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Zhang Xiaojian's singing is almost perfect.

Especially from a professional point of view, perfect is like a sophisticated machine, no matter the low, mid and high pitches, or true and false tones, in short, it can perfectly interpret any song.

To say that his only weakness is that he may not be particularly involved in the context of the song while moving himself while singing, but this is enough to shock everyone.

A song "The Girl Said to Me" was described by Zhang Xiaojian, because the technique is nearly perfect, and the feelings are not so devoted, but it has a special flavor. It sounds more comfortable and tasteful than the original version, and has a feeling of recollection , And a sense of relief.

Halfway through the singing, more and more people around me began to stand still and began to surround themselves. Even the young people who could hear the singing across the street rushed over. This is the charm of singing and the charm of music.

At the end of the song, Zhang Xiaojian put down the microphone.

There was no applause from the audience for a long time, and it seemed that they were still intoxicated by the singing just now.

The eyes of the Beijing film girl who looked down on Zhang Xiaojian the most before turned red. She seemed to think of her predecessor, scanned the QR code and gave a hundred yuan.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaojian immediately said: "Don't tell me, just now friends were joking, don't really pay..."

But the girl gave the money to explain one thing. After listening to Zhang Xiaojian's singing, she started to love Zhang Xiaojian instead of...Zhong Lingshuai, who really sang badly.

Zhong Lingshuai felt a pain for a while, but after listening to this song, he felt that he was indeed a thousand miles away...

I hated the few girls standing in the front for a while, narcissistically thinking that I really need to wear a mask when I go out, otherwise these girls really dare to fool themselves...

As soon as Zhang Xiaojian's voice fell, the audience who had just heard his singing seemed to wake up, applauded and screamed, and the atmosphere was so good that it exploded.

Someone shouted: "One more song."

Some people threw change into the broken guitar bag, which was a little different from Zhong Lingshuai. It was not five yuan a piece, it was ten yuan and twenty yuan, and some even threw a hundred yuan bill.

DìDū people don’t need money...

But Zhang Xiaojian, who was acting for the first time, still felt that the money came too easily.

Zhong Lingshuai, who was already so poor that he couldn't solve the poison, and couldn't eat too much food, saw Qian's eyes open, and immediately said to Zhang Xiaojian: "What else do you want, do you want to come again?"

Although Zhong Lingshuai is very handsome.

But the expression and appearance at this time are not different from the dog licking...

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know what he had gone through, and why he fell to the point of selling singing on the street.

But knowing that he must be short of money now, his eyeballs have gone out of the money in the guitar bag.

Anyway, he just said, "Yes, what do you play?"

Zhong Lingshuai immediately took out a huge book of guitar songs that seemed to be flooded from under the stool: "I can do it."

Zhang Xiaojian flipped through and ordered two random songs he would know, along with Zhong Lingshuai's guitar songs, and the audience applauded.

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Not to mention, although Zhong Lingshuai's singing is not very good, he does play the guitar well.

Accompanied by Zhang Xiaojian's singing, the two of them sat at the door of this underground passage. They looked stern and professional.

What is even more attractive is the handsome face of Zhong Lingshuai and the handsome face of Zhang Xiaojian that is not as handsome as him, but releases talented light.

A group of students came from nowhere, and saw that these two handsome guys were unable to walk. They had an idiot attack. Not only did they take pictures with their mobile phones, they were also drunk in the music.

Zhang Xiaojian's second song is an old song "You at the same table".

Compared with the two unwelcome faces of Old Wolf and Xiaosong,

The singing tells the youth and beauty of the student days.

I don't know if Zhang Xiaojian sang so well, or if the story in the song evoked people's memories, there were some girls with red eyes and tears.

An aunt could not help sobbing at the end of the song. There was no screaming in applause. Everyone seemed to feel the story power in Zhang Xiaojian's song.

Then... another successful wave of begging.

Many people throw out the change in their pockets.

There are also many people scanning the QR code with their mobile phones.

Not to mention, watching this scene, Zhang Xiaojian still had a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

There were no more than dozens of people at the scene, but almost a hundred onlookers, which meant that it was impenetrable.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know if he would attract the urban management team if he continued to sing like this, but it really meant that the underground passage entrance was already blocked.

