On Friday afternoon, people would be extremely happy and busy . Cheng Yiran wandered in the street after leaving the club . He was thinking about how to awaken the magical guitar . And what was the song of heart . . . did it mean his love for rock?
But he didn't think his love for rock had faded . Cheng Yiran wanted to be liked by the audience as he wished before . The dusk was coming and it was time for dinner . However, Cheng Yiran didn't return to Zhong Luochen's house . Zhong Luochen had called him with an indifferent mood . . . maybe Zhong Luochen needed the information only . So Cheng Yiran couldn't imagine what he would be like if he knew the magical guitar couldn't be used anymore .
He heard that the rich men were more ruthless than normal people, hence they could achieve more and go further . Cheng Yiran couldn't ask Zhong Luochen to give him more time---as he didn't know when he could make the guitar awaken . . . maybe it would be never . If so, any ordinary person would choose to . . . keep this secret? After all, he had enjoyed the substantial treatment which the others didn't have, so he must hide this from others .
"What am I . . . doing?"
Beep---a car horned and passed by . He didn't know where he was when he was looking back . Someone was singing in the distance with the sounds of accompaniment . Many people sang by the roadside . . . for different reasons . Cheng Yiran would never listen to them as he was a member of them previously .
They made him feel familiar---because he was no different from them . He smiled instinctively . . . as he wondered if he was lucky or not . Although the tone was not skillful, he still recognized that the voice was familiar . . . it was Hong Guan . Hong Guan was . . . in the neighborhood!
. . .
"Hey, uncle, do you see that singer frequently?"
"Ah? Do you mean that young man with a guitar? Yes, he often comes here this month . " The uncle was selling candy-men in the square . He smiled, "His song is pretty good . . . do you want to buy a candy-man for your kid?"
Cheng Yiran was stunned . He selected one candy-man and paid the money leaving . He watched out for Hong Guan . . . who was singing in front of a booth selling chargers and mobile accessories .
'I ran into him . He still has no progress in his singing . . . as time goes by . No audience and . . . no tips? Whom are you singing for? And who is listening to your songs? . . . Didn't you quit . . . music? But, why are you so happy now? The song is 'Blue Lotus' . Are you . . . really empty and weightless?'
Hong Guan slowed down and his finger stopped at the half beat when Cheng Yiran walked close to him . "Yiran, how did you . . . " Hong Guan was shocked .
"Can we have a talk?" Cheng Yiran sighed .
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"Have you . . . eaten dinner?" Hong Guan asked when they were sitting on the bench in this square . Cheng Yiran had tears in his eyes . . . he recalled the time when they sang in the bar, and led a wandering life together . Cheng Yiran rotated the candy-man slowly with a bitter smile, "We are strangers . . . now . " Hong Guan scratched his head as he didn't how to answer Cheng Yiran .
"It was Li Zifeng . " Cheng Yiran started the topic . Hong Guan was stunned and whispered, "Li Zifeng?" Cheng Yiran looked at his friend, "He cheated us by making us sign two different contracts . The contract signed by you was not my idea . And I have signed a second contract, which was not your intention . But . . . " Cheng Yiran paused, "but I trusted it . . . Sorry . "
Hong Guan fell in silence and then patted his shoulder, "Ziyao is going to give a birth to a baby in half a month . She is always nagging about why didn't you come to see her . Just go to the hospital if you are free . "
"I am sorry . " Cheng Yiran turned around with a husky voice, "I should have called you, then we would understand each other clearly . . . but I . . . " He took a deep breath while sniffling, "But, I was thinking that . . . am I a bad man?"
Hong Guan thought for a while and said, "You were stupid ever since Xiaomeng was alive . Several years passed, you are still stupid . . . I am accustomed to you, silly donkey . "
"Sh*t . " Cheng Yiran turned around .
Hong Guan said, "I could have called you too and Li Zifeng would have come to light . So am I also a bad man?"
Cheng Yiran was stunned . They smiled at each other . Cheng Yiran sighed, "We men, are the same . " Hong Guan nodded, "Yes, we are the same . "
After a while, Cheng Yiran asked, "What's the baby's name?" Hong Guan shook his head . It was cold outside, Hong Guan rubbed his hands and asked, "What about your hands?"
Cheng Yiran looked at his fingers and then nodded, "It will need a long time to heal . "
Hong Guan said with a pity, "So you are unable to perform on this weekend . What a pity . But will your company blame you?"
"No . But in the future . . . " Cheng Yiran shook his head, "It's hard to say . "
"Did the car accident affect your reputation?" Hong Guan asked .
"No . " Cheng Yiran shook head, "The current situation is more complex . . . than the time when we sang in the street . "
"Oh . . . I can't understand the affairs of a big company . " Hong Guan nodded without questions . He believed that Cheng Yiran could deal with it on his own .
Cheng Yiran stood up for a stretch .
Hong Guan asked, "Are you going back?"
"It's time . I need to go now . " Cheng Yiran nodded .
"Be careful . " Hong Guan smiled at him .
Cheng Yiran turned away . But he stopped without turning his head around, "Oh, can you stop selling the chargers when you are singing? It is not professional at all . " Hong Guan smiled and answered, "I need to feed my baby by selling it . " Cheng Yiran made a rock and roll gesture without a word . . . he had another idea in mind .
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. . .
Cheng Yiran saw Zhong Luochen cooking a steak himself when he came back to the villa . "Are you eating alone?" Cheng Yiran started the topic first .
"You can have it if you didn't eat anything yet . " Zhong Luochen was cooking the steak without turning around .
"Thank you, I am not hungry now . " Cheng Yiran shook his head and saying, "I need your opinion on something . "
"Go ahead . " Zhong Luochen was flipping the pan to turn over the food .
"Hong Guan can sing instead of me on Sunday evening . "
"Hong Guan?" Zhong Luochen paused and then got right again, "Tell me the reason . . . are you going to compensate him in this way?"
"Maybe . " Cheng Yiran said calmly, "In addition, provide this guitar to him . "
Zhong Luochen turned back in shock, "Are you willing to give him the guitar?"
Cheng Yiran answered, "You told me that Hong Guan could play the guitar . But the effective range was not known . . . now that I am injured and am unable to perform, we can do a test . Don't tell Hong Guan about the magic of this guitar . . . I want to see what happens if others play it . . . any problems?"
"No . " Zhong Luochen shook his head, "It sounds good . We are going to discover the secret of the guitar ourselves . It is better than benefiting that club owner . "
Cheng Yiran shrugged and went upstairs in a relief . . . He needed to keep calm to protect himself from that man's sharp observation .
'What is the song of heart . . . Hong Guan, could you tell me? I can only do this for you . . . I know, you will never give up music . '
Chapter end
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