Wang Lang came to his senses, "Can I touch it?"

The man looked at Wang Lang's expression, paused and nodded. "Yes, but you are not allowed to damage it, otherwise you can't afford it."

Wang Lang smiled and took off the guitar from the wall.

Lanhua'er had been here before, and she was interested in this guitar. At that time, Wang Lang looked at the price on the guitar and felt that this set of numbers looked familiar, so he didn't think too much about it. Now, he really looks familiar.

This set of numbers is exactly the two favorite numbers of Leaf’s birthday and Leaf’s favorite.

Wang Lang gently stroked the strings, and the sound of the piano was hoarse, as if he hadn't played it for a long time. When Wang Lang adjusted the strings, he found that one string was missing on the guitar.

"Do you have any strings?" Wang Lang said.

"There is no need to be perfect in some things to get the desired result. Many times, incompleteness is also a kind of beauty." The boss said softly. When he was talking, the boss raised his hand and wanted to take the guitar from Wang Lang and adjust the strings.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lang tinkered with it himself, and soon Wang Lang started to flick it gently.

"Expert." The shop owner chuckled.

Wang Lang gently tweaked the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano was sobbing, just like a person's mood.

It was already evening, and pedestrians were rushing outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the dim sunset rendered the whole world into an orange-red only found in fairy tales.

In a trance, Wang Lang seemed to have returned to several years ago. After completing a task with Ye Zi, he would carry his schoolbag and guitar on his back, and hike in the streets and alleys of many cities. The music atmosphere abroad is relatively strong, and there are many scenes of singing on the streets.

At that time, Wang Lang and Ye Zi would find a suitable place to sit on the side of the road, Ye Zi played the guitar, Wang Lang beat the drums, and the two of them played a song with passers-by before going to other places.

That kind of time is really a kind of enjoyment, but since Ye Zi left, Wang Lang has been in a daze all day and has never had that kind of time again.

Today, when Wang Lang picked up the guitar, his face reflected the orange-red light cast from the floor-to-ceiling window, and the past was vivid in his mind.

Wang Lang closed his eyes gently and recalled the past.

The sound of the piano is jingling, with a faint sadness in its crispness. After the sorrow comes countless vicissitudes like waves.

The prelude is very long, but those who listen can't help but keep listening to it patiently.

After a while, Wang Lang sang gently.

As soon as the slightly hoarse smoky voice came out, the melodious and sad tone made the owner of the musical instrument store next to him look at Wang Lang differently.

"Whose lover is dead, please tell me how sad it is, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

There were still a few people in the musical instrument store, and they were attracted by the vicissitudes of life and sad voices here. Everyone looked at this place quietly.

"We are born lonely, we are born lonely!" Wang Lang closed his eyes gently.

The voice was hoarse and there was a faint self-mockery, and there was also a lot of anger that was unwilling to accept his fate.

It was like having the best thing in this world, but after a storm, everything turned into powder. After being wiped out, the survivor looked at the ruins and was confused. He was like a lonely prodigal son who was so big that he didn't know where to settle down.

We are born lonely.

We are born lonely.

Wang Lang teased the strings of the piano, raised his neck, and looked up to the sky. Wang Lang sang the song with his heart out of his heart.

"Whose lover is dead? Please tell me how sad it is, wuwuoh! wuwuoh!" Wang Lang closed his eyes.

Wang Lang sang a song back and forth three times before slowly stopping. When he finally opened his eyes, the owner of the musical instrument shop next to him slowly breathed and handed Wang Lang a cigarette.

“Do you need it?”

Wang Lang took the cigarette and looked down at the guitar in his hand. After a while, Wang Lang gently stroked the guitar for a while and hung the guitar on the wall again. He got up and patted the owner of the instrument store on the shoulder.

"Thanks."

The boss looked at Wang Lang's back as he had left, feeling indescribable.

A man wearing a top hat came over next to him. "Boss, do you know this person just now?"

"It's considered a meeting, a one-time encounter." The boss said casually.

The man in the top hat licked his lips, "Can you contact him?"

The musical instrument shop owner pointed at Wang Lang's back away from the window, "Without now, if I don't chase him now, I don't guarantee when I will meet him again."

The man wearing a top hat lifted the box on the ground and chased him out.

Wang Lang was holding a cigarette in his mouth and walked silently on the road. Finally, he stopped next to a trash can at an intersection and smoked a cigarette before turning around before leaving.

"Sir, wait." A voice suddenly came from behind.

Wang Lang looked back and found that behind him, a man holding a suitcase and wearing a top hat was caught up with. The man looked in his forties and dressed meticulously, his lips were a little dry and licked his lips from time to time. His eye sockets were very shallow. The most eye-catching thing on his face was his eyes, which gave people a very smart feeling.

"Hello sir." The man chased after him.

Wang Lang looked at the man, "Hello."

"I just watched your performance and thought you sang very well."

The man sincerely praised.

Wang Lang said thank you, "I'm not a performance, I'm venting."

The man looked at Wang Lang. After hearing this, his already bright eyes became even brighter at this time. Looking at Wang Lang's expression, he seemed to have found a treasure.

But Wang Lang felt like he was having an abnormality.

"Yes, music has many uses. It can express one's own emotions and find common topics with others. Music is the greatest language in the world." That humane said.

Wang Lang nodded, "The music is indeed the same. Do you tell me something is wrong?"

When the man heard this, his eyes lit up, he smiled at Wang Lang, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Lang, "My name is Zhang Yan, I am a scout. Do you intend to be a professional singer, or do you want to play music with a group of people who love music?"

Wang Lang glanced at the business card that Zhang Yan gave him and smiled, "No need, I don't have that interest."

Zhang Yan's eyes flashed and he walked up, "Sir, it's okay if you don't want to do it for the time being, but this doesn't prevent us from making friends. I like listening to your singing. Can we make friends?"

Wang Lang looked at Zhang Yan, "Yes."

"Sir, your surname?"

"Don't let your surname be king." Wang Lang said casually.

"Sir, Daming?" Zhang Yan asked again.

When Wang Lang wanted to say his real name, he didn't know why he twitched his mind and said casually, "Wang Haonan,"
Chapter completed!