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Chapter 58 Street Vendor
Zhang Qiyang didn't know that Li Xuan's mother was a hawker in the fishing village market.

The original owner only knew that Li Xuan was from the Penghu Islands, a girl from a fishing village, and her real name was Li Xiuhua.

Fortunately, the original owner only revealed Li Xuan's real name, not Li Xuan's background.

In fact, the original owner didn't just hate street vendors, he hated them all.

He even hated his father, thinking that his father was a blood-sucking capitalist.

He also hated himself, hated himself for being so "hard-fated"!
Ever since his mother passed away, the original owner felt that everything in this world was disgusting.

It wasn't until Zhang Qiyang came that he realized that he was disgusting himself, even the way of death was so disgusting.

Now that his mentality has changed, Zhang Qiyang certainly doesn't hate street vendors anymore.

When he was in school, in order to earn pocket money, he set up a stall on the overpass to sell socks, and he himself worked as a street vendor.

At this time, Qin Xueyang pushed him to a moral low point.

Zhang Qiyang took a sip of Coke, smiled and said to her: "Can you stop slandering me all the time? What do you mean I hate street vendors? I hate everyone, okay! Including my father, I hate them all. And you glamorous Beautiful artists, I hate them even more, I think you are all hypocritical bitches. Don’t be angry (Li Xuan), I didn’t point at you in particular, I used to be cynical, I was world-weary, the whole world was in my eyes It's disgusting, I entered the entertainment industry to disgust all of you."

Li Xuan and Chen Ke were speechless, they suddenly realized that the young man in front of them was so perverted!
But they seemed to be able to understand Zhang Qiyang's mood.

Although he didn't know how important Zhang Qiyang's mother was to him, he believed that the death of Zhang Qiyang's mother must have dealt a devastating blow to this young master.

"But it's okay now, I've recovered, I don't hate anyone now. It's reflected in my writing, it just allows me to open up a new style of music that I haven't tried before."

Li Xuan asked curiously, "What new style?"

Qin Xueyang also asked: "The new style of "New Shit"? Use the rhythm and melody to scold people?"

Zhang Qiyang gave Qin Xueyang a disdainful look, and said, "I must have owed you a lot of money in my previous life."

Chen Ke was also very interested in Zhang Qiyang's talk about creation, and asked: "Young Master Yang, don't be interrupted by this stinky girl all the time. What kind of new style do you think you have developed now?"

Zhang Qiyang pretended to be profound: "Now I will try to write some works in the style of popular Popism."

Li Xuan knew the pop style, but had never heard of the popular pop style, so she asked: "Is this a super-realistic ironic and rebellious style?"

"Realistic, but not ironic. I hope to write some songs like this, not satirical or rebellious about reality, but just observing the world we live in as ordinary people. This kind of work is best to make us suddenly realize something existence, but these things we are accustomed to are often overlooked by us.”

Qin Xueyang said in a daze: "Please speak Mandarin."

"You may not understand me when I say this, but you will know when I sing you a song of this style."

Zhang Qiyang pointed to the guitar box standing beside the sofa: "Then can I use the guitar?"

Li Xuan said expectantly: "Yes, you can use it."

Zhang Qiyang went over and took out the guitar.

This is a very high-end folk guitar, with a light tap on the box surface, the solid resonance feedback of porcelain instantly shows the value of this guitar.

"Ha, it's a bit of a waste to play such a good guitar and sing pop pop style works. For this kind of song, you should use a broken guitar that lives on the street, and the singer should have sand in his hair and a The simplicity and vicissitudes that are reddened by the sun should have a thorough and happy gaze that is good at observing life."

Zhang Qiyang was dumbfounded by the three of them.

Qin Xueyang wiped the fried sauce from his mouth, and urged: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and sing."

"Now that we're talking about street vendors, let me sing a song about street vendors. I just wrote it recently, and I haven't named it yet. Now that I think about it, I might as well call it "Wandering the Streets with Vendors" gone."

Qin Xueyang complained: "It's a mouthful."

"The melody of this song is very realistic, you have to be mentally prepared."

After Zhang Qiyang finished speaking, he strummed the strings, without leaving any buffer for others, and started singing directly!

