My boy group debuted to go bankrupt

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When the Johan platform of the Johnson brand chased the impatient tool man to the door, Ye Nanzhong had already loaded the musical instruments prepared by the people.

The tall white man was panting all the way running, he propped up his knees and panted fiercely, his eyes burst out with great light and stared at Ye Nanzhong, his face, which was flushed from running, was dyed more vividly by excitement, and he opened his hands excitedly He stepped forward to hug and kiss, but remembered that Ye Nanzhong didn't like this kind of etiquette that contained joy, respect, and too close a distance, so he didn't go forward in the end.

"Hey, Ye!" He was so happy that he was a little overwhelmed.

Ye Nanzhong was also taken aback by his image, but soon showed a real smile, and took the initiative to hug him, "An, long time no see."

An's face turned red all of a sudden, like a little fan who was noticed by an idol, he was so excited that he couldn't speak, only staring at Ye Nanzhong blankly with sparkling eyes.

Ye Nanzhong was slightly embarrassed by his eyes, took a step back, and patted him on the shoulder.

Ever since the competition at the CY** Music Festival, An has paid special attention to the EM Boys, and later they went to Yamato for a performance together. Namjoong and An participated in almost every song adaptation.

The more the two parties got in touch, Ye Nanzhong admired An, a very strong freelance composer who had never received formal music education but grew wildly. An already had his own style and was not suitable for entering school again. Being framed, but at the same time, An can get in touch with some music theory knowledge that he can't learn, so as to avoid detours.

Ye Nanzhong, an excellent student who had studied in foreign music conservatories in his previous life, and a pioneer with music literacy far ahead of the times, naturally assumed the role of a guide. He contributed his knowledge without hesitation, It also made An aware of other musical genres.

And An was very surprised and admiring Ye Nanzhong's rich knowledge reserves, as if any of his problems would be easily solved in the hands of the other party. A simple wandering artist, he regarded the "all-round" Ye Nan as an idol.

When the two parties separated, he was very unhappy, but because the free man was dealing with the dissolution at that time, he couldn't leave with him.Later, he stayed in the United States with Johnson. His squad leader studied and learned new knowledge, but he couldn't let go of music. After getting a street performer certificate, he would often go to the square to sell and sing, and joined a temporary underground band , with a regular job income, now in this place, is also a little famous.

There will be fans who come here specially for them in the bar where their orchestra is resident. When he performs a solo performance in the square, he can always see a few familiar audiences who stop and listen for him.

An is not like Johnson who only wants to make a lot of money and goes to learn mathematics, and wants to be a trader in a securities company in the future; An has no pursuit of life, he is like an outsider, silently wandering outside the world , only with music, even if the free man who has lived for so long is disbanded, he is in a dispensable state, and he has never shown any dissatisfaction, sadness or reluctance.

If Johnson hadn't brought him by his side, he would probably have shut himself in his room, starving himself to death by starving himself to music.

This is the most vivid expression that Johnson has seen An show in the past two years, much more vivid than An who was provoked by him and complained.

He suppressed the faint guilt in his heart, and the white and shiny boy walked over with a pair of shoes easily, and shouted narrowly, "Hey, old man, look down at your feet, do you have something?" forget?"

Ye Nanzhong and An subconsciously looked down together, and then their eyes fell on An's bare feet. Those white feet shyly curled up their toes because they were stared at.

Ye Nanzhong: "..."

An: "..."

His face suddenly turned red, he jumped back two steps in embarrassment, grabbed the shoe from Johnson's hand and threw it on the ground, and quickly stuffed his toes into it.

Johnson wanted to make a joke, but he glared at him and waved his hand embarrassingly.

Seeing the two getting along as usual, Ye Nanzhong couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and thoughtfully changed the subject, "Have you brought your street performer certificate? If you are free, can I invite the two gentlemen to cooperate again and perform? "

"Of course!" An replied impatiently.

Johnson originally wanted to refuse, but at a glance, he saw that the car was full of musical instruments, especially the two guitars.

One is a double-cutaway solid-body electric guitar from Fender, and the price is between 13 and 12 US dollars. The other is a large sunset-colored guitar from Gidson. Although it looks like a regular one, the price is also between 100 and [-] US dollars. Between [-] US dollars, that is to say, it will cost at least [-] million RMB to take down the two guitars.

The two guitars alone cost sky-high prices, let alone other musical instruments... Johnson glanced over and saw that they were all expensive brands. Ye Nan asked again, "Are you planning to open a musical instrument store and come to the United States to buy goods?"

Ye Nanzhong blinked, with an expression of "the prince doesn't know the suffering of the people", he scanned the car full of music equipment worth a suite on the second ring road of Kyoto, and said, "It's not expensive, I wanted handmade ones, but handmade ones Need to be customized, we don't have that much time."

