Chapter 1331

Qin Shi nodded and hummed.

As soon as the singer's eyes lit up, he began to play the guitar in his hand, and then hummed with Qin Shiyu.

They are like two madmen, singing with the accompaniment of guitar in the late night, even if it is out of tune.

For the first time, I'm sure that I like it I'm so happy.

With his love for music, he persisted for such a long time. He never heard an encouragement from others, not to mention a sentence I like very much.

In this way, the two men sang for a long time with each other's heart, until there was no pedestrian in the street.

After all, Qin Shiyu is not a professional singer. After singing for a long time, his voice is dry and smoke.

However, I don't know why he felt a little happy. Maybe singing is also a way to vent his anger. At least he forgot the sad things for a while.

Xiaoge hand handed over a bottle of water, Qin Shiyu said thank you, then twisted it to drink, eyes fell in the distance.

The little singer asked him, "have you learned to sing?"

Qin Shiyu shook his head, "No."

"You sing so well that I almost thought you were a professional." The little singer laughed and scratched his head, as if a little embarrassed, "I didn't have a major to learn, all out of love, grope for themselves."

To Qin Shiyu, he didn't boast about it. He really thought he was good at singing. Although he didn't have a professional study, he was not a half baked boy after all.

He thought that if he studied hard, he might have a way out.

However, Qin Shiyu didn't seem interested in it, and he didn't intend to say more. After all, music is a hard road to go. Only a few people can climb to the top.

Seeing Qin Shiyu didn't seem to want to leave, the little singer couldn't help asking, "are you going back?"

He thought about it and said, "thank you very much today, but I'm leaving..."

Remembering that Qin Shiyu seemed to commit suicide before, he sang a song with himself for a long time. He seemed to be in a better mood. He should not do stupid things again and said, "your money..."

Of course, the suicide is his own brain to make up for, Qin Shiyu never thought of dying, after all, he did a lot of work to survive.

Now that he is alive, how can he easily seek death.

The little singer grabs the people Qin Shiyu gave, a little embarrassed.

There are a lot of money. There should be hundreds of yuan. Although it has been given to him, it was a time when he still had suicidal thoughts. Now he is in a better mood and should not have that idea again.

However, if all the money is returned to Qin Shiyu, he will have to drink it today. If not, he will feel bad.

The little singer is very tangled, but in the end he gives all the money to Qin Shiyu.

He carefully arranged the sheets, folded them up, counted them, and counted the rest of the change. It was almost 1235 yuan.

The little singer handed the money over and whispered, "this It's your money... "

Qin Shiyu took a look at the money and pushed it back. "It's all for you. I only have so much on me. Don't give up."

"So much I I can't... " The little singer couldn't speak. Obviously, their "so much" didn't mean the same thing.

Qin Shiyu stopped caring about him, patted his butt, stood up, looked at the end of the street and asked with a smile, "since you are going to close the stall, where are you sleeping?"