The arrogant emperor, strong spoils!

To Wendy's surprise, the man didn't read the music when he played and sang the song!

God, it's only one day. He memorized the guitar score? Have you memorized the lyrics??

Wendy secretly lamented that there was indeed a day outside the world.

If it were her, even if she could recite it, she might not be able to play so naturally.

When the man finished singing the last word, the accompaniment suddenly stopped, his hands tightly grasped the microphone stand, his body trembled slightly, and he burst into tears.

A big man burst into tears in the center of the square.

Seeing this scene, passers-by stopped to watch.

Some people secretly smiled, others were wondering, why did the man suddenly cry?

Wendy also had some doubts in her heart, but she was more shocked.

What did she understand.

He walked over, raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder.

The man looked up slowly, wiped a tear and saw her face clearly, "what's the matter with you?"

"Did you write that song just now?" Wendy asked him bluntly.

The man was stunned, suddenly opened his eyes and nodded very hard.

"I wrote it. How do you know I wrote it? I, I thought no one would believe me. No, I must be dreaming. No one could believe me... "

The man said a lot to himself, first surprise, then self denial, and finally fell into deep despair.

Wendy felt that he was a little connected with himself. She withdrew her hand and interrupted, "do you write any other songs?"

Finally someone believed him. The man was very excited. "Yes, I wrote a lot of songs. I just wrote that song two years ago. I've kept the songs written in the past two years. Do you want to listen? I'll sing it to you. "

Wendy smiled and shook her head. Her eyes jumped over him and looked at the dirty luggage behind him.

"Pack up your things and I'll take you to a place."

"Ah?" The man was stunned and couldn't react.

Wendy smiled and said, "songs that haven't been published can be sung in such a crowded place and can easily be stolen. How about we sing in a quiet place?"

When the girl smiled, her eyes turned into a crescent moon, and a little clean star shone at the bottom of her clear eyes.

With such pure eyes, the man looked in a trance and nodded subconsciously.

Seeing that he had promised, Wendy went behind him and helped lift a heavy snake skin bag.

Suddenly remembered something, turned back and asked him, "by the way, I don't know your name."

The man replied, "my name is Jiao Yang."

"Jiao Yang, good name." Wendy smiled and tried to lift the snakeskin bag, but the weight of the snakeskin bag exceeded her imagination and couldn't carry it.

Seeing this, Jiao Yang quickly walked over, "I'll do it myself. These are all my possessions."

"Don't you have no home?" Wendy raised her eyebrows.

Jiao Yang didn't reply. His face was as calm as the lake. It seemed that he had acquiesced.

Wendy couldn't help but step back and sighed with infinite emotion that there were too many shadows of her on this man.

When she was very young, she once wandered around with human traffickers carrying large and small bags of snake skin bags.

She has a deep understanding of this wandering life.

Jiao Yang packed all his luggage. He hung bags from his hands to his arms. He looked very hard. It is estimated that the bus will not accept passengers like him.

Wendy couldn't bear it. She just called back to the company and asked someone to drive her special car.