It was late at night. Although the streets were brightly lit, the cold wind was still howling, making people flustered and flustered.
The car was relatively warm. Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang sat in the back seat, waiting for Yang Yi. However, they didn't know when it started, but the two of them seemed a little awkward alone.
"Cough, this, sister Ding Xiang! That singing man, do you know him? "Guo Ziyi suddenly asked, breaking the stiff atmosphere a little.
"En, I used to work here and heard him sing a lot of songs." Ding Xiang nodded, "Later, he and his girlfriend also came to brother Yang's shop, so we can be considered to know each other."
"Oh, I thought it was a boy you like, haha, he actually has a girlfriend!" Guo Ziyi said with a smile, he also elbowed Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang was stunned for a moment, angrily pushed Guo Ziyi away, "Go go go, don't touch me, what are you guessing about? His girlfriend is our school's counselor. "
While they were joking around, suddenly, the car door was opened and Yang Yi got in from the driver's seat.
"Brother Yang, is everything settled?" Guo Ziyi curiously asked.
"En, it's settled." Yang Yi nodded, he raised his hand to look at his watch, he didn't rush to start the car, but turned his head to look at the bar's entrance.
"That, that Lin Mu 'an, brother Yang, did you save him?"
Yang Yi glanced at him through the rearview mirror, lightly said: "Don't worry, no one will make things difficult for him."
"Brother Yang, why aren't we leaving?" Ding Xiang asked puzzledly.
"Because you don't know how to drive, brother Yang and I both drank, you can't drive after drinking, have you heard of this before?" Guo Ziyi teased Ding Xiang.
"Ah? Then what should we do? "Ding Xiang looked at Guo Ziyi foolishly.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, I just drank a little, it's not a problem. I'm waiting for someone now. I'll leave in a while! " Yang Yi was still looking at the door of the bar and said without turning his head, "But, Ding Xiang, you need to learn how to drive. If you can come back during the Spring Festival, I'll sign you up for a class. You can also help me if I need you to drive in the future."
"Alright …" Ding Xiang nodded absentmindedly.
"What class? Why don't I teach her? "Guo Ziyi grinned.
"Who needs you to teach me …"
…
This day was really cold!
When Lin Mu 'an came out of the bar, he couldn't help but wrap his windbreaker around himself. However, the cold wind of the night kept pouring into his neck, making him as cold as his heart.
He turned around and glanced at the bar where loud music was coming from. His eyes darkened, but he still carried his guitar and walked back.
An empty taxi slowly drove past him. In order to attract customers, the taxi honked at him.
Lin Mu 'an's heart was moved. However, he gently patted the few hundred yuan that he just put in his pocket. After hesitating for a moment, he still continued to walk forward. After walking two more streets, he would be able to take the bus home directly.
Not long after, another honk sounded. However, it was no longer a taxi, but a muscular pickup truck.
While Lin Mu 'an was in a daze, the car window was rolled down. A familiar face appeared in front of him, "Home? Where do you live? "
Lin Mu 'an said blankly, "University town …"
"That's on the way! Get in! I'll give you a ride! "Yang Yi smiled," Hey, wait a minute, do you know how to drive? "
"Yes, I do …"
After a while, Lin Mu 'an sat in the driver's seat and slowly started the car. Yang Yi sat in the passenger's seat, leisurely enjoying himself. Guo Ziyi and Ding Xiang looked at them curiously from behind.
"Boss, thank you for saving me in the bar just now!" Lin Mu 'an still didn't know Yang Yi's name, so he said softly.
"It's nothing." Yang Yi casually brushed past the previous incident, "Oh, right. After that, did that Boss Lei from your bar make things difficult for you?"
"No, Brother Lei still takes good care of me." Lin Mu 'an smiled bitterly, "However, after thinking for a long time, I decided not to implicate Brother Lei, so I decided to resign. Boss, please don't blame Brother Lei."
Yang Yi glanced at Lin Mu 'an. He knew that he was lying, but Yang Yi didn't say anything.
However, Guo Ziyi asked curiously, "Then why did you sing Cantonese songs? I saw you sing a few! "
"I heard that the boss likes to listen to Cantonese songs, so he was invited to sing," Ding Xiang said softly.
