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Chapter 514 Destined person. (Seek recommendation ticket for subscription)
"This old-fashioned old man, tell the truth, how can I find so many people." Cao Wei was a little annoyed.

I looked around.

Pedestrians come and go in a hurry.

Instead, there are a few street performers.

"Could it be among this group of people?" Cao Wei felt it was possible.

After all, the person Zhugeji said is here.

Then [-]% are permanent staff.

The probability of being a passerby should not be high.

But it cannot be said that there is no possibility of being a passerby.

"It's difficult." The more Cao Wei thought about it, the more confused he became.

He also took the initiative to walk towards a street performer.

This entertainer puts singing guys on the street.

A microphone, a speaker next to it, and an electric guitar.

When Cao Wei approached, there were many people around him.

The vagabond singer in the center is a young man in his early twenties.

Holding the microphone, he is singing hard.

The music is dry.

Coupled with the voice of a young man like a small steel cannon, it sounds very exciting.

Of course, Cao Wei still remembered what he was here for.

Feeling that the young man's age did not match his predestined relationship, he moved on to the next street performer.

Compared with the previous one, this person's configuration is several grades worse.

There is only one matouqin.

This matouqin is a Mongolian folk stringed instrument.

It is called "Chaoer" in Mongolian.

The body of the piano is made of wood, about one meter long, with two strings. The resonance box is trapezoidal.

It is said that in ancient times, in memory of a pony, a shepherd took its leg bones as pillars, skulls as barrels, and tail hairs as bow strings to make a two-stringed harp, and carved a horse head on the top of the handle according to the shape of a pony. It is named after Matouqin.

It is also because the volume of the matouqin is relatively weak.

Great for playing sad music.

It's as if Cao Wei's song "Lonely" incorporated a lot of matouqin harmony.

It makes people feel more like the earth is only me.

"Are you Cao Wei?" Cao Wei was lamenting the history of the matouqin when the street performer in front of him suddenly stood up.

Cao Wei was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "You know me?"

"Of course I do. I like your lonely song very much, especially the part where the matouqin harmony is used, which makes me fascinated." The vagabond singer looked ecstatic.

Cao Wei feels that things are not that exaggerated.

But after all, they are their fans.

I had no choice but to put on a forced smile and asked, "Are you Asian?"

"Yes, I am Mongolian, but I can also speak Chinese." The vagabond singer said excitedly.

Cao Wei said "oh", when he really planned to say goodbye.

suddenly thought of something

Looking up and down at the wandering artist, he asked, "Have you graduated from college? Have you ever attended any prestigious school?"

"Eh..." The street singer didn't know what Cao Wei meant.

But seeing that the idol is so interested in him, he still replied truthfully: "Actually, I graduated from a certain university, and I am still studying abroad. It just so happened that the holiday was about to come out, so I came out to sell my craft."

"Alas..." Cao Wei sighed.

I thought this was my predestined relationship.

Looking at his background now, it seems that the word "Yuan Yuan" has nothing to do with it.

"What do you mean?" The street singer saw Cao Wei sigh and didn't know what he meant.

Cao Wei said: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm looking for a brother who I have lost for many years. After asking for a long time, I found out that he is nearby, but he is not a college student, nor is he an international student."

"So that's the case." The street singer nodded.

"Are you going to sing or not? I've been waiting here for a long time." Someone's voice sounded impatient.

The street singer turned to look at the man.

The man was dressed in rags.

He holds a broken bowl in his left hand.

Holding a toothpick in his right hand, he is baring his teeth.

"The old beggar came every day and didn't pay any money. He still wanted me to sing for you. What was he thinking?" The street singer also responded impatiently.

The beggar was immediately upset when he heard this.

Pointing to the street singer's nose and cursing: "I listen to your song to save face, if it wasn't for the fact that you still have some skills, I wouldn't even bother to come."

"Hey, you beggar, you dare to pretend to be a master here, you really think I'm easy to bully, don't you?" The street singer rolled up his sleeves.

Beggars are also a little scared.

After all, this foreign student from Mongolia is very strong and strong.

"You wait for me, sooner or later, I will make you regret it."

"Go away!" the street singer shouted impatiently.

At this time, Cao Wei looked at the beggar pitifully, and said, "Sir, if you don't mind, can I play a Matouqin for you?"

"You?" The beggar was obviously very picky.

Seeing this, the street singer said unhappily: "Mr. Cao, don't pay attention to him, he is just a rascal, there is no need to play for him."

Cao Wei smiled and said: "Young man, we don't distinguish between high and low. As long as we can talk about a few words when we meet, it is fate. It seems that if we can meet today in this place where people come and go, it means that we have a relationship. The identities between each other create distance."

"Little brother is right, just rely on your words, I will listen." The beggar had an expression on his face that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.

It seems that the music that Cao Wei and others will play will be so ugly.

Seeing what Cao Wei said, the street singer also put away his stubborn temper.

He said slightly kindly: "I understand, I also ask Mr. Cao for advice."

"Then shall I borrow your matouqin first?" Cao Wei walked over.

The vagabond singer nodded to indicate yes.

Cao Wei took a few steps to the Matouqin.

Squat down and spread your legs.

Sit on a small bench and start playing the matouqin like a Mongolian.

The track is "Anhe Bridge".

It is different from the suona version played before.

This time the tone was sadder.

There is a feeling of reluctance in the heart when seeing off relatives before parting.

…After a few minutes, a track ends.

Surrounded by a group of people inexplicably.

Some people even threw money at Cao Wei.

Cao Wei was taken aback.

The beggars nearby were also a little moved.

Said: "Young man, you are really good at playing the matouqin."

Cao Wei was not complacent about it.

Instead, he showed a very calm expression and said: "It's just a piece of music. It's best if it can bring happiness to the world, but if it's sadness, then I, Cao Wei, are a sinner and I don't deserve to play music anymore."

"Young people, you are wrong. The true meaning of music is not only happiness, but the performer's heart to play, through music to stimulate the listener's true temperament, to find what they buried in their hearts, and usually dare not show it true feelings." said the beggar.

Cao Wei seemed to have an epiphany.

When looking at the beggar, he opened his mouth and asked, "Have you been to college?"

"I never even went to school, let alone university." The beggar laughed at himself.

Cao Wei seemed to grasp some hope, and asked, "Are you often in this area?"

"It is often, what do you want to do? I don't sell my art or my body." The beggar looked at Cao Wei vigilantly.

Although he has no money or talent.

Looks a bit clown too.

But it is a virgin.

For fear of being missed.

"It's you, that's right." Cao Wei stood up excitedly and walked over.

The beggar backed away again and again.

"Don't come here. Although I have no money, I am also protected by the law. If you have unreasonable thoughts about me, be careful that I will call the police and arrest you."

"What's your name, sir?" Cao Wei asked.

"My surname is Pang and my name is Chu." The beggar stepped back a few steps and preached.

Cao Wei chanted the name in his mouth.

How to say how smooth.

I have already decided in my heart that this is my predestined person.

Just when he was about to invite him to join his fellow workers.

Pang Chu has disappeared.

I don't know where I ran to.

"Pang Chu, you can't escape from my palm." Cao Wei smiled wickedly.

Looking around, there was no trace of Pang Chu.

But Cao Wei didn't panic and whistled.

A puppy ran to Cao Wei's side, stuck out its tongue, and waited for Cao Wei's order.

(End of this chapter)