Bring the system to pretend

Chapter 264: Three lives are lucky to meet you, even if it is sad, it is love!

At six o'clock the next morning, in a square in the eastern district of Jinling City.

At this moment, in a certain corner of the square, a young man is carrying a guitar and has a microphone in front of him. At first glance, he looks like a busker.

This person is Ling Chen. As for why he is here, it is because the dream of singing since childhood gave him endless motivation, allowing him to see his own shadow, the love of the past, and... That's it, stop bragging, I came here just to pretend to be a mission.

(Dress up as a vagabond singer, attract at least a hundred people with your singing, let at least five of them leave their own stories, and let others see the story with their own eyes.

If it succeeds, the host's charm value will be increased by 10. If it fails, the host will be disfigured and lose his handsome face ever since. )

As soon as he saw this pretentious task, Ling Chen knew that this was a task he couldn't refuse, because it was related to his handsome face.

Scanning around, Ling Chen found that because it was morning, there was no one on the side of the road.

However, Ling Chen didn't change places, since he chose poetry and distant places, he only cared about both wind and rain!

Taking a deep breath, Ling Chen used the Emperor Qin skill, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a soft and heart-warming tune slowly radiated out.

There is a kind of silver bell-like crispness in the voice, and at the same time it seems to contain a kind of sadness of sand and sand, revealing a kind of contradiction faintly, with motivation, sadness, nostalgia, regret, and fantasy.

Suddenly, the tune changes, sometimes moving, singing softly like gurgling water, unique charm, sometimes poignant, like dewdrops like bamboo leaves ringing, intriguing, sometimes as deep as a long cry of an eagle when it spreads its wings, It is deafening, and sometimes it is so tactful that it seems like a line of tears when affectionately blends, touching the soul.

The men and women who were running stopped suddenly, the aunt who danced in the square slowly stagnated, and the uncle who practiced Tai Chi put away his fists and feet, all of this was because of the tune played by Ling Chen.

Ling Chen, who thought no passers-by stopped, raised his head a minute later, and found that a group of people surrounded him, densely packed, young and old, more than a hundred.

The people who came around didn't say anything, they just listened to the music quietly, afraid of disturbing Ling Chen.

After a while, Ling Chen stopped, scanned the front, and said with a smile: "Good morning everyone, I am a singer, I don't sell myself, I only buy stories, wine, I use the sound of the piano instead, stories, please write On paper, later, I will let you witness the arrival of the story with your own eyes."

As he spoke, Ling Chen pointed to the sticky notes and office pens placed beside him, signaling that everyone can write down their own stories.

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was completely silent, no one made a move at all, it was obvious that they didn't understand Ling Chen's words.

Ling Chen only felt extremely embarrassed, I'll wipe it, you guys should give me some face!

But at this time, a young man came out, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.

He silently wrote a bunch of words on the note, then showed a forced smile, and handed it to Ling Chen.

Ling Chen was stunned for a moment, looked at the contents of the note, sighed, and suddenly the piano sounded.

Slow, elegant, but with a touch of desolation, it hits my heart, soaking this hot summer day, and hurting my heart.

In front of everyone, such a scene suddenly appeared.

There was a boy who loved a girl for five years.

For five years, he has always regarded her as a treasure.

When they were in college, they were in different places. She had a headache and a cold, and he would take the train overnight to find her and take care of her.

Originally, he thought that he would be her in this life, but when she graduated and was assigned to practice in other places, it only took two months for her to dump him.

The reason for breaking up was simple, he couldn't give her what she wanted.

At that time, he tried his best to keep her, but he couldn't keep her.

She broke up with him in March, and she married another him in May...

The picture ended here, and everyone was not surprised by the appearance of the picture. On the contrary, they only had endless sighs and helplessness.

If I had never seen the sun, perhaps I could still endure the darkness, but now, the sun illuminates my loneliness even more desolately.

Life is like a drama, drama is like life.

One day lost to the ideal of youth and frivolity.

Twenty lost to the green and ignorant love.

Thirty lost to the reality of vicissitudes.

I only hate meeting each other late, and good luck tricks people. I used to think it was a comedy, but now I know it is a tragedy.

Ling Chen stopped playing, and his tone was plain but full of deep meaning: "Since we are separated, let me drink eight glasses of sorrow, one to the morning sun, one to the moonlight, one to my hometown, one to the distant place, one to tomorrow, one to the past, and one to the past." A toast to liberty, and a toast to death!"

Everyone felt touched in their hearts, and they all looked at the decadent young man, and found that at this moment, his face was covered with tears, but in the tears, there were smiles written all over his face.

Sansheng is lucky to meet you, even if it is sad, it is love.

"Thank you!" The person bowed deeply to Ling Chen and left slowly.

But at this moment, his back does not appear to be lonely and helpless.

With the outline of the previous emotions, another person came out. This person was a man, but his face was weather-beaten. At this time, his eyes were red, and he wrote long and long things on the note, and then handed it over. Gave it to Ling Chen.

Ling Chen took a look, after a long silence, he played the tune again.

The melody at this moment is melancholy, yet heart-pounding, outlining endless regret and helplessness.

In the picture, it shows a palace.

On the wedding day, he was very satisfied with the bride, it was her most beautiful day.

But when the master of ceremonies asked "Groom, would you like to marry the bride?"

He hesitated, but remained silent.

After all, he was just a best man.

You are in the clouds, gradually out of reach.

Gradually drifting away, the desire is hard to touch.

Close in sight, far away in the sky.

Missing, hard to come by!

Looking at this scene, everyone was silent again, and a great sadness swept over them.

We used to think that we could die for love, but in fact, love can’t kill anyone, it just pricks a needle in the most painful place, and then we want to cry but have no tears, we toss and turn, we become a doctor after a long illness, and we become steel after a hundred times of tempering.

You are not the wind, and I am not the sand, no matter how lingering you are, you will not reach the end of the world.

1 years is too long, seize the day and night, along the way, only to find that nothing lasts forever.

We finally understand that once a person who was one step away from us is missed, even if he becomes a peerless hero, wearing golden clothes and armor, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, and leaping thousands of miles, he may not be able to chase him back.

You can't save her without a strap on.

How to love her with tight bands on?