"Ba,ba,ba..."

Tang Yao applauded and praised sincerely, "You sang really well."

"Thank you." Roger responded politely, put down his guitar and wiped his sweat, and asked.

"Do you want to order songs? For two hundred yuan, you can order four songs. If I can't sing it, I will refund you the money."

"No, I will be rewarded for listening to music for two hundred yuan here." Tang Yao said.

He also discovered that the singer's body was incomplete and there were two crutches on the ground. In this case, he could face life with an optimistic attitude and sing his singing so unique. He was truly impressed.

Lin Jingyu, sitting on the small stool, stood up again and bowed to him. Roger looked at her, smiled, turned to Tang Yao and said again, "Thank you."

"Is she your girlfriend?" Tang Yao asked curiously.

"Yes." Roger paused with sweet smile, afraid that this generous listener would misunderstand something, and explained again

"Jingyu's throat has some problems and she can't speak."

Tang Yao suddenly realized that when he looked at her again, the girl did not feel any sadness or loss because of her misfortune. Instead, Nian nodded slightly to him with a smile.

In the live broadcast room, someone accused Tang Yao of poking someone else's pain.

Of course, he didn't know.

Tang Yao paid another 200 yuan and bent down and put it in the guitar box. In order to avoid being misunderstood that he was pitying them, he explained

"I actually want to borrow your guitar and microphone, and use it here for no more than ten minutes. I don't know if it's OK."

Roger was very happy to have four hundred yuan in just a short time. However, the guitar was his most expensive thing, and hesitated whether to lend it out. He looked at his girlfriend, and Lin Jingyu nodded to him with a clean look, and then he smiled,

"Of course there is no problem."

"Thanks."

"By the way, your surname is?"

"I don't have the surname Luo, Roger. This is my girlfriend, Lin Jingyu."

Tang Yao walked over and took the guitar. The shooting equipment that was set up in front was facing his face. However, because he was wearing a mask, no one recognized him.

He sat down casually on the curb beside him, holding the guitar in a professional position, chatting with Roger, "Do you come out to sing every day?"

"Yes." Roger said easily, "It's hard to find a suitable job without culture and physical problems. It's good to come here to sing and be able to maintain a normal life every day."

“Do you like singing?”

"Of course I like it." Roger nodded without hesitation.

Tang Yao tried the sound and took off his mask at this time.

Because of some backlighting, Roger did not recognize him, but felt that this person seemed familiar.

There were dozens of people in the live broadcast room, but some people saw the clues.

"This person looks a bit like Tang Yao..."

"You said that, it really looks like it."

“The sound and body shape are quite similar.”

"I'm going, it's not really him, right?"

"It probably won't be possible. After all, he is a celebrity, so how could he be so unqualified?"

Roger did not pay attention to the content on the barrage. Because he saw Tang Yao's actions, he was attracted for a while. As a singing enthusiast, he immediately realized Tang Yao's professionalism.

Tang Yao raised his head, looked at Roger, then turned his head to look at Lin Jingyu, smiled, and said, "I'll sing a song for you too."

Lin Jingyu and Roger's eyes fell on him, as if they were confused.

The live broadcast room had already recognized Tang Yao's head just now. For a moment, the barrage began to scroll on the screen quickly. The popularity of the live broadcast room also increased due to everyone's activity, and soon many people were pouring in.

Unfortunately, there is no horse-headed fiddle.

Tang Yao used the sound of guitar to replace the sound of drums, starting the prelude.

In an instant, it was like an electric current coming straight from the soles of the feet to the top of the head! Everyone got goose bumps all over and looked at him intently.

“Let me see you again, from south to north.

It's like blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road.

...

The girl holding the box and the man wiping the sweat.

I know those summers cannot come back like youth.

It can only be a matter of replacing dreams.

…”

The singing is low and emotional, and under the amplification of the microphone, the sound is very far away.

Someone quickly surrounded the square, surrounded by a whole circle. Some people who recognized Tang Yao had taken out their cell phones to shoot this scene. But everyone tacitly made no other sounds, and listened quietly to him singing.

“Let me taste another bite of autumn wine.

It will not last long.

Let me listen again, the most beautiful sentence.

You are back home, I'm waiting for you.

…”

After opening up all-in-one (strong) and infectious (strong), all the emotions contained in a song are conveyed to the ears of the listeners.

The slightly decadent words, the sadness in the lyrics, the low and hoarse voice, the pure guitar and the simple melody are all immersed in it, and the eyes are easily wet.

“There are so many regrets in this world every day.

So hello goodbye.”

The last sentence fell, and the guitar sound did not stop. The last trace of emotion turned into notes and flowed into the hearts of the listeners.

"The mission is completed and you will get a chance to draw!"

"Check-in mission: Sing "Chiling" in any occasion with more than 5,000 viewers. Mission reward: unlock any five songs."

The mission reward is not a lottery! Tang Yao was a little surprised and silently said in his heart:

"lottery!"

"In the lottery... I won the song "Exploring Qingshui River""

"Thank you for your guitar." Tang Yao looked at Roger who was already stunned and stood up and handed over the guitar in his hand.

Looking at Lin Jingyu again, she was still holding the box and sitting quietly, but the two tears on her face were particularly clear.

It is a very painful thing to not express emotions in words.

The people around were all young men and women. At this time, they gradually walked out of the song's emotions, wiped away their tears, and clapped their hands. Other voices on the scene were covered up. The audience was all looking at Tang Yao with burning eyes.

I don’t know when it was in the live broadcast room, but it had changed from dozens of people to tens of thousands of people. Various gift special effects and barrage completely blocked the screen.

"It's all gone, beware of safety accidents. Or you still want to listen to music. This guy named Roger also sang very well. You can support me."

"Teacher Tang, can you take a photo with us?" A girl in the crowd shouted loudly.

Tang Yao nodded. He naturally would not reject these people who like him, saying, "Of course, everyone should pay attention to order. I will take a photo together."

Everyone was immediately surprised, but there was no chaos. They automatically stood in three rows in an orderly manner. Dozens of people quickly completed the queue as if they had been trained, and squatted down at the front two rows.

"I'll take a photo, Jingyu, you go over and take a photo with Teacher Tang." Roger volunteered to pick up the crutch on the ground, and was about to get up and take out his cell phone.

"Come here together." Tang Yao smiled and pulled him and Lin Jingyu to the front. Lin Jingyu and Roger were still sitting on their stools, in the front row, blushing a little.

Tang Yao took out his cell phone, put it on the live camera, adjusted the angle and shouted.

"Please take a photo in ten seconds and show a smile!"

He ran over, squatted beside Roger and Lin Jingyu, smiling.

"Three, two, one, eggplant!"

The screen is frozen.

Tang Yao looked at the photo with satisfaction.

"Let's build a group face to face, and I'll post the photos in the group."
Chapter completed!