Loyal Dog God Cultivation Program

On the second day, with the 30 yuan he earned last night in his pocket, Yan Che was confident enough to go to the cafeteria and order food, although he only ordered a spare rib with a lot of salt and no pork ribs. Winter melon soup.

And it was swiped with Lu Yang's meal card.Yan Che's own meal card only has 3 cents on it, and he can't use it if he can't withdraw it, and he doesn't plan to charge it for the time being.

joke!It costs at least 100 yuan to recharge the meal card at a time, and Yan Che only has 130 yuan in total. If the meal card is fully charged, if something happens, can he swipe the meal card?

Yan Che had no class in the afternoon, and sat in the dormitory practicing guitar all the time. In fact, he could play many pop songs before, but now he can't remember what he doesn't play.

He was lucky yesterday, he knew all the songs he ordered, and he was afraid that if he came across a slightly less popular song today, he would be an idiot, he would stutter, let alone make money, it would be embarrassing.

I practiced like this all afternoon, until a senior senior upstairs couldn't bear it anymore and yelled downstairs: "Can you stop playing! I am writing a graduation thesis, and I was disturbed by you all afternoon." Not a single word is moved, all the lyrics are silent here!"

He put on the guitar and hung his head and shouted back upstairs: "I'm sorry, buddy! But maybe I have to continue playing tomorrow, and I don't have class tomorrow morning, why don't you avoid it?"

After shouting, I was really satisfied to hear "fuck" from upstairs.

Yan Che listened silly and Lele for a long time, then picked up the guitar and went out when he saw that the time was almost up.

When I went to the small garden, I saw someone sitting at the place where I stood yesterday, and I was thinking of turning to change places, but I saw that person standing up, and he hurriedly ran over there.

No matter how you say it, you have to be a craftsman who sells and sings at a certain time and place!Resolutely don't be a mobile hawker!

He took out the sign and put it away. Last night, he touched two colored markers from Lu Yang. This morning, he made full use of his class time to beautify and upgrade it, traced the edges, and drew a few small flowers, trying to highlight his cultural (er) art (bi) temperament of youth.

After the sign was placed, he suddenly found that the person who had just occupied the seat hadn't left, but was standing under a tree beside him and looking at him.

Could it be that he made a special trip to occupy a seat for himself?

Noticing the chestnut hair dyed by the other party, Yan Che finally realized that this seems to be the man in the T-shirt who asked him yesterday?It's so early.

So early to listen to free.

despise!

Sure enough, for the next two or three hours, the man stood there without seeming to change his posture.

But Yan Che's business today is not as good as yesterday, only one person orders songs and earns 10 yuan.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t be eating pork ribs and winter melon soup at noon!

Yan Che wailed in his heart when closing the stall.

The man under the tree came over again.

The man in the T-shirt didn't wear a T-shirt today. He was wearing a light gray pullover sweater and jeans. He was very thin. He had a pair of Senhai headphones hanging around his neck, which looked expensive.At first glance, he looked like a local tyrant, Yan Che commented in his heart.

If he asks again if he will come tomorrow, I will tell him no!

Yan Che thought to himself.

As a result, people didn't ask, wasting his brewed emotions for nothing.

"Can you sing "Blue and White Porcelain"?" the man asked.

"Yes." It seems a bit too fake to say no, although Yan Che originally wanted to say "closed the stall" domineeringly like a street performer with personality, but he touched the ten yuan in his pocket and reopened it without backbone guitar case.

"No guitar," said the man in the T-shirt.

No guitar?A cappella?Is this man crazy?Give yourself 10 yuan just to listen to a cappella?

The man took out his wallet and took out a 50 yuan bill and handed it to Yan Che, probably thinking that Yan Che didn't sing because he didn't pay.

It's a fool to have money but not earn it. Yan Che took the money, but suddenly realized that he couldn't get it.

Including the 10 yuan he just earned today, he has a total of 137.5 yuan. The figure is very accurate. Among them, the 7 yuan change was returned after Lu Yang swiped his meal card for him at noon, and Lu Yang gave it to him.

"I can't make it up." Yan Che still decided to reluctantly give up the ten yuan.

"It's okay." The man in the T-shirt didn't care at all, "Then I'll listen to a few more songs."

Yan Che finally cleared his throat and began to sing.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brush strokes from thick to light, and the peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup..."

"Blue and White Porcelain" is also an old song that Jay Chou is familiar with, and Yan Che sang it very skillfully.His voice is very different from Jay Chou's. His voice is clean, bright, penetrating, and highly recognizable. It sounds different from Jay Chou's style, a little less mournful and a little more euphemistic.

After the □□ part, the man in the T-shirt stopped suddenly: "It's ok."

Then he asked: "Can "Chrysanthemum Terrace" be sung?"

Yan Che nodded, found a tune, and began to sing.

Just sang a sentence and was interrupted again.

"It's too high," said the man in the T-shirt with disapproval in his eyes, "Can you sing with a lower key?"

The man in the T-shirt sang the beginning of a sentence: "Your tears... that's the tune."

Yan Che sang along and tried it out, and then started singing again.

Once again □□passed by the man in the T-shirt and signaled to change the song, this time I ordered "The Drunken Concubine" by Li Yugang.

Yan Che thinks that this person is probably sick, and the money is too much to spend. He only listens to half of a song for ten yuan without accompaniment.

But I still sang, after all, people who have money are uncles, and customers are gods.

Maybe the local tyrants who have the money to eat pancakes and add ten eggs are so cool and willful in their lives?

This time, the man in the T-shirt waved his hand to signal him to stop after he sang two lines in Xiqiang.

""Leaving Song"."

This song was finally finished by him, Yan Che's voice became hoarse, and the man in the T-shirt finally nodded: "It's ok."

Yan Che felt that this was just like the kind of big-name director facing a newcomer actor, choosing and experimenting with various choices.

"Three and a half pieces and one whole piece, 20." Yan Che hoarsely searched for 30 yuan and gave it to the man in the T-shirt.

"Your voice is not in the right position, so your voice is hoarse." The man took a 10 yuan card and passed it over, and signaled Yan Che to put the rest away, "Are you coming tomorrow?"

Yan Che rolled his eyes in his heart, why did his voice become like this.If I come to sing and sing tomorrow, I won’t be able to sell it, so why don’t I just eat half a steamed bun...

On the face, he just shook his head politely, pointed to his throat, and indicated that his throat was not good.

"Okay, that's good," the man pointed to a road in front of the small garden, "Then talk to me, at 8 o'clock tomorrow night, there is a coffee shop called Three Cats in front, I will wait for you there."

"My name is Wen Ge."

The author has something to say:

Yan Che is just a simple three-dimensional boy at this time~

Coming soon~