Being Reborn And Starting Off By Not Being A Simp

   Chapter 161 Your cold hands, I want to make them warm

   There are more street performers than before.

   However, most of them have a mobile phone in front of them, performing live broadcasts while performing arts.

  Liu Qing knew that in two years, there would be more people like that, even to the point of disturbing the people, and they would be driven away by the police.

   But looking at it from a distance, the singing girl doesn't seem to have a live broadcast, and there is no mobile phone stand in front of her.

   I just thought it sounded good, but I had no other idea.

   After being yelled at by Xiaowen, she suddenly felt that what she said was quite reasonable. She is now a big boss, and she should develop the habit of paying for things she likes.

   For example, don’t read pirated versions of novels, download genuine music to listen to songs, and go to the cinema to watch movies. Even if you watch movies online, you can’t watch pirated resources.

   - unless it is unlicensed or illegal, for example, certain educational films.

   He stood up: "Then let me go over and make a reward."

   Ye Wanrong also got up naturally and followed.

  ——As a bodyguard, of course, you have to stay with the boss, especially in this street.

   The owner of the barbecue stall looked at the table nervously.

  ——I haven't paid the bill yet, if it's all gone, how can I get it?

  Xiaowen smiled and beckoned to him: "Boss, pay the bill, and pack the rest for me."

  I ate almost the same anyway, and the rest is just that.

   One person came over to settle the bill for her, and after counting, the three of them actually spent three or four hundred yuan.

   This is Xiaowen's first time to treat a guest, but this time, she was very happy to invite her, and she even felt a little proud when she paid out.

   This also made her understand that entertaining guests is also a pleasant thing.

   No wonder we often see news that some people are fighting to pay the bill.

   This thing is also addictive.

   Of course, the premise is that there is enough money.

  The remaining barbecues were packed in two lunch boxes and put into a plastic bag. Xiaowen carried the plastic bag and walked to the small square.

   On the small square, a thin girl was singing with a guitar in her arms. The singing was a little sad:

   "You listen to loneliness singing,

   Gently, hard,

   The singing is so cruel,

   makes people cry.

  You listen to loneliness singing,

   gentle, mad,

   Sadness is getting deeper and deeper,

  How can I make it stop?

  …”

   Xiaowen still had a smile on her face when she walked over.

  ——She felt that it was the first time in her life that she invited someone she liked. It felt so wonderful, and she was still immersed in that pleasure.

   However, as we got closer and closer, the singing became clearer and clearer, and there was an inexplicable sense of loss in my heart.

  Everyone will have loneliness, but not everyone can sing in loneliness.

   Listening to the girl's cold and sad singing, Xiaowen felt like she was hit.

   Suddenly remembered some past events, and some images appeared in my mind.

   The girl who sang was sitting on the steps of the green belt at the edge of the square, more than a meter in front of her, with an iron box with a few coins and a hundred-yuan bill in it.

   That hundred-yuan bill was just thrown in by Liu Qing.

   If there is no one hundred-yuan bill, the girl's income is only a few dollars.

   A few meters in front of the girl, a dozen or so idlers stood sparsely, some were listening to songs, and some were taking pictures with their mobile phones.

   From the income in the tin box, it can be seen that there are still more prostitutes and less paid.

   The girl sang with her back to the street light and her head lowered. Her hair was a little messy and fluffy, covering her eyebrows and eyes, only a small nose and thin lips could be seen.

  Xiaowen is already relatively thin, this girl is thinner than Xiaowen, giving people the feeling that she will fall down when the wind blows.

   After Xiaowen came over with two packets of barbecue, the smell of cumin spread, and the girl raised her head and glanced at it, and there was a clear movement of swallowing, and the lyrics were not sung completely.

   At the moment when she looked up, the hair covering her cheeks spread out, and everyone saw that there were many spots on her cheeks, like a butterfly covering both sides of her cheeks.

   Butterflies are beautiful, but butterfly-shaped spots are not.

   At that moment, someone exclaimed: "What's on her face, it's scary!"

   A few enthusiastically took their mobile phones to take videos, but also put down their mobile phones in disappointment and turned away.

   There is also such a discussion:

   "It sings nicely, but looks too scary."

"Pity……"

   "I thought she was a pretty girl..."

   The dozen or so people surrounding him suddenly became only four or five.

   The girl lowered her head again and continued singing.

   The singing became more sad:

   "It was so dark that it seemed like it would never be bright again.

   It doesn't matter if it's not tomorrow.

   Just be quiet, watching youth is hard to give up.

   Tears are still hot, but the tears are cold..."

  Xiaowen didn't understand the sadness in her song, but listening to the song, there was a sadness in her heart.

   After singing this song, the girl stood up with her head lowered, went to get the iron box on the ground, and was about to leave.

   She knew that people wouldn't be interested in hearing about those scary spots on her face.

   She has seen this kind of thing a lot.

   At this time, Liu Qing took out another hundred yuan and put it in, and said, "You sing very well, can I still listen to you sing a few more songs?"

  The girl was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Liu Qing.

   Under the streetlight, the spots on her face are scary.

   left two more.

   Only Liu Qing and the others were left.

"thanks……"

   The girl whispered, and sat back on the steps of the green belt, holding the guitar, playing a few times, and singing again:

   "The dawn sun shines,

   on that little lake,

   on that little white sail,

   Sailing forward happily.

   There was wind and rain last night,

   Wet the floral shirt,

   Your cold hands,

  I'm going to make it warm..."

   The singing is clear, and there is an indescribable sadness in the clearness.

  Liu Qing took out his mobile phone and made a call:

   "Mr. Qin, are you free now?"

   Qin Kun: "What's the matter?"

   "Listen to you a song, sung by a singing girl next to me."

  Liu Qing said, and turned on the speakerphone, so that Qin Kun on the other side of the phone could hear it.

  On the other side of the phone, Qin Kun didn't say anything, just listened to the song quietly.

   After a song was sung, Liu Qing turned off the speakerphone and asked Qin Kun:

   "Mr. Qin, what do you think?"

   "Very good, the singing is very infectious." Qin Kun commented.

   Then asked Liu Qing: "This singing girl, is she running a live broadcast? Is the income good?"

   "If there is no live broadcast, if the income is... If you don't count the two hundred dollars I gave, it's only a few dollars." Liu Qing said.

   "Does that girl look rich?" Qin Kun asked again.

   "It seems to be quite difficult." Liu Qing said.

   Qin Kun suddenly became excited:

   "Boss, send me a location, I'll go right now!"

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   (end of this chapter)