It is precisely because of being busy that leisure time becomes more and more meaningful.

Luo Yang has a deep understanding of this point.

At the same time, based on such a foundation, Luo Yang couldn't help but start boasting, thinking that he would definitely be a good husband and a dedicated father in the future.

When a song ended, there were not many people around, and no one put it in Luo Yang's guitar bag... It was just a few soft ding dongs.

A young man in a denim jacket squatted in front of him, with a black suitcase staying beside him.

Luo Yang stared blankly at the other party.

But the other party was obviously nervous, expressing his feelings on his own.

"The singing is very good. It has, um, a positive flavor of life, and it also has some emotions and nostalgia for old friends getting together. It is very touching."

As he said that, the young man seemed to feel that what he said was a little embarrassing, so he scratched his hair and laughed twice with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I really have no literary talents, and I really can't give a good evaluation."

Under the dim light, a pair of long and narrow eyes like a fox are shining brightly.