Chapter 899 "Sorrow"

   Granny Jiang did not go out with them after all.

  Yunkuo, Yan Tao and Qin Zong walked out of the hospital.

  Usually there is a square next to the hospital, as is the military hospital.

  Three equally good men walked on the street, attracting the attention of many people. The pedestrians frequently looked sideways, and their eyes were full of surprises.

  The distance of the broad cloud trail is like a distant mountain Qingdai that is generally unattainable.

  Qin Zong is cold and arrogant, as cold as a pool of ice and snow, with a compelling noble temperament in the cold and arrogant.

   Yantao's eyes were slightly raised, he walked slowly between the two men, a light smile hung on the handsome face of the young man, like a demon.

  The three people attracted almost everyone's attention on the street.

  Many people are walking, dancing, singing, and singing on the square. Yan Tao noticed that there was a street singer who was crowded in the distance.

  The singer is a young man in his early 20s, wearing a cap and sitting on a chair, playing and singing.

  His voice is low and slightly nice, and he bows to the audience to express his gratitude after singing a song.

  Even though, there is only one person who listens to him singing.

  Master Yan's peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and stood in front of him casually: "Can you sing "Sorrow"?"

  Sorrow?

  The singer nodded, and sat back on the chair without speaking much, playing and singing.

   Stubbornly singing a bitter song,

  Listen to him being drowned in the hustle and bustle,

  You pick up the wine glass and say to yourself,

  A cup of respect to the morning sun, a cup of respect to the moonlight,

   aroused my yearning, and softened the cold window.

  The singer’s slightly muffled singing sounded all over the corner of the square. Yan Tao put his left hand in his trouser pocket and stood lazily on his side, closing his eyes slightly.

  The singer’s voice is not very good, but there is a pure and clean voice in his singing.

  It is like a mountain stream gurgling, and you can see the pebbles and rain hidden under the stream.

  Although I never believed, the so-called high mountains and long rivers, life is short, why not forget, a cup of respect for freedom, a cup of respect for death. Forgive my ordinaryness and dispel the confusion.

  The singer lowered his head slightly, playing and singing, seeming to be caught in the world of his singing.

  After singing a song, the singer stood up and bowed in the direction of Yan Tao and the others.

  Young Master Yan took a step forward and glanced at him casually: "Do you want to be a professional singer?"

  The wandering young singer raised his head slightly. Although it was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who asked him, he nodded seriously.

  Maybe my singing skills are not good enough, and my skills need to be polished, but I believe that one day I will stand on a stage that is highly anticipated and sing for everyone.

  Master Yan smiled, he took out his cell phone and dialed the number of the director of Seven Seas Company.

  An extremely warm greeting came from the other end of the phone: "Master Yan, have you had dinner?"

  Young Master Yan smiled and said, "I have eaten it. I have something trivial here. I would like to ask your husband for help."

   "It's okay if Master Yan has something to say straight. As long as I can help, it doesn't matter."

   "That won't be enough," Young Master Yan glanced at the young singer opposite, smiled and said, "I have a friend here who wants to be a singer. Can you give me a chance?"

  He pondered for a moment, and then he said, “It’s not that I don’t want to help, Master Yan. It’s just that our company is taking a boutique route. I wonder how your friend’s singing skills are?”

  (End of this chapter)