A vocalist came at a crowded intersection, surrounded by audiences. My friends and I had a hard time squeezing to the front.

The singer wrote a few lines with chalk on the ground, to the effect that his wife died of illness and had no money to bury, so he could only sell the singer and earn some money to settle his wife’s affairs.

He was playing the guitar, holding the microphone, and singing songs that couldn’t be old or ordinary, and what’s worse was his singing… It was really unsatisfactory. However, the people next to him nodded and looked intoxicated.

I was shocked at once. I didn’t expect that such a singing voice could meet a soulmate. I was still sighing, but Dajia suddenly applauded.

After singing a song, people put money into the box in front of him. Everyone must give him money because of sympathy, I think.
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He bowed deeply, paused, and began to sing again. The audience on the side yelled, but when I heard him, he still sang in a chaotic melody, and the sound was harsh. It was simply torture.

I can’t stand it anymore, and I pulled my friend to leave. Who knows, my friends are enjoying it just like other listeners, no matter how I pull it, it won’t help.

The third song is even more exaggerated. Everyone’s expressions are as if they are in a fairyland.

Taking advantage of the interval between the singing and changing songs, I forcibly pulled my friend out of the encirclement, and the expression of my friend returned to normal.

“What’s the matter with you? You can hear such singing with gusto.” I couldn’t help asking.

“What singing?” My friend’s answer was even stranger.

“Just the singing of the man playing the guitar just now, don’t you all listen to it?”

“Oh!” My friend suddenly realized. “I didn’t even pay attention to what he sang. I just watched the naked girl dancing beside him feel very excited. She often goes up to kiss the audience.”

My heart trembled. , Pointing to the singing man, and said, “Does the naked girl you mentioned look the same as the woman in the photo next to him?”

The friend looked in the direction I was pointing. , And couldn’t help but shiver.

The photo next to the man who sells is the photo of his dead wife.