Rebirth of the super healer

Chapter 117 Tearing the Night (Ten Updates)
"Dad, Mom, don't worry, it will be fine."

Zhang Xuanchen came forward to comfort him.

I saw my son coming.

Only then did Liu Yuxin cheer up and say:
"Hey, I'm just whining.

This doesn't work, let's go do something else.

Anyway, it is impossible to starve to death. "

"Our barbecue restaurant is famous on this street for its delicious taste and fresh ingredients.

Isn't the opposite just a little more decoration, and invited a singer...

The last time I ate at his house, the meat was going bad.

It's all about seasoning and a crazy sprinkling of salt to cover up the taste.

What a crime! "

Zhang Ao said unconvinced.

Thinking that it will be a long time before Bai Jingqi can come.

Zhang Xuanchen said with a smile:
"Papa, don't worry.

They have singers, so do we! "

"Ok?"

Liu Yuxin looked at Zhang Xuanchen and said helplessly:
"We don't have the money to hire singers!"

"No money!
Isn't this far away from the horizon? "

Zhang Xuanchen said with a smile.

Anyway, as long as Bai Jingqi comes, everything can be solved.

Simply, help the parents relieve their frustration first, and make the two elders happy.

"You're not talking about...you?"

Zhang Ao said speechlessly:

"Xiao Fan, you have been tone deaf since you were a child.

I didn't take music lessons a few times.

If you open your voice, I'm afraid no one will want to come. "

Zhang Xuanchen almost fell to the ground.

How much you look down on your son!
Although his current cultivation is still very low.

Adjusting the timbre and changing the voice, which is such a garbage to no more garbage magic, is simply as easy as pie!

and.

Zhang Xuanchen has countless "original songs" brought from the earth!

as long as he wants.

It is no problem to become the top singer in the world every minute.

It's just that Zhang Xuanchen didn't want to be that.

"You wait!"

talking.

Zhang Xuanchen ran to the music bar next door, which was also not doing very well, and asked the boss to explain the situation.

The owner of the music bar knew Zhang Xuanchen's parents.

I know that the old couple are very kind-hearted, and they are very conscientious in doing business.

So I didn't even think about it.

He lent Zhang Xuanchen his best guitar.

quickly.

Zhang Xuanchen came to the front of the barbecue stall.

The dim light just shrouded him in it, like a beam of light cast on the stage.

After trying to tune a few chords.

A few migrant workers who came to Shanglin Street for dinner stopped with great interest, wanting to see what kind of songs this young student could sing.

"Hello, hello, brothers and sisters.

I am the singer invited by Zhuangyuan BBQ Restaurant.

If sung well.

Please come to the store to have some barbecue, it's an encouragement to me, is that okay? "

Zhang Xuanchen said.

Liu Yuxin covered her face with her hands, looking ashamed.

Doesn't she know what her son looks like?
And sing to attract guests...

It would be nice not to sing away the guests who were supposed to come!

But Liu Yuxin did not stop Zhang Xuanchen.

After his son was kicked out by the family, he was rarely so happy.

Do whatever you want!
Anyway, there is no business, so it is better to let him live happily.

But many people eating at the barbecue bar opposite showed disdainful expressions.

These days, everyone comes out to sell and sing. "

"No matter how good the singing is, can it be as good as the original singing?"

"That's right! With the money for you, it would be nice for me to go to the concert!"

"Hey, I just like to listen to people singing for free, without giving money!"

"This kid looks like a high school student. He still dares to learn how to sing at a young age. This time, I will let you know the hardships of society."

"That's right, after he finishes singing in a while, let's boo and piss this kid off!"

Several drunk guys are ready to mock Zhang Xuanchen.

Gently strum the chord.

Zhang Xuanchen's memory is full of memories, recalling his last life, the days when his parents had just died and he had not yet been exposed to the world of cultivation.

At that time, he can be said to have suffered a lot.

Sleep in the bridge hole every day.

Waking up early in the morning, I have to pick up those jobs that only cost a few tens of dollars a day.

It's been like that for more than a year!

Zhang Xuanchen's energy was almost worn out.

Look at the many migrant workers who are similar to my previous life.

Zhang Xuanchen swept the guitar and sang slowly:
"I tore a page from my dream

I don't know how to write tomorrow

Who is the cold street and the cold lamp shining on?

a night of rain

how to give your tenderness

The cold wind blows non-stop..."

This song.

It was sung by a man named Adu on Earth.

The creative inspiration comes from Adu's early experience. Before entering the music scene, Adu worked as a construction worker for 7 years. During this period, he experienced a lot of bitterness. This song is about the real survival problem of an ordinary worker.

When Zhang Xuanchen's singing came out.

Liu Yuxin raised her head in astonishment.

Looking at Zhang Xuanchen as if he had seen a ghost.

This……

Is this really his tone-deaf son?

This voice...how could it be so magnetic?
The owner of the bar was also stunned!

Before, he thought that Zhang Xuanchen was just playing for a while, and borrowed his guitar to play casually.

Unexpectedly, he could actually play and sing such a touching and beautiful song!
With Zhang Xuanchen's singing, the sad artistic conception penetrated into people's hearts, like thick black ink spreading on the whitest rice paper, no one can stop the most profound rendering, because it goes straight to people's hearts.

People who were eating stopped their chopsticks one after another to watch the boy's performance.

People who were still walking on the road were also attracted by this song.

"The man under the flyover
留下 等待 工作 电话 号码

I want to ask him how many people call him
随手 放开 电话 上

那 本 指引 迷途 的 密码
My future is still unanswered..."

When the lyrics came out.

Many migrant workers feel a sore nose.

They remembered the days when they waited for work under the overpass.

On the plain face, there was only fatigue.

Holding a sign, I hope the employer will ask me to go to work.

Write down the phone number waiting to work.

Chances are no one calls a few times a year.

Sometimes, I can't wait for work for a few days, so I can only sleep under the overpass, eat steamed buns and pickles, and barely survive.

Life can never see hope.

When I woke up early in the morning, I felt that my heart was in a panic, but I had to compete with others for the opportunity to work.

that confusion...

How can someone who has no experience understand?
"The old telephone tore a page

who is my friend left
A cold heart, a cold dream is choking

Two people tore up the night

No matter how tight you hug me, you can't sleep
Cold your cold tears wet the night..."

Swish!
When the lyrics came out.

The tear ducts of all migrant workers have collapsed.

Tears welled up involuntarily.

It was an involuntary act, a purely heartfelt emotion.

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