"Would you like to go?"

After singing for several days, Zhong Lingshuai shook his head immediately before Zhang Xiaojian made two songs and made more money. There was a look of prayer in his eyes, and his name was changed and he shouted: "Brother, I want to have two more songs this month. I rely on you."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

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The urban management team did not come.

Sing from three in the afternoon to six in the evening.

The entrance to the underground passage, which was not originally lively, was overcrowded, and it meant some small concerts.

Uncountable number of girls even turned on the mobile phone flashlight when it was dark, and they shook together with Zhang Xiaojian's singing. The atmosphere was excellent.

It's just that Zhang Xiaojian is hungry, and finally said into the microphone: "That's it for today, thank you everyone for joining us..."

A girl yelled: "Handsome guy, are you still coming tomorrow."

Zhong Lingshuai immediately replied: "Come on." Then he turned his head, thinking about how to pull Zhang Xiaojian and sing with him tomorrow.

It's just that this matter is just a taste for Zhang Xiaojian, and he replied: "We have a chance to see you again."

With that, he threw the microphone to Zhong Lingshuai.

Zhong Lingshuai immediately cleaned up, especially when he zipped the guitar bag that was not full, but there were indeed many guitar bags, his tears almost squeezed out, wondering if he was thinking of his banquet and sleeping in the past few days.

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Say goodbye to the audience and leave the underground passage entrance.

Walking on the streets of DìDū, where the autumn is full, Zhong Lingshuai carried his guitar on his back and carried his mobile speaker. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said: "Brother Xiaojian, I think you and I are a perfect match. As long as you form a combination, there will be Chance of fire."

Zhang Xiaojian said as he walked: "Don't fool me, I will accompany you to beg."

"Uh, how can this be called begging, this is called eating by ability..."

"That also depends on my ability and not yours."

Zhong Lingshuai solemnly said: "No, don't you think Brother Xiaojian, my guitar matches your singing very well?"

"It goes well with chocolate on a rainy day?"

Zhong Lingshuai said: "It's more worthy than that, you listen to me, the scene just now proved how popular we are. In the future, I will make a vase and you will be the lead singer. Our beauty and strength will not sweep the entertainment circle. ...I think it's good. We have to do a wave of marketing on Douyin first. I told you that the modern brothers came out like this. With our looks, it is estimated that we will be even more popular than them."

Just as Zhang Xiaojian wanted to speak, Zhong Lingshuai said again: "At that time, a lot of record companies are crying and rushing to sign us. A group of girls are crying and wanting to marry us. Think about this beautiful day. ?"

Zhang Xiaojian wanted to refute again.

Zhong Lingshuai waved his hand: "Besides, I don't know what your job is. I will tell you in a low voice that I have made thousands of kung fu by selling singing just now. We also made a lot of money by doing this full-time job in January. Make five, and we will get half of the income from each of us in the future. What do you think."

Zhang Xiaojian was held back and uncomfortable, and said one word: "I..."

Zhong Lingshuai immediately interrupted again: "Brother Xiaojian, don't refuse me, touch your conscience, and then look at this."

As he said, he took out the front zipper of the guitar bag, and the money in it was red and green. Zhong Lingshuai said two or eight hundred: "Think about it."

Zhang Xiaojian didn’t know why in the eyes of Zhong Lingshuai, he would give up working in business class for two or three thousand dollars a day. It is estimated that he hasn't gotten a job when he is poor recently, so he can't catch his life-saving straw. He got strong and lost his reason.

Of course Zhang Xiaojian would not agree, and he really made him interrupted before, and said seriously: "Xiaoshuai, I have a showdown, I will not pretend, I am worth hundreds of millions of billions, and his entertainment company is involved in the record film and television industry, you say me How can I be considered as one of the bosses of the entertainment industry. I would be too embarrassed to sing with you if the staff finds it out? Not to mention two to three thousand a day, two to three hundred thousand a day.

Zhong Lingshuai didn't expect Zhang Xiaojian to be so bragging, and the tone was too familiar, so he said: "Brother Xiaojian, I have a showdown too. I won't pretend it. Next is the blood of the royal family of Dubai. So handsome? It’s just a little bit of difficulty in China, if you are willing to fund a few million back to Dubai, I will return it ten times..."