It was already night, and Wang Shen came to a square.

The city he is now in is Jiangzhou City, which is a first-tier city in China. It is the busiest time of the night. The square is crowded with people. Wang Shen was carrying a backpack and wearing a mask, and seemed extremely cautious.

The laughter and play around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was already very hungry. When he left the house, he only collected a few pieces of bread from the refrigerator. After eating it, he had no use. Wang Shen rubbed his shriveled belly, and felt indescribable sadness in his heart for a moment.

This time travel start is really miserable.

The starry sky in consciousness is about to be extinguished. Wang Shen must light up a star as soon as possible to stop the starry sky from breaking. If Gret finds that he is alive, he will definitely not let him go. He must have the ability to protect himself.

"There is not much time left for me, how should I light up the stars?"

Just when Wang Shen was confused, he suddenly heard music coming from the front.

A group of people gathered there, some people singing, and the onlookers cheered a few times from time to time. When they approached, Wang Shen saw that the singer was a young man with glasses. He held the guitar and sang hard, and there was a shooting stand in front of him.

"Is this a live sing?" Wang Shen's eyes lit up.

The technological development of this world is almost the same as that of another world. Live broadcasts are very popular now, and it is not uncommon to have street singing live broadcasts like this.

Wang Shen sorted out his mask and approached the past. The anchor guy looked in his twenties, gentle and gentle, and his voice was gentle. After singing a song, he bursts of cheers sounded. The guy bent down politely and took off the guitar on his shoulder. He smiled and glanced at the audience around him, picked up the phone on the shooting stand, saw the barrage flashing on the screen, and responded with a smile: "Thank you for your support, please remember to pay attention to and subscribe, thank you..."

The anchor guy has tens of thousands of fans, and two or three thousand people watch every live broadcast. He smiled and communicated with his audience, feeling a little thirsty. He was about to get the mineral water placed by the roadside, but he suddenly squeezed through the crowd and came to him.

"Brother, lend your guitar to use." The person who came was Wang Shen with a mask.

The anchor guy was stunned for a moment. When he saw the audience around him start to make a fuss, he happily handed the guitar to Wang Shen and said with a smile: "Show mercy."

On the street live broadcast, occasionally when the audience is tiring and want to show it, the singer doesn't mind this kind of thing. He has enough confidence in his singing, and this situation often stirs up the live broadcast atmosphere.

As expected, barrage flashed immediately on the screen of the mobile phone, all of whom were just watching the fun and not being too serious.

Wang Shen glanced at the phone in the boy's hand, nodded with satisfaction, held the guitar in his arms, walked to the simple sound-catching device used for live broadcast, fiddled with the guitar strings a few times, and thought to himself: "It seems that there are not a few viewers, and with the people on site, my singing may gather fame and light up the stars..."

Many singers are from the streets of live broadcasts. They open the starry sky to light up the stars during the live broadcasts, and then take to a bigger stage.

"And I don't have to worry about leaking my identity with a mask now. Even if Gret saw me singing, I'm afraid I wouldn't guess it was me. After all, the original Liqi couldn't sing at all!"

Speaking of singing, Wang Shen is actually not good at playing guitar, and he is at the same level as he is a singer. But there is a song he sang in front of all the teachers and students of the school when he graduated from college. At that time, he practiced hard for three months and played and sang on the stage of the auditorium. Although the singing was not very amazing, it also won applause. It put a perfect end to Wang Shen's college time, and the song was deeply imprinted in his memory.

It was the only singing he could perform in his life...

To calm down, Wang Shen narrowed his eyes slightly and tried hard to recall the melody of the song.

Simple string sounds.

Wang took a deep breath and brewed his emotions for a moment. It was not beautiful. Even a bit rough and hoarse song slowly rang.

When you walk into this joyous field

All the dreams and thoughts on your back

All kinds of makeup on faces

No one remembers what you look like...

