Translator: Alfredo Poutine Soup Editor: DesTheSloth
It was so dark that Cheng Yiran couldn't see who they were . . . whether they were acquaintances or not . But curiosity drove him to sit down on one seat in the sofa . . . He could only make out that the one sitting down was a man .
"Who are you . . . " Cheng Yiran frowned .
"A businessman who can sell you anything . " Luo Qiu was looking at Cheng Yiran . Different from Cheng Yiran, Luo Qiu could see everything clearly in this room even without light .
"A businessman?" Cheng Yiran sank into deep thought with his head lowered .
"Look . " Luo Qiu said lightly .
Cheng Yiran raised his head up and saw something terrifying happening on the table in front of him .
He saw the man stretching his hands over the table and the fragments of his guitar appeared . It was the guitar he smashed due to the quarrel with Hong Guan .
Cheng Yiran picked up one piece of the fragment . . . It had a Chinese character carved onto it, Hai .
"Is that yours?"
"Yes . " Cheng Yiran nodded and then frowned, "Is there some sort of mechanism? Or . . . fine, I have no time to see your magic . What's more, I don't know you at all . "
"Is this . . . also a magic?" Luo Qiu snapped his fingers .
Cheng Yiran saw the fragment pieces in his hands floating in the air as well as the other fragments . They combined and reunited into one complete guitar and fell into Cheng Yiran's hands finally .
It was amazing . Cheng Yiran rubbed his eyes and tried to play the guitar .
"This feeling . . . It's my guitar!" Cheng Yiran raised his head up, "How did you do that!"
"What do you want?" Luo Qiu asked, "And, will you be willing to pay for your dream?"
"I . . . "Cheng Yiran opened his mouth and held his guitar tightly, "I . . . I . . . "
"It seems that you haven't decided yet . " Luo Qiu smiled, "That's fine . We will wait for you and welcome you any time . " Luo Qiu stood up and pretended to leave .
Cheng Yiran shouted at him, "Hold on . . . please!"
"Anything else?"
"This . . . guitar . . . " Cheng Yiran hesitated, "This guitar . . . "
"Just a gift . " Luo Qiu said, "It's a small gift to you . Do not throw it away next time . "
Cheng Yiran held the guitar more tightly . He stopped Luo Qiu just as Luo Qiu was about to leave the room . He knew that he must seize the chance as an ordinary and untalented musician .
He had never met a chance . . . an overwhelming chance like this . This was a perfect opportunity even if the man was a demon .
"I . . . " Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth, "I want to buy it!"
"I . . . " Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth, "I want to buy it!"
"I am so sorry!" Hong Guan apologized to the manager of the nightclub constantly . His youth and pride had been exhausted on the way of pursuing music . Now, he restrained himself, living for the sake of his family, even if the manager scolded him badly .
The manager snorted, "Who did you think you are! Your partner ruined my stage . Who begged for this chance to perform before? Now you guys almost messed up my club!"
"I am so sorry for that!"
Hong Guan apologized, "I will talk to him . . . he is in a low mood tonight and drank a bit . Luckily, I made a good ending . The audience was happy . "
The manager waved his hand irritatedly, "That's all . I will pay your salary without deduction . But for your friend, there is no way to get his salary . I don't even want to see him in the future . Who does he think he is . "
"Sir, can you please give him another chance? It is a pity that . . . "
"If you continue, you won't even get a penny . " The manager stared at Hong Guan as if restraining the edge of his furious anger .
Hong Guan bowed to the reality .
The manager left and kicked the electric bass down the floor . He added ironically, "A musician? Ridiculous!"
Hong Guan didn't move but gritted his teeth . He picked his bass up when the manager left . . . He said to himself that it didn't make any difference whether to pick it up or not .
Hong Guan didn't move but gritted his teeth . He picked his bass up when the manager left . . . He said to himself that it didn't make any difference whether to pick it up or not .
He sighed and took out his cellphone . . . to call Cheng Yiran . After hesitating for a while, he chose to send an instant message instead of a call . Typing, 'Calm down, bro . I need to go to the hospital to see my wife . Just contact me if needed . It is a pity that we didn't create a happy ending . '
But he changed the last sentence to 'Meeting happily, parting merrily . ' before sending it out .
Hong Guan sorted out his belongings and left . He suddenly laughed, even he didn't know what he was smiling about .
