Boom, boom, boom, boom.

At first, she wondered if her drumming might be out of place, but when she actually joined in, she found that it wasn't out of place at all.

On the contrary, the low drum sound adds a bass part to the entire band.

The bass is thick.

The midrange is far-reaching.

The treble is light and ethereal.

The music, which was chaotic at first, quickly reached an unspeakable tacit understanding and harmony after a group of people played it together.

When passers-by in the distance were looking forward, everyone had already cooperated skillfully, and the music they played became more and more harmonious and beautiful.

If there is no score, just integrate it into the music as long as it does not destroy the overall beauty of the music.

There was no playlist, so we just picked some songs at random, from Ode to Joy to Birthday to Merry Christmas, all of which are familiar songs.

When pedestrians came over, Ye Wan casually put the bell in his hand on Sister Ling's wrist, picked up the microphone and started singing.

"It's been a long day without you my friend,

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again,

…

When I see you again.

..."

As soon as the magnetic voice that was almost as good as the original singer opened its mouth, Alex and the others all looked up.

It was visible to the naked eye that more and more people were coming over.

Even the pedestrians who were just passing by on the street couldn't help but stop and look back.

Ye Wan only sang half of the song before handing it to He Sichen who was playing the electronic piano.

He Sichen continued to sing, and Ye Wan had already acted as a waiter.

Pour the free beer and coffee into paper cups and hand them out to the onlookers.

Give flowers to beautiful girls, or to one of the lovers, and encourage him to give flowers to his significant other.

Or give those cute little hairpins to the children in the arms of young couples.

In the blink of an eye, people gathered around the band.

After the song ended, He Sichen handed the microphone to Alex beside him.

Alex sang a song skillfully, and then handed the microphone to Fei Ge at Ye Wan's signal.

On one side are five good-looking Chinese faces, each with great talent.

On one side are the versatile church teachers, any one of whom can sing a few lines.

There is no bitter fund-raising explanation.

There were no sad, helpless, pleading eyes.

Inside the case was an officially recognized church certificate and the purpose of their fundraising.

I drank beer, coffee, and ate some cookies and snacks, so I feel embarrassed to eat and drink for free.

Just put three or five dollars in it.

I received a rose and wore a hairpin, which made me feel very happy.

He put down ten dollars with a look of joy.

Most of them were infected by the beautiful pictures in front of them and the good mood brought by the music.

When you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers on your hands.

Even if it's just a few dollars, at least it's enough to buy a few bottles of milk for the children.

There are more and more coins in the violin case.

There are countless smiling faces in front of me.

There is music and laughter in my ears.

When Ye Wan turned up the volume, walked forward, took the hand of an old gentleman and started dancing in an inviting gesture, the corner of the square instantly turned into a sea of ​​joy.

Those who wanted to sing would come forward to ask for the microphone and then sing a song to the lively melody.

Some wanted to dance and invited their companions to join them.

There were also cheerful children chasing and playing, and just when they were about to fall, they were caught by the adults around them.

This scene, which used to only appear in the evening when the setting sun illuminated the square, or in the evening when the night breeze was gentle, now appeared so naturally in the bright sunny noon, without any sense of incongruity.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments froze for a moment.

(End of this chapter)