A girl's voice sounded from above.

Deng Xiye came back to his senses.

He shook his head and used his hands and feet to get up from the ground.

Without even bothering to tidy up his messy clothes and hair, Deng Xiye grabbed the guitar and held it in his arms.

When he looked at the "sack" that was thrown out, his eyes turned red.

"Sack" got up and ran back cursing.

He raised his fist and greeted Ye Wan.

Ye Wan curled her lips.

She dodged his fist and turned around to appear behind him.

Ye Wan gently raised his foot.

Bang...

The "sack" was thrown out heavily again.

The screams changed from the panicked "Ahhhh" to the surprised "Oh shit".

Small body, big energy.

The crowd that had scattered away surrounded them like a wave.

"You...just wait for me!"

Ma Dai looked around and didn't dare to run back to Ye Wan. He said something harsh and ran away.

Ye Wan's eyes slid across Deng Xiye's nameplate, "Are you also a contestant today?"

Deng Xiye nodded.

He looked down at his guitar, despair in his eyes.

I've been playing music for so many years, but I haven't made any name for myself.

I had been thinking of taking a gamble and coming to the BlackBerry Music Festival. Maybe I could get signed by a small company, which would be better than drifting aimlessly like duckweed by myself.

Unexpectedly, the guitar was destroyed before the game even started.

A good cook cannot cook without rice.

Without a guitar, how would he go on stage?

With his heart sinking to the bottom of the sea, Deng Xiye raised his eyes and looked at Ye Wan, "Thank you for what you did just now!"

There were so many people watching, but the only one who came forward to help him was the thin girl in front of him.

But thinking of his limited WeChat balance, Deng Xiye moved his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

Looking at Deng Xiye's sad face, Ye Wan asked, "Do you have a spare guitar?"

Deng Xiye shook his head and said, "I don't have a team. I came here alone."

Following his gaze, I saw a mountaineering bag not far away.

For musicians who don’t become famous, if they don’t have support from their families, they can be very miserable.

Many musicians slept under bridges before they became famous.

If you have some fame in a small circle, it would be easy, the organizer would provide you with a lounge or something.

For someone like Deng Xiye, the organizers might feel that he should feel honored to be allowed to perform on stage.

"What time will you be on stage?"

"11:05."

"Then don't run around. Just wait here. I'll have someone deliver the guitar to you before 11 o'clock."

"Thank you, but... no thanks."

Deng Xiye raised his eyes and looked at Ye Wan. "I've had this guitar for more than ten years. If I change it, I won't be able to use it as easily."

If you don’t perform well, you will still be eliminated.

It would be better not to go on stage and embarrass yourself.

Deng Xiye nodded to Ye Wan and said, "Thank you, really... no need!"

As he turned to leave, Ye Wan's cold voice sounded behind him.

"Are you willing to just give up like this?"

Deng Xiye paused.

Behind him, Ye Wan whispered, "The song you just sang, 'By the Moon Bridge', is very simple and touching. If you release it this month, it will definitely be in the top ten of the new song chart."

"Are you sure you want to give up?"

Deng Xiye heard a slight buzzing sound in his ears and his mind went blank.

After a brief silence, the crowd burst into an uproar.

(End of this chapter)