Lin Mu 'an looked curiously at Ding Xiang through the rearview mirror. He didn't recognize Ding Xiang, so he explained, "There are two reasons. On one hand, it's like what this girl said. On the other hand, I like Cantonese songs because I'm from Cantonese Province. I've listened to and learned more of these songs since I was young."
"The Cantonese song market is in Cantonese Province, in Harbor City. Wouldn't it be better for you to go back to your hometown?" Guo Ziyi asked, puzzled.
"When I graduated, I did want to go back to my hometown, but my girlfriend stayed in school to be a counselor, so I stayed in Jiangcheng to be with her," Lin Mu 'an said.
Yang Yi appreciated Lin Mu 'an's words, so he asked, "Your voice is not bad in all aspects. Why don't you try some record companies or management companies?"
"I tried many times, but I didn't succeed. Maybe it's because I only know how to sing Cantonese songs?" Lin Mu 'an said with a bitter smile. He still had music dreams, but he hit too many walls.
"What do you mean you only know how to sing Cantonese songs? It's not like you don't know how to speak Mandarin! "Yang Yi frowned.
"No, I mean, I'm best at singing Cantonese songs, so during the audition, I basically sang Cantonese songs. I'm sorry, my mouth is not good, so I can't speak clearly, "Lin Mu 'an said with some embarrassment.
"They eliminated you because you sang Cantonese songs?" Guo Ziyi didn't believe it.
"Maybe … because I told them that I only want to sing Cantonese songs …" Lin Mu 'an said hesitantly, "They asked me to sing Mandarin songs, and I can sing them, but I don't like them saying that I can only sing Mandarin songs in the future, so I don't want to sing for them."
He was really a straightforward boy. Because he didn't want to give up on Cantonese songs, he didn't want to show others his ability in Mandarin songs …
"Ai, why are you so obsessed with Cantonese songs?" Guo Ziyi asked.
"Because it's really good. Don't look at how the Cantonese song market is no longer comparable to the Mandarin song market, but it once created a glory that Mandarin songs couldn't match. It can even be said that it was the glory of our nation and country. I think that when everyone sings Mandarin songs, some people still need to persist. We can't let it continue to decline!"
Lin Mu 'an felt that he was too extreme, so he quickly explained, "I'm not saying that I have to sing Cantonese songs. I also like Mandarin songs, but I don't want to give up on Cantonese songs. It's best if I can take care of both. I can also contribute a little to promote Cantonese songs."
"I understand. You mean to sing Mandarin songs, but it's best to have a few Cantonese songs in the record! I think it's okay. I also like to listen to Cantonese songs. "Guo Ziyi nodded.
"Yes, but I've been to Jiangcheng, and I've even been to Shanghai. I feel that everyone has some prejudice against Cantonese songs." Lin Mu 'an sighed.
"That's because they don't understand, so they don't want to listen." Guo Ziyi hit the nail on the head.
He still seriously suggested to Lin Mu 'an, "I think that you still have to persist with your music dream. If the record company is biased against your ideas, then you can participate in some competitions and achieve some results. Then you can go back and talk to them!"
"How can he persist with his dream? He doesn't have a job now. Is he going to rely on his girlfriend to support him? "Yang Yi suddenly interrupted.
Lin Mu 'an was sad. He didn't know what to say.
Guo Ziyi scratched his head. As a young master, he didn't think that dreams and bread were sometimes impossible to take care of.
Reality was often the biggest chasm in front of dreams.
Lin Mu 'an was the same. Although Ran Jin had always supported him on the path of music, Lin Mu' an was very uneasy because he couldn't see any hope. He couldn't give Ran Jin the biggest promise …
"Am I wrong to insist on Cantonese songs?" Lin Mu 'an drove. After a long silence, he couldn't help but ask.
Guo Ziyi didn't know what to say at this moment. He couldn't think of it, but it didn't mean that he didn't understand.
"Bring me Lin Mu 'an's guitar!" Yang Yi suddenly turned his head and said to Ding Xiang.
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