Chapter 220 If I Was Young and Successful Without Self-Inferiority
Yin Fu obediently lay back on the bed.
It was a dark night and the room was exceptionally quiet, so I could hear all sorts of noises coming from outside.
Some people were arguing and swearing.
Someone was flirting and saying some obscene words that were unbearable to the ears.
The noise from next door was even more excessive. The squeaking of the bed legs hitting the ground was ambiguous and straightforward. You could tell what they were doing just by listening.
Yin Fu turned sideways and looked at Lin Wenyu in the darkness.
He lay in the chair, motionless, as if asleep, but his slightly disordered breathing betrayed him.
The screams from next door gradually became excessive, the volume was too loud to be restrained. Especially the woman's voice, every time it sounded, it was impossible to pretend that you didn't hear anything.
"So noisy." Yin Fu muttered.
In the darkness, Lin Wenyu's low voice came, "I'm sorry. We can't move places for the time being."
"It's okay, I'll just cover my ears."
After Yin Fu finished speaking, she really covered her ears. She had no interest in listening to others do that kind of thing.
But covering my ears was of little use, the sounds could still be heard clearly.
Yin Fu turned over a little irritably.
This place is obviously a lawless area where good and bad people mix together, and is full of various gray and even black industries.
Lin Wenyu chose to settle here, in addition to considering not being found by the Huo family, there must be another important reason -
He can buy what he wants here.
If he was determined to perish with the Huo family, he would need weapons that could destroy a large area to ensure that nothing would go wrong. The power of the weapon that had previously destroyed the van was far from enough.
He must still be lacking some raw materials, which cannot be obtained through formal channels.
Yin Fu judged in her heart that this was the place where Lin Wenyu planned to make a deal.
But he doesn't have a lot of money, so what can he use to trade with others?
"Can't sleep?"
Lin Wenyu heard Yin Fu tossing and turning, and the guilt in his heart surged up again. He whispered, "If you really can't sleep, I'll sing a song for you?"
Yin Fu was a little surprised, "Can you sing?"
Lin Wenyu hummed in a low voice, "I like listening to music. It's my only hobby."
He had no entertainment since he was a child and was not qualified to play freely.
He doesn't even have a mobile phone to use to listen to music.
It wasn't until he got his first second-hand mobile phone that a new door to music opened up for him.
He likes it very much.
It’s that private and joyful feeling, putting on headphones is like entering another world.
"What songs can you sing? Let me listen." Yin Fu was quite interested. She knew too little about Lin Wenyu.
"It's not a good song, just listen to it."
Lin Wenyu coughed lightly a few times, lowered his voice, and began to sing the first sentence.
Yin Fu couldn't help but let out a soft "Wow" in admiration.
I didn’t expect that he could sing so well!
It's the type of person that God feeds!
In the dark night and narrow room, Lin Wenyu's singing voice was mellow and touching.
He sang, "If I were young and successful, and not feel inferior..."
The lyrics seemed to fit his mood, and he sang with increasing immersion.
For some reason, Yin Fu felt a little sad after hearing this.
God was not kind to him, making him live in hell from birth. But on the other hand, God was very kind to him, giving him all kinds of innate talents.
With his voice and exceptional musicality, he would definitely become a huge star if he had an agent to nurture him. Furthermore, he was so handsome and refined, his appearance alone was enough to attract a large number of fans.
He clearly had other ways to survive, but he insisted on going down the path of death.
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