"Sure. I like it." I watched the middle-aged man pick up his collar and then said, "Hip-hop is the most beautiful and beautiful song in the world."

Perhaps because she has been listening to Yi Mu's songs for a long time, Yi Menglu still prefers lyrical songs.

"Hiphop!" Yi Muran, who had been sitting nearby, spoke up.

Yi Menglu subconsciously kept her gaze on him.

"A cultural form that was born on the streets of ghettos in the United States and then slowly spread across the country and even overseas."

He didn't raise his head from beginning to end, just staring at the wine glass in front of him.

Hearing Yi Mu's words, the middle-aged man was obviously a little surprised and blurted out "oh my god" in fluent English.

"Young man, do you like hip-hop too?" Obviously, Yi Mu's words just now aroused his interest.

"Know a thing or two" Not to mention that he is a musician, just take the fact that he has to fly in the skies of various countries all year round, so he knows a thing or two.

The middle-aged man leaned forward. Perhaps because of the lighting and Yi Mu's silence, he hadn't attracted much attention. But now, after a closer look, he felt as if he had seen the young man in front of him somewhere before.

He stared at Yi Mu's face for a few seconds, as if remembering something. "Oh! You are the boy on the stage just now."

When he was upstairs, he noticed the young man in the baseball cap on the stage.

When other people perform, they always hope that the audience can notice their faces, but the boy in front of him is different. He seems to be deliberately covering his face.

Yi Mu nodded faintly in response to the middle-aged man.

"Hey, boy, you look a little depressed."

Not seeing Yi Mu's response, the middle-aged man didn't seem discouraged and continued to chat: "I can hear the desolation in your songs."

Feeling Yi Mu's gaze, the middle-aged man didn't seem surprised at all.

Looking at the singer on the stage, he said, "Every song has a soul." It was as if he was saying to himself and Yi Mu: "Only when the singer devotes himself wholeheartedly can he sing a song that touches people's hearts."

"It's getting late. I'm almost fifty and I don't want to get involved with you young people." He put down the wine glass and laughed at himself.

Looking at the middle-aged man's back, Yi Mu frowned.

I seemed to have heard those words somewhere before.

"Is Yi Mu okay?" Holding the phone, he walked towards the bedroom.

I wanted to take a nice hot bath to relax my brain and forget about those annoying things, but who would have thought that I would be woken up by the ringing of this girl's cell phone.

"I feel much better emotionally than before," he said, looking at Tang Nannan.

"I still have to thank an uncle, otherwise I really don't know how to comfort him," he sighed.

She was really at her wit's end now, and it seemed that whatever she said would hurt Yi Mu. Fortunately, the middle-aged man's words comforted Yi Mu.

"Haven't you always been good at speaking? How did you end up like this?!" He asked with a raised eyebrow after taking a sip of milk.

This girl has a clever tongue! Sometimes she can't even win an argument with her.

After hearing Tang Nannan's words, Yi Menglu said with an annoyed look on her face, "You don't understand. As long as you have someone you like, you will consider him in every way. Your life will basically revolve around him. Naturally, you will be afraid of saying the wrong thing!"

She was actually very upset, okay? The feeling of being unable to vent your anger and having to hold it back was not something a normal person could endure.