Hearing the driver's words, Wen He fell silent.
When they were young, they must have looked down on middle-aged men who smoked, drank, and had big bellies.
But it's only after leaving school and entering society that people realize...
Often, we are not in control of our own lives.
There are many things that can be solved with a cigarette.
If you don't know how, you will take many detours.
The same principle applies to drinking parties.
Society is a vast system of interpersonal relationships and social interactions.
If you don't know how to cater to those who hold resources and power...
Then the opportunity right in front of us might just slip away.
It's not that everyone likes these things, but rather that a certain group of people do. In order to interact with this group of people, one must master these skills.
Unless you are the big boss who needs to be flattered, then you will be the one to set the rules.
You can even have those business people eat lollipops with you.
However, most bosses are like them, climbing up step by step.
When they become bosses, they will be surprised to find...
Aside from smoking and drinking, I have no other hobbies and I can't do anything else.
therefore……
Those who approach them for collaboration will try to cater to their interests, gain the upper hand in conversations, and please them.
Smoking and drinking naturally became inevitable activities.
This is a huge cycle.
"Hello, would you like to request a song? It's five yuan a song."
At this moment, a middle-aged man carrying a guitar and dragging an amplifier came over and asked.
It looks like...
He must also be a pitiful person who gave up his dreams in order to make a living.
"Can I borrow your song to sing?" Wen He asked in return.
"Of course." He set up the speaker, handed the microphone to Wen He, then looked at the guitar slung over his shoulder and asked, "Do you need this?"
"need."
After receiving an affirmative answer, the other party handed the guitar to Wen He.
Wen He knew immediately upon handling the guitar that it was quite valuable.
It was probably a weapon this street performer used to pursue his dreams.
It's just that now he uses it as a tool to make a living.
It has even been reduced to the point where it only costs five yuan to use.
"You can sing too?" The driver suddenly became interested.
"I know a little."
Wen He made some simple adjustments to the equipment.
Then connect via Bluetooth and import the prepared backing track.
Everyone present was also drawn to Wen He's actions.
"Why is your song a standalone audio file?" The street performer noticed something was amiss.
Generally speaking, when someone feels like singing, they would open a music app, play their favorite songs, and sing along.
Wen He, however, did not do it that way; he imported a separate audio file instead of using music software.
"This is an original song of mine, and it's not available online yet," Wen He explained.
"You wrote this yourself?! Did you even think of a title?" The street performer looked utterly astonished.
How confident do you have in yourself to sing an original song in public without even releasing it?
Even though it's just a barbecue stand, if it sounds awful, it'll definitely be a social disaster...?
"Yes, the song title is 'Born to Be Human'."
(Born as a human being - Shang Shida)
Before the last note had faded, Wen He plucked the strings, producing a clear and melodious sound.
Those near Wenhe naturally overheard the conversation, and they immediately opened their phones to search for the song's name, only to find that they couldn't find it.
This immediately piqued the interest of everyone present.
I've seen plenty of street performers.
But this is the first time I've ever seen someone on the street singing their own original song.
The driver was also dumbfounded; he hadn't expected Wen He to have such strength.
But more than anything, I'm afraid he'll mess things up.
After all, so many people are watching.
As the prelude began, Wen He plucked the strings of the zither in her arms.
With just these few moves, the street singer had already realized that Wen He was quite experienced!
The beat was very steady, and the guitar sound was almost completely integrated into the accompaniment!
"I once said I wouldn't smoke."
"It's been inhaled into my lungs for years."
Just two short sentences.
This instantly caused everyone present to stop what they were doing.
Almost everyone froze in place, turning their heads to look at Wen He.
Even the owner of the barbecue restaurant was stunned.
"My dreams were once innocent and pure."
"Later, all I could think about was money."
"The wish I make with my eyes closed every year on my birthday."
"How many of them can actually work?"
People always change.
"Feel sorry……"
The sorrowful melody was paired with Wen He's extremely weathered voice.
It struck a chord with everyone almost instantly.
The song's lyrics silenced them completely.
The cigarette in my hand...
It trembled slightly.
It was as if a knife had been plunged into their hearts without warning.
Even breathing is painful.
They used to be the kind of people who would frown at the smell of smoke.
How come it's been inhaled into my lungs for several years now?
The bold words spoken in youth: Never compromise on a mundane life.
Now, money is the last thing they talk about.
Although people change.
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