He sighed with great regret.

Johnson: "..." Why did my eyes start to turn red and my brain started to pantothenic acid.

Ye Nanzhong could see his thoughts from his expression, he held back his smile and said deliberately, "So are you here? Maybe I will give you this guitar—"

"Come on." Before he finished speaking, Johnson nodded firmly.

He stared at the electric guitar with burning eyes, nodded again, and said in a straight voice, "We are brothers, we are brothers, let alone helping to play the guitar."

It's full of divine air...if he doesn't keep his eyes on those two guitars.

Ye Nanzhong forced himself to hold back his laughter, tilted his head and coughed.

An led the way to the Music Square where he often goes. The cart parked next to the fountain immediately attracted the attention of many people, not to mention the workers unloading those glittering, low-key and luxurious musical instruments from the cart. Make way for people to look up involuntarily.

Since this is a music square, all kinds of street performers are prevalent, and there are many people who know the goods in the crowd, who have begun to shout out the brands of those musical instruments in surprise, and some people can't help but wonder, "This is a newly opened musical instrument store Did you come here to promote it?"

After all, it is not uncommon to take out an expensive musical instrument, and an expensive instrument is indeed enough to attract hatred.

Ye Nanzhong looked at more and more people outside, and knew that half of his propaganda had been completed.

"Hey, An!" A boy with yellow hair suddenly pushed away from the crowd and came out. He was carrying a violin and had a string of more than a dozen earrings on his ears. Should have the spirit, "Why are you here? Didn't you just finish the performance today?"

As he spoke, he noticed Johnson and Ye Nanzhong. He knew Johnson. He glanced over and landed on Ye Nanzhong. He sized him up and whistled, "A good-looking oriental man."

"Martin!" An was a little displeased with his impolite behavior.

The boy named Martin frowned. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were not convinced. He glanced at Ye Nanzhong, muttered, and then said to An in a gentle tone, "There is a performance in the bar tonight. Are you really in time to start now? And if you let them know that you are actually working with someone else, they will definitely not be happy, right?"

"Don't worry about it, just take care of yourself." An became more indifferent.

"Hey!" Martin shouted dissatisfied.

Ye Nanzhong looked at the child's violin and asked, "Are you An in that orchestra now?"

"Of course not! How could I be one of their half-baked guys!" Martin almost immediately denied it, and was very displeased with Ye Nanzhong's comparison of him with the members of the band. .

Ye Nanzhong heard clearly this time, what he said was, "Oriental people, you can tell that they are like Johnson at a glance. Oh, I really don't know why An doesn't cooperate with me, and insists on helping those who are not as good as me."

This kid... is quite confident.

Ye Nan raised his eyebrows again. He is not an easy-going person. It is impossible to pretend not to hear what he heard. He looked at the child with a half-smile, and said in the same tone, "Just one look. A brat who knows nothing."

Martin was taken aback, the young man couldn't bear to be teased, and immediately exploded, glaring at him angrily, still yelling, "Am I wrong? An just likes to help the poor, you people who don't have any real materials! "

"Is there no real material? You can tell if you try it?" Johnson said and rolled his eyes. He was upset with this brat for a long time, so he switched to Chinese and said bitterly, "It's just a poor kid , You don’t know the heights of heaven and earth unless you teach him a lesson! Ye, you have to teach him the principles of life!”

Ye Nanzhong looked at him amusedly, and reminded, "You forgot, when you first saw us, you had the same attitude."

Although Johnson didn't show it like this at the time, he still commented on EM's ability between the lines, but after the competition later, he started to be a good brother and a good brother without any effort.

"What's the matter! I'm so cute, honest and kind!" Johnson boasted shamelessly.

Ye Nanzhong was amused by him, thinking that this child has learned a lot of knowledge after going to school for two years, but the more he learns, the thicker his skin becomes.

Martin was aroused, and immediately ran to the musical instrument, first put his violin on, and then picked up a guitar. After he picked it up, he found out what brand the guitar was. A piece of gold feels like holding it or putting it down.

This kid should be quite famous here, and some meddler in the crowd whistled and booed, "Martin, hurry up and hold a $12 musical instrument in your hand, hurry up and don't drop it, if it breaks, don't worry!" I can't afford it!"

"I can afford it!" Martin retorted with a blushing face. The young man roared like this, but he was obviously guilty.

He pretended to be okay and coughed, his face was full of youthful aggressiveness, his eyes were provocative, but he held the guitar in his hands honestly, for fear that it would fall to the ground, and he would apologize if it fell. I can afford it, but I will definitely go bankrupt to pay for it.