What he sang was "Wandering the Streets with the Vendors" by the otherworldly folk musician "Bearing Work":
"...we don't sing about the ideals of life, count the tickets on the side of the dusty road, put the dusty tickets in our pockets, and ride the electric tricycle on the road..."

"...Get up at three o'clock in the morning, rush to the wholesale market, and light a cigarette in the cold mist..."

"...the scenery on the side of the road, pedestrians and vehicles, in fact, every day, life seems to be stuck like this..."

Qin Xueyang and Chen Ke, the more they listened to this song, the more strange it became. What is it about?It's too ordinary!It is incomparable to "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze"!
Chen Ke has always suspected that there is a team behind Zhang Qiyang supporting his creation, but she believes that this song must have been written by Zhang Qiyang himself.

Zhang Qiyang sings more realistically the further he sings:
"...the frying pan in the morning smoked, and the people who bought fried dough sticks talked softly with me. Today's tomatoes are so fresh, and today's cherries are so sweet..."

"...The newspapers are always talking about stock wars and insurance. I just want to see the answer to yesterday's riddle..."

"...that nagging grandma, she never appeared again, but there is a young girl who opened a new tofu shop opposite..."

"...You go after your complicated success and fame, and we come to sell our simple years and lives..."

The foothold of the song is quite suggestive, but after listening to the whole song, both Qin Xueyang and Chen Ke found it so plain and strange.

It’s no wonder they have such senses. This song requires many people to sing together to have a sense of momentum. It’s best if everyone in the vegetable market sings in a big chorus. It’s absolutely shocking!
With only one voice and one guitar, Zhang Qiyang wanted to sing this song with the taste of pop popism, which is quite difficult.

But when Li Xuan heard it, she felt very cordial.

She grew up in a fishing village, and spent half of her childhood in the vegetable market, and the people she dealt with the most during her childhood were the vendors in the vegetable market.

Many scenes in the song sung by Zhang Qiyang are not the scenes of the vegetable market in the fishing village when she was a child, but the simple and real atmosphere made Li Xuan feel the same way.

After listening to such a super-realistic work, Li Xuan suddenly missed her carefree childhood life, and thought of those shrewd or vulgar but very kind hawker uncles and aunts in the vegetable market.

The last sentence in Zhang Qiyang's song gave Li Xuan an enlightening thought.

She came to the big city chasing complex success and fame, while those peddlers continued to sell their simple life and years.

Zhang Qiyang didn't ask which of them had a happier life in the song, just like he sang in the first line of the opening sentence, he didn't sing about the ideal of life.

Li Xuan thought about such a question by herself.

At the moment when Chen Ke and Qin Xueyang were both in a daze, Li Xuan deeply understood the mystery of Zhang Qiyang's popular pop songs.

Looking at Zhang Qiyang with bright eyes, his eyes were full of tenderness and approval, as well as a strange feeling.

This strange feeling is not because of the good feelings between men and women, but because she is very curious, how can a super rich man like Zhang Qiyang, who is born in a noble family, disregards grains, and does not know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt, write such plain and realistic works?

This guy is really amazing.

After this song, Li Xuan's impression of Zhang Qiyang changed dramatically.

So much so that sleeping and tossing and turning in bed that night, what Li Xuan thought about was not about Zhang Qiyang saving her, but about Zhang Qiyang's hawker song.

This song touched her more than the most emotional love songs. Zhang Qiyang's magical melody and voice lingered in her mind for a long time. The situation is obviously not as good as before.

During the final rehearsal on Saturday afternoon, Li Xuan actually sang a broken note. This has never happened before. This is not a good omen.

Fortunately, this week is a special Cantonese performance for Xiangjiang singer Zhou Delin. The audience is all Cantonese. It is very difficult for other singers to win Zhou Delin's single-week championship. hope.

Apart from Zhang Qiyang, it seems that no other singer has plans for this week's championship.

Everyone is well aware of the arrangement of the program group. There is a Cantonese-only show, and Cantonese-speaking audiences are invited to be the judges. There is no SMS voting session yet. This idiot can predict that this week's champion is none other than Zhou Delin.

Only Zhang Qiyang was still working hard arrogantly.

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(End of this chapter)