Seeing that it was still early, Lan Yun pulled up the exhausted Gu Qing and asked him to have another show. This time it was her accompaniment and he sang.

Jia Chun and Wang Dalong also cheered on each other and asked Gu Qing to sing.

"Old Gu, I'll give you a song and I'll book it for a week when I go back."

"I will help you bring this half-monthly dinner, and I will carry the water and sing!"

Not only Lan Yun, but also Jia Chun and Wang Dalong also like to listen to Gu Qing sing. His voice is inexplicably contagious and can't be said, but it just sounds comfortable.

In fact, this is the reason why Gu Qing's intermediate singing skills are very good. He can sing a different feeling in his mouth.

"Okay, then I'll have one." Gu raised his voice without giving the guitar to Lan Yun, "Singing a song you haven't heard of before. It was originally a album, but it was released after a while."

Bai Zhiruo made the albums for him all the old songs she sang before, and later spent money to buy a few songs to make up the numbers and synthesize them into an album.

Gu Qing couldn't stand it anymore, so he worked harder and added two new songs.

"Is that so? Then we have good luck, what's the name?" Lan Yun's eyes lit up.

"dream Catcher!"

"Dream chaser? Are you singing dreams?"

"no."

"Then why is it called a dream chaser?"

Well, that's how the song title is... Gu Qing glared at her, "Ask you, are you still listening? So many things."

"Okay, sing, sing. Dear brothers and sisters, handsome guys and beautiful girls, next our guitarist will bring you an original song, Dream Chaser."

"No, get out, we want to listen to you."

"All masked people will be treated as tanks."

"Original is boring, so I'd better sing Gu Qing, I think it's pretty good."

Gu Qing didn't say anything, picked up the guitar to sweep the strings, attracted his eyes and started playing the prelude. A faint sad sound of the piano came from his fingers.

Without following the soft singing style of the original version, Gu Qing spoke like a boy, several degrees higher than the original version, with a strong penetration, and a bit of vicissitudes that are not of this age.

"Let youth blow your long hair"

"Let it pull your dreams"

"Unknown to the history of this city"

"Your smile has been remembered"

"The blue sky in the red heart"

"It's the beginning of life"

When he sat next to him, Lan Yun's scalp became numb and her arms were covered with goose bumps. He only listened to the sound but did not look at people. He only felt that this was sung by a middle-aged man in his thirties and had experienced vicissitudes.

What is surprising is his guitar skills, which can weigh the bass as you please, lift the heavy weight easily, and it can be easily picked up, which is not worse than a professional teacher.

There were many people watching who wanted to withdraw, but after hearing the song, they stopped and looked at the young man wearing a mask and playing the guitar in surprise.

Experts can tell if there is any one at the beginning of their mouths. The singing and breath of the young man in front of him are completely incomparable to the girl before.

Although they don’t know much about music, to be honest, they think this young man sings well.

Gu Qing was immersed in the song. He looked up after the first part and scared him. The three layers inside and three layers inside were full of people watching, and the old lady dancing in the distance came over.

Most of the people in the square gathered here, with a few six or seven hundred people.

Fortunately, Gu Qing had seen a big scene and barely stabilized and started singing the first paragraph.

"Let the wandering footprints be in the desert"

"Write a Permanent Memories"

"White handwriting"

"It is the hidden passion of your heart"

"In the Red World of Reincarnation"

"Who is wandering in the voice"

"I laughed at my ordinary world in love"

"A caring that is difficult to solve"

...

After Gu Qing finished singing, Lan Yun couldn't wait to ask: "Are you singing the story of Sanmao?"

"Sanmao?" Gu Qing was stunned.

"It's that female writer who has lived in the desert for more than ten years."

"Yes, yes, it's her."

Gu Qing remembered that there was also a writer named Sanmao in this world, but it was not the one in his previous life, and this one was not that famous.

This person is still alive, in his sixties. When he was young, he was unruly and loving freedom. He had a backpack and a pen, ran around the world, and traveled everywhere.

Because of a man, she has lived in Sahara for more than ten years, and she has also lived the happiest youth in her life.

Later, the man passed away and had no nostalgia. She returned to China. Over the years, she wrote the stories of the first half of her life into books, and she was also a well-known writer.

The reason why Lan Yun thinks that Gu Qing is writing about her is because the passage in the lyrics allows the wandering footprints to write permanent memories in the desert, and the handwriting that floats away is hidden deep...

Someone was brain-enhancing, but Gu Qing admitted it by chance. Perhaps it was God's will. The lyrics of this passage in his previous life were indeed written by Sanmao.

Lan Yun packed up her things and was about to leave, "Dear uncles and aunts, handsome guys and beautiful ladies, that's all today, we're going to finish work."

"Beauty, will you come tomorrow?"

"It sounds so good. You are professional singers."

"No way, don't you know her? The top 60 voices, and the other man should not be simple."

Tickling his head gently, Lan Yun turned around and blinked at Gu Qing, "Will you come tomorrow?"

"I don't……"

"I made seven or eight thousand today."

There are still many rich people in the Demon City. Just now, Gu Qing’s event was just now, and the ones who watched and rewarded were 1100 yuan, which totaled several thousand yuan.

A rich man gave five hundred at a time.

"Come on!" Gu Qing pointed, "You are right. The competition is about to be played. It's time to practice well."

Lan Yun nodded with relief, looking like a child is teaching, and her little calculations are already calculating about how much money she can make tomorrow.

Gu Qing's next sentence made her collapse.

"I will also set up a stall and make 8,000 yuan a day. Don't worry, I won't compete with you for business. I will go up and you are here."

With a throat locked, Lan Yun put Gu Qingle in her chest and couldn't breathe. She smiled and said word by word: "We are a combination, is it necessary to distinguish so clearly?"

She treated him as a brother, and he actually wanted to steal her business.

Gu Qing is here, there is still a lot of business here, and maybe how many people will run away.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Jia Chun frowned: "Let him go, you're going to strangle people. You have the ability to come to me."

Feeling the hand on his neck a little loosened, Gu Qing gasped, "What do you think you should do?"

"Of course it's cooperation, we're a group, and we were going to sing together at that time. You can't be skilled alone, right?"

"You're right!"

Seeing Gu Qing knowing each other, Lan Yun let go of her hand, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any losses, fairness and justice, and you will be paid 55%."

"Why do I feel like I can eat all of it?" Gu Qing murmured.

"June 4th!" Lan Yun gritted her teeth, "No more missing."

"make a deal!"

He earned several thousand yuan a day, and it was a lot of money in ten days and half a month. Of course Gu Qing agreed.

Bai Zhiruo hasn't started to arrange work for him yet, and now she doesn't have a penny to earn. The novel is paying for money, so it's not a solution.

"Let's go, pack up and eat, it's almost hot and sweaty."

"Sister, I am the one who sweats. You will be tired even if you sit still?"

After blanching his eyes at Gu Qing, Lan Yun said, "How long have I been singing before? If you don't believe me, look at my back, it's soaked."

Gu Qing glanced at him and found that his T-shirt was soaked with sweat.
Chapter completed!