He said, "Come on, I'll let you know that my young master is a violin player, and he's even better at playing the guitar!"

He glanced at Johnson contemptuously. Johnson was about to explode, so An said in confusion, "Why do you want to compare with Johnson? Generally, those who have studied for a few years are better than him."

Johnson's music literacy is recognized as the worst in the whole group, and he has learned the simplest guitar for many years.

Johnson was stunned, feeling that he had been hit violently, and looked at An with his heart and condemnation.

An remained unmoved, and swung a fatal blow, "Am I not right?"

Johnson: "..." He thought it was a good way for his trash teammate to starve to death for music.

Martin also hesitated, looked at Ye Nanzhong at a loss, and asked hesitantly, "You, do you know the guitar?"

Ye Nanzhong was admiring Johnson's unlovable expression after being hit by An, the natural black, when he was suddenly named, raised his brows, and nodded, "I will."

"Okay, then you!" Martin plucked the strings, showing a provocative expression again, "I want to prove my strength!"

Ye Nanzhong looked at Martin with great interest. He could see that An still recognized the kid's ability. Ye Nanzhong didn't take it seriously when he was provoked by a capable kid, but the surroundings were booing. stand up.

No matter what country people are from, they all like to watch the excitement. Amidst their booing, Martin's expression became more and more arrogant. He adjusted the guitar, and immediately started playing a small piece, which was very scheming. After using some techniques, it seems extremely unclear.

After the song was over, he raised his hand and made a gesture of shooting at Ye Nanzhong.

"Boom." Martin squinted one eye and smiled wickedly, with contempt and provocation in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Ye Nanzhong frowned, laughed, rolled up his sleeves and said slowly, "OK."

This is to agree to the competition, and there is another burst of cheers around.

"Oh~" Johnson whistled while watching the excitement, and volunteered to take a small stick and stand in the middle as a conductor. An slapped the back of the head.

Ye Nanzhong picked up another guitar, tuned it, and turned up the microphone a little bit, looked at Martin, lowered his voice and said with an authentic London accent with a smile, "Kid, don't cry when you lose. "

Martin first gave Su a moment when he heard the voice from the microphone, and then glared at him furiously with red ears, "You're the one who's the kid, and you're the one who cries!"

He said that he bowed his head and strummed the strings. The intense prelude stimulated the emotions of the people around. This song is a song by an international female singer. It is widely sung because of the explosive rhythm and drumbeat. This song is used everywhere.

Ye Nanzhong also knows this song, just like some divine comedies, the prelude is very brainwashing and easy to sing along.

He raised his eyebrows, met Martin's flying gaze, and smiled in a low voice: Is the kid planning to give him a blow?interesting.

Ye Nanzhong has been very popular since his debut, and EM is the representative of quality and popularity. Except for the tit-for-tat competition with Liberty on CJYY two years ago, he has never encountered someone who would spare no effort to provoke him like this. As a person, he has been suppressed deep in his heart, and the arrogance of his instinct for music is suddenly revealed on his face.

It's a pity that Martin's youth ability is fair, comparable to that of Johnson, but he can't touch An's side, let alone Ye Nanzhong, who has been immersed in music for more than three years and has already transformed.

Ye Nanzhong changed the key of Martin's chord in the middle, and sang, "Your name was famous all over the world, hundreds of millions of fans are waiting for your summoning, and the king's visit is just such a scene..."

EM "Future" is their most popular song so far. This song alone has brought them hundreds of millions of sales. Thanks to GOD, their Asian group is not a joke , Even in Europe and the United States there are some.

As soon as Ye Nanzhong opened his mouth, someone heard it, "Oh, it's a dissGOD song."

"GOD Quan Xumin", "dissGOD" and "EM" were all kinds of comments in the crowd. The voices were obviously small, but they converged into a torrent, which successfully messed up Martin's tune.

The young man frowned slightly, and immediately wanted to grab it back, and imitated Ye Nanzhong's operation and planned to sing.

Ye Nanzhong caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of his eye, but he didn't intend to give him a chance at all. With a round of fingers, he began to change the tune again, and the music became soothing and sensational. He lowered his voice and said to the microphone, "Then this This song is a song I created for my deceased family members, it has not been released yet, and it is also the first time I have sung it in front of so many people, I hope you will like it."

"The mobile phone is on and off. I sit in front of the window sill, the wine glass shakes slightly, sleepiness seems to pass through the wall of the hole, mourning, music, hazy, sobbing. The clouds are like moon mist..."

The simple guitar harmonies set off Ye Nanzhong's beautiful timbre. His skillful singing instantly turned the cheers around him into silence as if they had pressed the pause button. They stared at the scene in a daze. The man in his early twenties sang this song with lowered eyelashes.