In order to save money, he planned to take the last bus but not taxi .
"Dear, I am off duty . I will come soon . Er . . . Fine . . . Oops, I forget to eat dinner . That's OK, I will buy some snacks on the way . " Hong Guan chatted with his wife by phone . He stopped by a roadside fish ball stall .
"Hello, do you still have food?"
Fish Ball Qiang responded while reading the newspaper in his chair, "There's only a few left . If you want, I'll give you all of them for five RMB . "
"Sure . " Hong Guan nodded .
Fish Ball Qiang stood up with his tools and placed the rest fish balls and fish tofu in one bowl . He glanced at Hong Guan, "Buddy, are you a musician?"
Hong Guan looked at his instrument on his back, which would probably never be played again . He shook head, "Not anymore . "
Fish Ball Qiang took a second glance, "Why, isn't music good?"
Fish Ball Qiang took a second glance, "Why, isn't music good?"
Hong Guan smiled, "No reason to continue . "
"Really?" Fish Ball Qiang nodded and sprinkled some sauce on the food, "It's done . Five RMB, please . "
Hong Guan paid it and then left . A voice came from behind him, "Your music is good, I enjoyed it . " He stopped and turned back, looking at Fish Ball Qiang . Then, he started walking to the man with a smile .
"What's wrong? Do you need chopsticks?"
Hong Guan shook his head and released his bass, "This is for you now . "
"For me? I will not return it if you regret in the future . Are you sure you're giving me that?" Fish Ball Qiang was looking at him with a cigarette in mouth .
Hong Guan patted his shoulder slightly with no words . He smelled the food, "It smells good, it must be delicious . "
Fish Ball Qiang sat down with a shrug and continued to read his newspaper . For him, Hong Guan was just an unknown strange man .
He yawned and prepared to settle his stall when a loud music came from the nightclub, "F*ck, when will they be quiet?" But while listening, he was immersed in the music without noticing, his cigarette falling down .
He stepped forward subconsciously . . . close to the nightclub . There was another group of people looking at this nightclub, too . They were all attracted by the music which resounded with their inner voices .
At the same time, the manager was surprised to see that everyone was going wild including the waitresses and barkeepers .
"It's crazy . . . crazy . . . " The manager couldn't help shaking his body either because Cheng Yiran was singing on the stage . The song was named 'Paranoid' .
Chapter 410 Paranoid Translator Alfredo Poutine Soup Editor DesTheSloth It was so dark that Cheng Yiran couldn 39 t see who they were . . . whether they were acquaintances or not . But curiosity drove him to sit down on one seat in the sofa . . . He could only make out that the one sitting down was a man . Who are you . . . Cheng Yiran frowned . A businessman who can sell you anything . Luo Qiu was looking at Cheng Yiran . Different from Cheng Yiran, Luo Qiu could see everything clearly in this room even without light . A businessman Cheng Yiran sank into deep thought with his head lowered . Look . Luo Qiu said lightly . Cheng Yiran raised his head up and saw something terrifying happening on the table in front of him . He saw the man stretching his hands over the table and the fragments of his guitar appeared . It was the guitar he smashed due to the quarrel with Hong Guan . Cheng Yiran picked up one piece of the fragment . . . It had a Chinese character carved onto it, Hai . Is that yours Yes . Cheng Yiran nodded and then frowned, Is there some sort of mechanism Or . . . fine, I have no time to see your magic . What 39 s more, I don 39 t know you at all . Is this . . . also a magic Luo Qiu snapped his fingers . Cheng Yiran saw the fragment pieces in his hands floating in the air as well as the other fragments . They combined and reunited into one complete guitar and fell into Cheng Yiran 39 s hands finally . It was amazing . Cheng Yiran rubbed his eyes and tried to play the guitar . This feeling . . . It 39 s my guitar Cheng Yiran raised his head up, How did you do that What do you want Luo Qiu asked, And, will you be willing to pay for your dream I . . . Cheng Yiran opened his mouth and held his guitar tightly, I . . . I . . . It seems that you haven 39 t decided yet . Luo Qiu smiled, That 39 s fine . We will wait for you and welcome you any time . Luo Qiu stood up and pretended to leave . Cheng Yiran shouted at him, Hold on . . . please Anything else This . . . guitar . . . Cheng Yiran hesitated, This guitar . . . Just a gift . Luo Qiu said, It 39 s a small gift to you . Do not throw it away next time . Cheng Yiran held the guitar more tightly . He stopped Luo Qiu just as Luo Qiu was about to leave the room . He knew that he must seize the chance as an ordinary and untalented musician . He had never met a chance . . . an overwhelming chance like this . This was a perfect opportunity even if the man was a demon . I . . . Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth, I want to buy it . . . . . . I am so sorry Hong Guan apologized to the manager of the nightclub constantly . His youth and pride had been exhausted on the way of pursuing music . Now, he restrained himself, living for the sake of his family, even if the manager scolded him badly . The manager snorted, Who did you think you are Your partner ruined my stage . Who begged for this chance to perform before Now you guys almost messed up my club I am so sorry for that Hong Guan apologized, I will talk to him . . . he is in a low mood tonight and drank a bit . Luckily, I made a good ending . The audience was happy . The manager waved his hand irritatedly, That 39 s all . I will pay your salary without deduction . But for your friend, there is no way to get his salary . I don 39 t even want to see him in the future . Who does he think he is . Sir, can you please give him another chance It is a pity that . . . If you continue, you won 39 t even get a penny . The manager stared at Hong Guan as if restraining the edge of his furious anger . Hong Guan bowed to the reality . The manager left and kicked the electric bass down the floor . He added ironically, A musician Ridiculous Hong Guan didn 39 t move but gritted his teeth . He picked his bass up when the manager left . . . He said to himself that it didn 39 t make any difference whether to pick it up or not . He sighed and took out his cellphone . . . to call Cheng Yiran . After hesitating for a while, he chose to send an instant message instead of a call . Typing, 39 Calm down, bro . I need to go to the hospital to see my wife . Just contact me if needed . It is a pity that we didn 39 t create a happy ending . 39 But he changed the last sentence to 39 Meeting happily, parting merrily . 39 before sending it out . . . . Hong Guan sorted out his belongings and left . He suddenly laughed, even he didn 39 t know what he was smiling about . In order to save money, he planned to take the last bus but not taxi . Dear, I am off duty . I will come soon . Er . . . Fine . . . Oops, I forget to eat dinner . That 39 s OK, I will buy some snacks on the way . Hong Guan chatted with his wife by phone . He stopped by a roadside fish ball stall . Hello, do you still have food Fish Ball Qiang responded while reading the newspaper in his chair, There 39 s only a few left . If you want, I 39 ll give you all of them for five RMB . Sure . Hong Guan nodded . Fish Ball Qiang stood up with his tools and placed the rest fish balls and fish tofu in one bowl . He glanced at Hong Guan, Buddy, are you a musician Hong Guan looked at his instrument on his back, which would probably never be played again . He shook head, Not anymore . Fish Ball Qiang took a second glance, Why, isn 39 t music good Hong Guan smiled, No reason to continue . Really Fish Ball Qiang nodded and sprinkled some sauce on the food, It 39 s done . Five RMB, please . Hong Guan paid it and then left . A voice came from behind him, Your music is good, I enjoyed it . He stopped and turned back, looking at Fish Ball Qiang . Then, he started walking to the man with a smile . What 39 s wrong Do you need chopsticks Hong Guan shook his head and released his bass, This is for you now . For me I will not return it if you regret in the future . Are you sure you 39 re giving me that Fish Ball Qiang was looking at him with a cigarette in mouth . Hong Guan patted his shoulder slightly with no words . He smelled the food, It smells good, it must be delicious . Fish Ball Qiang sat down with a shrug and continued to read his newspaper . For him, Hong Guan was just an unknown strange man . He yawned and prepared to settle his stall when a loud music came from the nightclub, F ck, when will they be quiet But while listening, he was immersed in the music without noticing, his cigarette falling down . He stepped forward subconsciously . . . close to the nightclub . There was another group of people looking at this nightclub, too . They were all attracted by the music which resounded with their inner voices . At the same time, the manager was surprised to see that everyone was going wild including the waitresses and barkeepers . It 39 s crazy . . . crazy . . . The manager couldn 39 t help shaking his body either because Cheng Yiran was singing on the stage . The song was named 39 Paranoid 39 .Chapter end
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