[Oh my god! Is that really one person?]
[Yeah, I'm starting to question my existence too. Is this the same crazy person from the private room earlier?]
[You bet! I was just saying that other people sing for money, but she sings for her life, and then she pulled this stunt on me, making me so embarrassed!]
[I always said that someone's singing couldn't be terribly bad; she's quite pretty, so I figured she must sing well too!]
[Hey upstairs, I've seen a really pretty girl next door, and her singing is absolutely amazing!]
[One of our classmates is handsome, but his singing is absolutely terrible!]
[Haha, actually I sing off-key too, I can even make people cry!]
[The person upstairs is a real talent; they can sing so well they make people cry—that's a kind of style in itself!]
[Oops, oops, let's get back to the point. This Leng Mo actually sings quite well!]
[It really sounds good. I bet Leng Mo was drunk before, and she doesn't even know what she did!]
[Yes, everyone look! She's singing again! And it's my favorite fairy tale!]
Leng Mo put the money away from the bowl, placed the bowl back on the ground, and started a new song.
[You told me this while crying!]
Fairy tales are all lies!
[I can never be your prince!]
[You might not understand!]
[Ever since you said you loved me!]
...
[Happiness and joy are the ending!]
The girl who requested the song was about five or six years old. After Leng Mo finished singing, she immediately threw herself into her mother's arms and cried, sobbing, "Mommy, Mommy, my sister lied! There are princes and princesses in fairy tales, but there are no lies in fairy tales!"
Hearing the little girl say that, Leng Mo felt a little embarrassed. She realized she should have chosen a song about fairy tales, since it was the little girl who requested it. She wanted to hear a fairy tale with princes and princesses. Leng Mo went to the little girl's side, squatted down, and said with a smile, "Little sister, I was wrong. Fairy tales have princes and princesses. Oh, and the princess is Snow White! Have you heard the story of Snow White?"
The little girl wiped away her tears, stared at Leng Mo with her big, watery eyes, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Sister, there really is a princess in the fairy tale I read! It's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs! In the end, the prince appeared and saved the princess!"
Leng Mo gently touched the little girl's cheek and nodded with a smile. "Yes, I've heard this story before. Well, I have something to do now, so I'll go ahead and get back to work. Bye-bye, little sister!"
The little girl's mother stood up, took out 100 yuan from her wallet and put it in Leng Mo's bowl, saying gently, "Girl, you really sang very well. Consider this 100 yuan as my appreciation for your talent. We'll be going now, bye-bye!"
Leng Mo waved to the mother and daughter, then returned to his bowl. He picked it up again and walked towards the crowd. He had to admit, the people there were quite supportive; Leng Mo's bowl was full again. Feeling he had earned enough, he put the bowl behind him, sang a few more songs for the crowd, and then picked up the bowl that had made him money again to find Leng Jinchen and Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan approached a girl who was drawing and asked her how much she could earn for a painting. The girl looked up, saw Mo Xuan, and immediately screamed, "Ahhh! Mo, the movie star, I'm your biggest fan and a member of the Moyuwan fan club! Can I get your autograph?"
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