film world traveler

"Hahaha...it made me laugh to death...hahaha..."

In the distance, a lean man was leaning forward happily, busy patting his thigh with his right hand, and holding a camera with his left hand pointing forward. The hand did not tremble at all, and was very steady.

Wang Li said disdainfully: "What's so funny? Isn't it just that I didn't pick it up?"

"Uh-huh."

Wang Bo cleared his throat, with a smile still hanging on his lips, "No, the young man carrying the guitar is wearing all famous brands. Even the bag on his back is from a famous foreign brand, which is rare in China."

"If that woman hadn't made the first move, I would have wanted to kill him, but I didn't expect that, haha... She was actually a poor person, and she didn't make a penny from her hard work."

"You still want to steal in such a holy place, and you are not afraid of retribution?" Wang Li said angrily.

"I don't believe in fate. If you are a wolf, you are destined to eat meat!"

Wang Bo curled his lips, "Who else asked him to dress so ostentatiously for fear that others wouldn't see it? Doesn't this mean he doesn't take me, a thief and a wolf, seriously?"

"Fuck you Mad, get out!"

Wang Li hated that iron could not become steel, so she dropped the words and left.

...

"Poor, me?"

Even if a thief looks down on me, does Wang Fatian have any justice? Chen Jun felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.

Walking to the bottom of the mountain, there are many large open spaces, and people from the surrounding area also park their cars here. It is a good place.

As he said, Chen Jun picked up a piece of white limestone from the surroundings and wrote on the ground: "I checked my eyes, you are the person I want to meet!"

It is rewritten in English again. The high-quality bilingual style in Chinese and English and the fresh style are enough to capture many young literary and artistic people, both Chinese and foreign, who come to Tibetan areas to cleanse their souls.

He didn't want to write anything, such as passing by here and running out of money due to ++++ reasons, asking for your help...it was too boring.

Putting his sun hat in front of the literary slogan, Chen Jun took out his guitar from his guitar bag.

He started practicing guitar from the university club. To be honest, his skills are not that advanced. He is just a hobbyist who performs on stage at university art evenings.

In terms of song selection, since there is no suspense in choosing "Love Song of the West Sea" in Tibetan areas, the fact that this song has endured for a long time has proved the love of people across the country for it, and even the big guys have come out to cover it, which shows its charm.

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I strummed the strings slightly to warm up, and the crisp and beautiful string sounds attracted some attention.

"Huh?"

Xiaoye, who had just come down the mountain, followed the sound and looked over with a lollipop in his mouth, "That boy is so poor that he wants to play the piano and sing for a living? Hehe."

Chen Jun looked into the distance with concentration:

Since you left, I have lost my tenderness.

Waiting on this snowy mountain road is long,

Hearing the howling of the cold wind still...

The melancholy singing slowly ripples the melancholy. The slight cold wind blows, and the lonely figure standing becomes more and more affectionate and desolate.

The blue sky, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the winding road, and the howling north wind all turned into deep thoughts.

In an instant, Xiaoye got goosebumps all over his body, and the hand holding the lollipop remained motionless, silently stunned.

I can't see the wind blowing across my face like a knife,

Can’t wait until the West Sea and the sky are blue,

Silently talking about the vast plateau...

The voice is not that vicissitudes of life, but it has true feelings that come from the heart.

Remember you promised me,

You won't let me miss you,

But you follow the migratory birds returning south and fly so far,

Love is like a kite with its string broken,

I can't hold back the promise you made...

The charm of a good song is naturally irresistible, not to mention that the song has not been created yet.

Some people stopped and chose to walk forward, looking at the white slogans on the ground, smiling softly with the corners of their mouths raised, and an image of someone who was as hurt by love as themselves was instantly sketched in their mind.

Others, even if they don't have such deep emotions, feel that this song fits the sentiment of Tibetan areas very well.

Xiaoye was the first to throw money in, which was only ten yuan. After the first one, there will naturally be a second one.

"Wang Li, look, what are so many people doing over there?" Wang Bo was eager to give it a try.

"Would you like to listen to this song quietly?" Wang Li was stunned, looking a little touched.

Wang Bo listened for a while and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that poor boy to have such talent, but he just couldn't sing the full flavor of this song."

"That's better than you!"