The audience was slightly turbulent, not because Wang Shen sang so beautifully. On the contrary, Wang Shen's singing was really average, and the level of guitar was a bit stiff. The level was clear at a glance, and some people couldn't help laughing out loud.

The live broadcaster who was holding his cell phone next to him was a little nervous before, worried that if this was sung by a master, he might not be able to get off the stage. But when Wang Shen played the prelude and the lyrics he sang, most of this mood disappeared immediately.

This is completely a half-baked level!

A total of mocking barrage was also sent out on the mobile phone screen: "That's it!?" "This guy is here to make fun of it!" "Hurry up and change to Xiao Lingling!"...

Three tours of wine you are in the corner

Singing bitter songs stubbornly

Listen to him being flooded in the hustle and bustle

You pick up the wine glass and say to yourself...

Wang Shen's singing continues.

The live broadcaster whispered to comfort the live broadcast audience, but he was savoring Wang Shen's lyrics and melody in his heart. He couldn't help but be surprised: "I have never heard of this song before. It's a new song... This guy wrote it himself? Although the singing is not very good, the quality of this song seems to be very good."

At this time, the low but powerful climax begins.

A cup to the sun, a cup to the moonlight

Awaken my yearning and gentleness

So you can fly against the wind without looking back

Don't worry about rain in your heart and frost in your eyes

A cup to the hometown, a cup to the distance

Keeping my kindness urges me to grow

So the road between the north and the south will no longer be long

The soul no longer has nowhere to be placed...

The noise around suddenly became quiet.

After the initial strangeness, Wang Shen's singing entered a state, and at the same time, some sudden touch in his heart seemed to have a sudden feeling.

Neither Wang Shen from another world nor Li Qi from this world have the ability to sing, and the singing has nothing to do with the beautiful sound, but the appeal of this song still burst out.

The time travel rebirth started with a bleak start, and he was helpless and was chased. The most important thing is that as a time traveler, he has not yet clearly remembered all the songs and novels he had heard and watched in his previous life, which was simply embarrassing to the seniors of Wen Zhuan Gong... But although his future is uncertain, he was not ready to admit defeat like this.

This feeling of loneliness, helplessness and expectation is almost completely consistent with the original artistic conception of this song, which makes his singing a little more real emotion.

The audience, who were already a little turbulent, calmed down one after another. The anchor's body became a little stiff, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. At that moment, he seemed to feel a feeling of hairiness all over his body as if he was electrocuted.

The barrage on the phone also turned into amazement: "It seems to be quite nice!?" "What kind of song is this? Who knows?" "I was shocked!"...

A cup to the past

Support my body and shoulders

Although I never believe that the mountains are high and the rivers are long

Why don't you forget life short

One cup to be free, one cup to be death

Forgive my ordinary dispels confusion

The most ridiculous person is...

The singing continued, Wang Shen's singing was spread by simple radio equipment and audio. Others gradually gathered in the square, the sound of children fighting was stopped by their parents, and the couple playing skateboard stopped and looked at it.

Everyone is listening carefully, as if they are fascinated by this simple and literary melody lyrics and cannot extricate themselves.

When the song stopped, a little melancholy arose in Wang Shen's heart. He bent down slightly at the mobile phone in the live broadcaster's hand: "A song to relieve sorrow, give it to everyone."

The name of this song is Xiaochou.

Just as Wang Shen said this name, a star quietly lit up in the dark night sky in his consciousness, emitting a faint but stubborn light.

That is the star that represents the song "Sweetness".

The song itself gathers fame and lights up the stars, so even if Wang Shen wears a mask and does not say his name to the audience, as long as the song name is reported, he can light up the stars!

"Successful... Finally, before the starry sky broke, the new stars were lit up!" Wang Shen was surprised. He looked at the quiet audience around him again, returned the guitar to the already dull live broadcaster, and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and left.

The guy suddenly woke up, quickly ended the live broadcast, packed up his guitar and other equipment, and chased Wang Shen who had already left the square.

"Brother, wait..."

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Chapter completed!