Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 85 Katyusha
"Anything but money."

Lu Mingfei said.

"See what you have, see if I want it."

"It's a coincidence."

Gao Ponytail squinted and smiled.

His smile is really pretty.

Where did Lu Mingfei see such a sentence before, it was used to describe a person, and it said "this person has a clean smile and bright eyes".

At that time, he thought, please, where do you think this is, novels or anime, and no aliens hand out transformation devices, who can have glowing eyes, please respect science, brother.

But seeing this person today, Lu Mingfei thought of this sentence for no reason.

"Smile clean, eyes bright"

It turns out that ordinary people can see light without using a transformation device or a Digimon machine.

Like a happy cat that ate a small fish and then took a nap, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the sun shining through the screen window with specks of light. Just the kitten's eyes like glass beads, exactly the same as the one with the high ponytail.

"I happen to have no money"

Said proudly like a cat with a high ponytail.

Wait, what is it to be proud of not having money?
"Don't sell it yet, the boss will look for it."

As he spoke, he frantically flipped through his pockets.

This windbreaker seems to have a special design, with four pockets on the front, but more inside, Lu Mingfei saw him take out a lot of strange things.

Like a train ticket stub, an unknown wine bottle cap, a starfish-like stone, a dehydrated shriveled leaf, a small bag of dust in a transparent package.

Lu Mingfei thinks it's really interesting, these things can only be regarded as rubbish in the eyes of most people, maybe they have never even glanced at them when they are dropped by the side of the road, but looking at Gao Ponytail's cautious attitude, it seems that these things in the eyes of others are rags to him. A priceless treasure.

"Should I use these instead?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, I can't give this."

"This doesn't work either."

He grumbled and ran his gloved hands through his hair irritably.

Lu Mingfei noticed that on a day in May, this man covered himself tightly. Apart from his face and neck, even his hands were wrapped in brown leather gloves that covered half of his forearm. What a strange person.

It's obviously just some junk that no one will pick up when you throw it on the side of the road, why is it so difficult to choose.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Soon he also reacted.

He himself doesn't live in such a big palace, but he likes thatched cottages.

Don't be too presumptuous.

Lu Mingfei said to himself.

The high ponytails picked them up one by one, looked them over and over in front of their eyes, wrinkled their faces and shook their heads, and put them back into their pockets one by one.

His clothes are also interesting, so a lot of sundries can be packed in a short while, and it doesn't look bloated. If someone wants to wander or travel, it's easy to wear this one, and you don't need to bring a suitcase.

In the end, how much he took out, and how much he put back, one piece fell.

"This is, show me your collection?"

"hey-hey."

Gao Ponytail smiled embarrassedly.

The hand that subconsciously touched the back of his head touched the guitar case.

"Have it!"

He said.

"Let me sing a song for you, boss."

Without waiting for Lu Mingfei to agree, the man hurriedly took off the box and opened it, took out the guitar again, put it on his lap, and threw the box at his feet.

"Is there anything you want to hear?"

Gao Mawei looked forward to seeing Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei gave him the Maza to sit on, and heard a joyful thank you, and words like "The boss is really a good man and he will live a long life".

"Order a song."

Lu Mingfei thought about it.

"Let's start with what you are good at."

"okay!"

Gao Ponytail strummed the strings twice, listened attentively, tuned a few more times, then cleared his throat, before singing, he was already smiling like a sunflower.

"It's Katyusha, I wish the boss all wishes come true and business is booming!"

This person also knows how to say auspicious words before singing, which is interesting.

There was a stream of people coming and going, and seeing a good-looking girl here who was singing with a guitar bigger than his body, she slowed down if she was not in a hurry, and was going to listen to something strange.

There are also quite a few people singing on Ziyang Street, but they are mainly at night. It is so hot during the day, and there are not as many people at night.

After a while, the melody of the guitar, and the sonorous singing of the high ponytail.

It's hard to imagine that such a soft, waxy and warm voice is not out of harmony when singing songs like Katyusha.

The high ponytail has a special temperament. He always smiles like the Apollo god in Greek mythology. Even frowning makes people feel cute. Unlike Lu Mingfei's calmness, he seems to completely ignore the suffering of the world and Keep the challenge in mind, maybe when suffering comes, you will enthusiastically ask a question with your guitar on your shoulders.

"Want to listen to music?"

The songs sung from such a population naturally carry the power to infect people.

"Katyusha stood on that pretty shore, her singing sounded like a bright spring."

At some point, an old man in a camouflage vest stood still. His thin body due to his aging was straight, listening to the high ponytail singing quietly, his withered lips were tightly pressed like the cold The winter comrades in arms left their bodies on the snow and couldn’t take them away. Er Gouzi was so tightly stuck to the snow that he couldn’t pull them out. I still remember what the squad leader said at that time.

"Don't pull it out, if you pull it out again, the ankle will be broken."

The old man sniffed.

"He is singing about his beloved, and he still hides his lover's letter."

"O song, girl's song, fly away with the bright sun!"

"To the soldiers on the far frontier, convey Katyusha's greetings."

The high ponytail swayed slightly.

When he sings, he looks far, far away.

Seems to see someone.

Obviously singing with a smile, but listening to it makes me want to cry.

Several young men who stopped were already silently wiping their tears.

The girl who was with them tugged at her sleeve in confusion, and asked what was wrong in a low voice.

"Do you know what it means to lose a generation in a war?"

The man explained gently.

"The regular army is out of the reserve, and the reserve is out of the Boy Scouts."

"A military parade on Red Square, they walked past that man, went down and went to the battlefield."

"Katyusha."

The man thought softly again.

Some people are still popularizing the background of this song.

"In that icy and snowy war, there was a lack of supplies and armaments. The enemy's armored tanks were in front, and their homes were behind them. There was no way to retreat."

"The soldiers sang Katyusha, they sang it when they were resting, they sang it before going to bed, and they sang it when they charged."

"They can't retreat."

"Only the beloved girl is left behind."

"How can I retreat?"

After a song was sung, there was no sound, and Gao Ponytail strummed the strings silently. Finally, no one knew who was the first to applaud, and then the applause was like a wave.

The old man came over and gave a formal military salute to Gao Ponytail.

Gao Ponytail got up in a hurry, and returned the gift.

"Thank you."

The old man was in tears.

"Girl."

Gao Ponytail opened his mouth and smiled again.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

PS: Katyusha is really nice.

(End of this chapter)