Wang Li trotted over to listen to the song, and saw Wang Bo following suit, "If you can't control it here, don't blame me for falling out with you!"

...

After singing three times in a row, there were more and more people around, but they all stood apart and listened quietly without making any noise to disturb me.

The hat was almost filled with all kinds of banknotes, and there were more than a dozen green US dollar bills. Chen Jun looked over and saw several foreigners standing aside to admire them. Suddenly, he saw Wang Li next to him, the impressive person in the movie.

The profound heroine put a red banknote into the hat, and he nodded lightly.

"Young man, please sing another one." A middle-aged couple shouted.

Immediately afterwards, many people were still not satisfied and shouted to sing again. Chen Jun was very service-minded and paid the clerk to sing twice more.

Now the new audience asked to sing again. Chen Jun was a little bored and said, "Let's change the song. Let's sing an English song, "Free Loop" for everyone."

This is one of the few European and American love songs that he can play and sing. It is also a lyrical song that he likes very much. It can be regarded as a bonus with US dollar bills.

The song was only sung twice, and there were more than a dozen US dollar bills on the ground. Chen Jun ignored the few requests to sing again, bowed in thanks and closed the stall.

He took the hat, red and green, and sorted out the banknotes one finger wide. There were about three to five thousand in total.

"Handsome guy suddenly got rich. How much have you received?"

Chen Jun raised his eyes and saw that it was Xiaoye, and he didn't hesitate, "There should be three or four thousand people!"

"Show me, I've never seen so much money before?"

Xiaoye smiled slyly, and his slender fingertips were about to touch the edge of the hat, as fast as a gust of wind.

Chen Junna could still let her succeed. His arms shook slightly, and his hat and the banknotes inside seemed to have turned around.

"Didn't you just say that I'm poor? Are you interested in this little money?"

Xiao Ye opened her mouth slightly, looked Chen Jun up and down, and smiled in surprise, "I caught my eye, I didn't expect that he is a master, and he has both talent and appearance."

Chen Jun smiled quietly.

"Ah, I lost my phone!"

"There is a thief."

The figure who was gradually leaving suddenly let out a shout, and the unconscious person immediately touched something on his body.

"I lost my phone too."

"Me too!"

The three people shouted in unison, and Chen Jun turned his attention to Xiaoye.

"I didn't do this, I'm right next to you." Xiaoye raised his head and looked at Chen Jun.

Indeed, Chen Jun thought, since it was not her, it should be Wang Bo next to Wang Li.

In front of the road, Wang Li heard the voice coming from behind. She shook Wang Bo away with her hand, turned around and glared, "Sooner or later you will suffer retribution!"

"Handsome guy, what should we do now?" Xiaoye asked curiously.

“Cold salad!”

After speaking, Chen Jun found three owners of lost mobile phones and wanted to replenish their mobile phone money. Anyway, it was enough.

"No, it's not your fault, the phone is not worth much..."

Two of them rejected Chen Jun, and the other took six hundred and said it was half the price of old money.

Chen Jun couldn't laugh or cry, and had to admit that at this time, the people who could come to Tibetan areas were kind and simple, and most of them were rich.

"Why did you give it to someone? You didn't steal it?" Xiaoye noticed Chen Jun's behavior.

“If you earn too much, you can’t spend it and you can’t take it with you.”

Xiaoye: "..."

"You can give it to me, I'm happy to have it."

"You?" Chen Jun smiled happily.

Xiaoye was immediately angry and left. He also packed up his things and left without seeing the group of people five hundred meters away from him.

"Uncle Li, I've already touched it."

Xiaoye walked over briskly, got close and whispered into the ear of the middle-aged man named Uncle Li: "...This is the situation."

Uncle Li nodded, "Well done."

A burly man next to him said, "Three to five thousand is worth a shot. Uncle Li, let me cut him."

"You?" Xiaoye glanced up and down at the person, "Just you, bring the food."

"Who are you talking to? Big or small. Do you have the right to interrupt me when I'm talking to Uncle Li?"

Xiaoye suddenly stood up.

"That's enough, are there any rules?"

"Second brother, please open your horizons and don't always hold on to the small gains in front of you."

"What is the most expensive thing in the 21st century is talent!"

“What’s more, it’s a matter of merging talents from China and the West!”