Me, the big brother of society! Get clean by pampering little potatoes

The night was dim, and the crowd around Su Huaqiang on the roadside of Central Street did not have the hustle and bustle of the previous applause and applause, only silently listening to the young man's almost whispering voice.

The glass of the merchant not far away is covered with fog, and there are still guests in the house who have not left, pushing cups and changing lamps, talking and laughing.

The street lamps outside were paved with snow that had not yet melted, making the night a little brighter.

Jiang Xiaoyan's mouth opened slightly, and she was a little surprised by the style of this song.

Su Huaqiang just sang a few words, she couldn't deduce what this song meant, but she only felt that her chest was a little stuffy, and she felt the cold of the night wind to her heart between breaths.

The old man smoking in the distance lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly.

The young man holding the guitar suddenly sped up the movement of the strings.

The

singing voice opened to the loudest sound through the sound, shattering the snow on the trees next to it, and also shattering the silence of the night.

"Thirty years of living like this !!".

"Until the building collapses, !!

".

"The darkness in the depths of the clouds!

The

young man's hoarse and high-pitched voice stopped abruptly and was replaced by the sound of the small instrument hanging around his neck.

Whimpering, mournful but not sad.

The old man snuffed out his cigarette.

This voice is like a scene he still can't forget more than 20 years ago.

The

chimney that had been working for decades collapsed with a bang.

Hundreds of laid-off workers stared silently at the dust, while he looked at the group of workers from afar.

Then, the dust filled the air, and everything in the world returned to silence ......

The voices of young people continue.

"At the octagonal counter ~ crazy people's mall ~

Buy a fake

gun with a fake banknote~~

Defend her life ~ until the edifice collapses ~~

The night covers the Northeast Plain ~ sorrow soaks her face ~~~".

The young man sang this song very vaguely, but the old man finally understood it.

Counterfeit money, fake guns, ......

In the northern heavy industry cities, they have experienced the changes of the times, and then experienced the pains of changing from a planned economy to a market economy

Those who have been forgotten or abandoned are angry and ...... lost

The old man has been through those, so he understands better than anyone else.

But it is precisely because of such an almost decisive dedication that there is a prosperous present.

This young man is talking ...... for the city of Northeast China, or for the people who have experienced all of it

"Living in experience until the edifice collapses ~~ 10,000 loose horses ~ running in his mind!

He lived like this for 30 years~~ until the building collapsed~~ 10,000 loose horses ran in his mind!

I have lived like this for 30 years~~ until the building collapses~~ The darkness in the depths of the clouds has submerged the landscape in my heart!".

The young man's voice rose again, and his voice almost roared through the night sky of the central street, and the jade was broken and ...... white

The old man lifted his reddish eyes.

In the crowd, the elderly locals were silent or bowed their heads to wipe their tears.

A song that can make them so.

The old man naturally understands, and Jiang Xiaoyan seems to understand whether he understands ...... or not

............

After singing this song, Su Huaqiang took off his guitar and returned it to the wandering singer as if he had suddenly lost all interest.

There was no cheering from the crowd this time, only bursts of applause.

Su Huaqiang smiled far-fetchedly, and then felt a little cold on his face.

I looked up and found ...... It turned out to be snowing.

At this time, the previous strength of the wine seems to have completely come up.

Su Huaqiang felt that his head was heavy, he beckoned the little secretary over, said a few words, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Michelle Cheung nodded, and then told Jiang Xiaoyan that it was quite late, everyone went to the hotel to rest, and at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, we would continue with everyone.

Jiang Xiaoyan glanced at Su Huaqiang with some concern, and nodded in a rare way.

So, after greeting Su Huaqiang and others, these southern tourists left.

At the end of the song, people are scattered.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and the old man returned to the small iron pot stew restaurant he run.

There were only a few spectators left, still gathered around the street singer.

Instead of rushing to sing, the street singer picked up his phone.

Only then did I find that the live broadcast room, which used to have only a few dozen viewers, is now being watched by thousands of people.

Not only did he receive a lot of tips, but even the barrage in the live broadcast room was discussing the song just now.

[It's so good to sing, is it sung by the anchor?].

[Won't they all be original?] I haven't heard either song. 】

[Especially the first song, it has a northeastern taste, it's so lively!].

[But I think it's still the second song that is good.] 】

[The second song, forget the second song, I think it's pretending to be hypocritical, I don't know what to do!].

【............】

The local wandering singer, who was also old, pursed his lips.

Facing the camera, he explained, "The two songs just now were sung by a passerby.

And also...... If you think the second song is pretending to be hypocritical, ask the older generation in the family, what's going on with the laid-off tide, right?"

After saying this, he didn't use the heat to ask for gifts.

Instead, he said hello to the fans and turned off the live broadcast directly.

He also experienced that era, and when he thought of the current economic level ......of the Northeast, he was a little panicked

............

Inside the restaurant where the iron pot is stewed.

The old man took off his coat and returned to the counter.

muttered, "Su Dinghuang, this old rascal...... But there is a different grandson. "

Su Dinghuang is Su Huaqiang's deceased grandfather and the founder of Qiangsheng Group.

In the Northeast, there are only ......a handful of people who dare to call Su Dinghuang an old hooligan