exploded

Bo Yijian was shocked for a while!

He stared dumbfounded at Yu Shengwei who had followed the black man in an instant.

Is painting better than dancing?

He wanted to laugh a little, but after watching, the smile that first appeared in Bo Yijian's heart disappeared, and he began to be attracted by Yu Shengwei.

The opponent danced really well.

At this moment, his head, shoulders, neck, every part of his body, every muscle and every bone are under his command, faithfully executing his ideas and goals.

His gestures, swings and jumps, step on the beat with every step, and follow the music with every step.

The music is exciting and cheerful, and he is full of energy.

This vitality is like a flame, splashing down and infecting the surroundings.

Finally, he stood in the crowd and became the focus.

Bo Yijian suddenly stood up.

He took two steps to the side and looked at the mariachi band not far away.

Bo Yijian observed this band at the earliest time. This wandering band has a lot of members and a complete set of equipment. Except that there is no lead singer, everything is available.

but don't know why...

From just now, he didn't hear the sound of the powerful penetrating sound of the drums, and the drummer didn't seem to join in this exciting performance.

Bo Yijian saw the specific situation of the band.

He found out that the drummer of the mariachi band did not join the band.

He was sitting at the side, drinking water with his own big drum, and his eyes stayed on the dancing crowd at the same time, his face full of interest.

This gave Bo Yijian more confidence in what he was about to do.

He walked across the street to the drummer and greeted him in French.

The drummer was stunned for a moment, and returned a smile.

Bo Yijian spoke a long list of French again.

The drummer frowned, as if he wanted to refuse.

But this time, Bo Yijian did another thing.He pointed to Yu Shengwei in the middle of the crowd, and said another word, which meant "friend" in French.

This sentence moved the drummer.

The drummer's frown loosened, he stood up from the ground, handed the drum stick to Bo Yijian, and made way for him.

Bo Yijian walked to the back of the drum.

His hands drooped slightly, and the tip of the drumstick in his hand lightly touched the tight drum head.

His ears were listening to the band's performance, while his eyes were on Yu Shengwei who was dancing in the crowd.

He is looking for an opportunity to join.

then……

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The crisp, cheerful, and passionate drumming suddenly blended into this street music.

It's not particularly loud, but it can always be heard with one ear.

It didn't hit very fast, but every sound that came out seemed to hit Yu Shengwei's feet, chasing after his footsteps.

In the middle of the street, the dancing Yu Shengwei subconsciously looked towards the location where the drum sound came from.

Numerous people, tall and short, fat and thin.

In the gap formed by people and people, he saw Bo Yijian who was beating the drum.

Bo Yijian raised his head at the same time.

The positions of the two are different, and the gaps that the two can see are also different.

He didn't really meet Yu Shengwei's eyes.

But at this moment, he felt something in his heart and smiled slightly in Yu Shengwei's direction.

Immediately, he threw the drum stick, caught it, and hit it hard with his backhand.

"Boom!!!"

The clouds covering the sky were also shaken away, and the sun's brilliance shot down from the sky, sprinkled the streets, and then gathered in Yu Shengwei.

He shines.

***

The song is over.

The band stopped playing and the dancing came to an end.

But the crowd who had enjoyed a hearty show were reluctant to leave for a long time. They stuffed the banknotes in their arms into the band's box, and surrounded the dancing blacks, expecting them to play another song.

Yu Shengwei looked left and right.

The black friends who danced with him had no intention of reaching out to accept the tip. They all smiled and waved, parted the crowd, and moved on.

It seems a little strange to ask for money when all the dance partners don't ask for money...

But Yu Shengwei needs to make money, which is related to his and Bo Yijian's lunch and dinner.

He made some psychological preparations, regardless of the black people who left, he stretched out his hand to the crowd earnestly, ready to accept the tip he deserved...

The hand that was only halfway out was caught.

At this moment, Bo Yijian squeezed out of the crowd and stopped Yu Shengwei.

He grabbed Yu Shengwei's hand and brought him back to the art booth from the crowd without any explanation, and then pressed the sweaty, slightly panting man on the small bench.

He looked serious: "Xiao Yu, I have a brand new idea."

Yu Shengwei: "What do you think?"

The corner of Bo Yijian's mouth curled up: "An idea that successfully sold the painting."