Chu Zixian pulled his sunglasses down to reveal his eyes, looked at the little boy and bent down and asked him softly: "Kid, do you also like to listen to this song?"

The little boy shook his head, looked at Chu Zixian with childlike eyes and said, "Brother, why are you asking for food?"

Begging for food...food...

The corners of Chu Zixian's mouth twitched. He was just about to explain something to the little boy, but after thinking about it carefully, it was unnecessary, because in the eyes of some people, he was indeed similar to a beggar, except that he was a showman while others were doing misery.

But for those kind people who don't understand music at all, Chu Zixian is just a beggar, otherwise why would he put his guitar bag at his feet?

The song could no longer be sung, so Chu Zixian returned the one-dollar steel coin to the little boy, then picked up the guitar bag and left the pedestrian street.

From that day on, until Chu Zixian left Yuancheng far away, he never dared to play the guitar on the roadside again. Every day when he arrived in a new place, he would go to the local tourist attractions. This accelerated his consumption, which lasted only half a month.

Zixian spent most of his money. After all, he also had to buy clothes and so on. When he got new clothes, Chu Zixian would throw away the old ones because he couldn't bring them with him on foot.

"There is no way to go on like this." Chu Zixian muttered in the hotel room, switching from a better hotel to a cheaper hotel.

After eating, drinking and having fun recently, I kind of forgot what my original intention was when I resigned from the supermarket. After thinking about it again, Chu Zixian finally took the first step and started playing and singing in a deserted place, but Chu Zixian never put the guitar in his bag again.

to the feet.

He has thought about it, just sing. If he doesn't have money in the future, he will talk about it later. Anyway, he has money now.

In this way, Chu Zixian actually opened his mouth and gradually adapted to this situation.

On the street where people come and go.

In a dimly lit downtown.

On a lonely night.

In the square...

Outside the snack bar...

At the door of the public toilet...

The trick to getting thicker-skinned is to do what you want to do in front of everyone. Of course, Chu Zixian had no determination to put the guitar bag at his feet until May.

His overall status changed from a clean young man to a greasy man with long hair.

Chu Zixian went from taking a shower every two or three days to now being too lazy to take a shower for more than a week. From staying in a hotel to sleeping on the street now, he has adapted very quickly.

One is that he is thick-skinned, and the other is that the little money he has saved is basically going to bottom out soon.

As for his mental state, Chu Zixian couldn't tell what kind of situation he was in. From the beautiful thoughts at the beginning to the day-to-day life now, Chu Zixian felt a little happy-go-lucky.

He stopped to look for a job, but he was unwilling to stop or work. It was impossible to return to Pingshi. Anyway, he planned to spend all the money first.

Of course, during this period, I also received a call from Mr. and Mrs. Yang Lin. They were originally scheduled to get married in April. Later, because Song Wanzhen’s family members died suddenly, the wedding was postponed. As for the specific time, Yang Lin has not decided yet, but Chu

Zi Xian estimates that this year will be tough.

Zhu Rui also called a few times and learned that Chu Zixian had quit his job in the supermarket and started a life as a street singer. He was shocked to death, but it could be heard on the phone that Chu Zixian was in good spirits.

He didn't say much about Chu Zixian.

The agreement in May this year was completely ruined. The seven people were busy in the north, south and east. Zhu Rui asked and heard that everyone was busy and said nothing more.

Zhejiang City has the largest film and television shooting base, where many men, women and children who have dreams of becoming stars gather here.

When Chu Zixian came to Zhejiang City, he obviously felt that the artistic and cultural atmosphere in Zhejiang City was much stronger than that in places in Yuancheng. He had only been here for a few days and saw many singers, which made Chu Zixian sigh with emotion about this place.

There are quite a few colleagues.

Scratching his head with his hands, Chu Zixian felt that his hair was greasy, and he hadn't taken a shower for almost ten days. He felt itchy all over. He had to spend money to rent a hotel and only had the little money left. No matter how hard he pressed, he still couldn't bear it.

You can go down one more city.

Finding a lounge chair next to the street, Chu Zixian put his guitar bag under his head and put it on a pillow to prepare for sleep. There was a public toilet not far away. When he got up in the morning, he could wash his face with water and use it for a day.

In fact, Chu Zixian also knew that his days of experiencing life were coming to an end, and he was torturing himself. Now that he thinks about Chen Yao, all he has left is memories, such a beautiful memory.

"If you have no money, should you go back or work here?" Chu Zixian thought about this problem and fell asleep in a daze.

Chu Zixian couldn't even count the number of times he was woken up in the middle of the night.

Someone stole Chu Zixian's guitar and woke him up.

There was a cool breeze blowing in the middle of the night and I woke up.

Some were woken up by stray dogs.

However, Chu Zixian was quite lucky. It may be that the places he chose were relatively safe. Anyway, no desperadoes had ever kidnapped Chu Zixian.

But today Chu Zixian was pushed awake by a woman.

"Huh?" Chu Zixian touched the saliva around his mouth, stretched out his hand to pull his greasy hair to one side, and looked at the woman's face in the morning light.

It was a strange yet familiar face, a face that Chu Zixian had buried deep in his heart. Chu Zixian thought he was still dreaming, so he couldn't help but rub his eyes with his hands and opened them again.

Then he met the woman's eyes.

He could see many complex emotions in the woman's eyes, but disbelief and surprise occupied more positions.

"Chu Zixian, is it really you?" It was still that gentle tone, but it was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"Chu Zixian? Who is it? Beauty, have you recognized the wrong person?" Chu Zixian quickly pulled down his messy hair with his hands, covering half of his face.

"You said it wasn't you! Even though I turned to ashes, I recognized your voice! How could you be so virtuous now! Why are you sleeping in a place like this? Get up quickly and go home with me." Jiang Kexin also didn't mind that Chu Zixian was dirty.

He grabbed Chu Zixian's hand and pulled him up.

"Go...home..." Chu Zixian murmured, looking at Jiang Kexin with a look of distress in his eyes. He never expected that they would meet again in such a scene.

Moreover, the word "go home" went straight to the bottom of Chu Zixian's heart. Why did he leave Pingshi and wander around without wanting to stay? It was because there was no place that made him feel at home. And the appearance of Jiang Kexin instantly made Chu Zixian

The wavering thoughts took root.

Being half pulled and half pulled up from the recliner by Jiang Kexin, Chu Zixian smelled the fragrance of Jiang Kexin's hair and quickly jumped to the side and said: "Well, I'm a bit sloppy, don't make your clothes dirty."

"What a lot of nonsense, come with me!" Jiang Kexin's gentle tone was filled with dissatisfaction, and she reached out to hold Chu Zixian's hand again. With the other hand, she grabbed Chu Zixian's guitar bag and walked towards Carriage B parked on the roadside.

He walked over, opened the trunk, threw Chu Zixian's guitar bag in first, then dragged Chu Zixian to the passenger seat, opened the door for him, and said to Chu Zixian in a commanding tone:
Chapter completed!