There was a clear and shallow smile on his face, but he became even more sad because of his hoarse voice. Even the sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves and mischievously fell on his side face, casting warm and sad mottled light and shadow.

Intense colors, the beauty makes people's nose sour.

They may not have remembered this oriental face, but they must have remembered this melody and the silence at which even the light and shadow were compromising for him at this moment.

Martin couldn't play anymore. He held the guitar and stared blankly at his opponent until he finished singing the whole song and slowly opened his eyes.

Ye Nanzhong's eyes were slightly red. The singing just now was obviously full of emotion. He smiled and thanked the microphone gently: "Thank you for listening."

These words seemed to break the magic of silence. Passers-by who were moved by the singing took out money from their pockets, walked forward, and asked, "Where should I put it?"

Ye Nanzhong was taken aback, and refused with a smile, "If you think my singing is okay, please go over there to get a brochure. I am Ye Nanzhong, a member of the Empire Mansion group from Huaguo, and we will be in China soon. China is holding a grand draft variety show "Little Superstar", yes, we are the members who came out of the first season of "Little Superstar"..."

Only strong strength can be convincing. Ye Nanzhong gave him more than a dozen brochures in a competition, and Martin also took one. He held his violin awkwardly and said, "Okay, I admit you It’s really good, but I’m not bad either!”

He blushed emphatically.

Ye Nanzhong was still very friendly to the kid who helped him start his business, and asked with a smile, "May I invite you to continue playing with us?"

Martin's eyes lit up, but he hesitated a little, "I, I'm better at the violin..."

"Of course you can play the violin." Ye Nan asked him again, "Let's try the song you started just now?"

"Okay!" Martin didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately took out his violin and put it on his neck. Johnson also quickly picked up the guitar and carried it on his back. Yes, I will accompany you!"

Martin glared at him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw An walking to the drum kit, "Can I try first?"

"You can still play drums? My God, I've never seen you play!" Johnson condemned him aggrievedly.

An wants to say that you don’t know too much. He is an all-rounder in musical instruments, but he still considers maintaining his image in front of idols. He kept silent and did not speak, and proved his ability with his own actions.

"OK."

The intense drumbeat sounded first, the sound of "dong dong" seemed to hit people's hearts, and the clear voice of the violin inserted like a song, probably because of the tension and a little abrupt, but soon the two guitars played the violin one after the other. The voice turned around and returned to its original track, sounding like a deliberate but not annoying prank by a naughty little boy.

The prelude was about to end, and the eyes of the three of them were handed over to Ye Nanzhong. Ye Nanzhong, who thought he could rest, opened his mouth helplessly, and the gorgeous English lyrics sang from his mouth. It's different, his slightly deep voice brings another kind of pleasure, and the voice of breathing is even more sexy.

At this time, Ye Nanzhong didn't know that a criminal high-resolution mobile phone in the crowd was taking pictures of his face.

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#叶南重 Street Singing Hot#

@写世世美色V: I was sent abroad to relax by the scumbag, but the bad weather forced the plane to turn back, and for some reason I couldn’t land and stop at the Kyoto airport, so I was forced to stay in Los Angeles. I was very depressed. , I never expected that when I went out, I ran into Brother Ye singing on the street in xx Music Square!Ahhhhh I can do it again!Brother Ye's voice is so fucking sexy, my legs are so weak! 【Video rmvb.】

[Fuck!This voice! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

【Brother Ye, why does this version sound so... that someone opened the network disk? 】

[! ! ! !Isn't this the music square near my school? !Ahhh, is it too late for me to go now? 】

……

Over there, Ye Nanzhong became a hot search because of the street concert, and the concert here has ended. Ye Nanzhong and the others made an appointment with Martin for tomorrow's time and place, and then boarded the car and returned to the hotel.

All the equipment was loaded on the cart, except for the Gibson guitar, which was held in Johnson's hands like a calf, touching and greedy.

Ye Nanzhong looked at him amusedly, "As for?"

"Of course it is! You don't know how poor I am now!" Johnson muttered sadly, "Since I started learning stock trading, I have lost hundreds of thousands of dollars."

"When will I get rich overnight!"

Ye Nan raised his eyebrows again, and said with a smile, "If you get rich overnight, buy a lottery ticket!"

After thinking about it, Johnson actually turned on the phone, which was talking about the winning numbers of the previous lottery. He asked seriously, "What number to buy?"

Ye Nanzhong didn't believe that he would really buy it, so he said casually, "It's my birthday, 199x1224."

“本期25选5的中奖号码19、09、0x、12、24！”

Ye Nanzhong: "..."

He took a deep breath, "I just said it casually..."

Johnson: "I don't believe it."

The author has something to say: #Please Ye Gegive me a lottery number#

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