The singing of "Mortal Song" attracted more passing students and passers-by to watch. After a while, more than a hundred people gathered in the small fountain square.
Most people just stood and listened to the song, pointing and talking about it.
But there are also some people who will curiously take out their mobile phones, scan the QR code on the huge poster, and pay to download the song that attracted them.
Xiaoli, on the other hand, was dragging two acquaintances with her classmates to introduce them in detail to the author and singer of the song. In her mind, Jiang Kan was the hero who could touch her soul and redeem herself from the impending fall.
"Really? It turns out that when you came back to re-read, you still have such a touching past!"
The two classmates were very moved and took out their mobile phones to scan the QR code, intending to support the outstanding singer-songwriter Xiaoli mentioned.
"Hey, Xiaoli, why are you here too?"
A tall man in his early thirties with handsome ear-length hair and a large pile of exercise books under his arm saw Xiaoli from the crowd, squeezed a few times and came to her side.
This is her math teacher, Teacher Zhang. Because of his handsome appearance and humorous personality, he is very popular among girls, and his teaching quality is also top-notch.
"Teacher Zhang, are you here too? I was attracted here after hearing "Someone Like Me". Are you the same, Teacher?"
She raised her head curiously and looked at the handsome teacher who was one shoulder taller than herself.
"Of course, I am a loyal fan of 'Kankanweitan'..."
Teacher Zhang's eyes turned to the unknown singer who was singing hard, and his tone suddenly became gentle.
"I started to like his songs from the theme song "Chengdu" of Chengdu's city promotional video, then I listened to his "The Wind Rises", and then I listened to his "People Like Me" ", I have to say that this is a talented creator and a singer with a unique voice..."
"
You and I are all mortals living in this world
Running around all day long with no time to spare
Since you are not a fairy, you will inevitably have distracting thoughts.
Morality is placed on both sides and the word "profit" is placed in the middle.
"
Listening to the singing that came to my ears, although it didn't have the vicissitudes and rich charm contained in Jiang Kan's voice.
But the singer still tried his best to imitate and restore part of the original charm of the song.
The two of them said nothing more, but turned around and looked at the passerby singer attentively, listening to his singing.
The lyrics are like warm spring water, making their hearts hot and hot in the cold wind of late winter in early January.
"
How many men turn their anger into beauty
How many forest birds have become flying swallows
Life is too short, why should we love so hard?
Who can I complain to when my lover disappears?
"
A handsome middle-aged man in his fifties with gray hair in the distance has been standing here for a long time.
The singing of the first song "Someone Like Me" attracted him, while the second song "Mortal Song" seemed to sing out the worries and frustrations he had buried in his heart for a long time.
The people around him didn't notice it, or they saw it accidentally, and they didn't know why this handsome old man had red eyes at this moment.
But some people who understood this song felt the same sadness as him.
The singer's voice becomes as deep and rich as possible.
The atmospheric effect performed is also quite outstanding, close to Jiang Kan's original version.
The anger and bitterness in the lyrics sing about the suffering that mortals endure for the sake of love, as well as the unwillingness and resentment in their hearts.
It touched the softest part of many people's hearts.
"
When have you ever seen the world change for people?
Does having the face you dream of count as having spring?
"
The singer gradually found the feeling and closed his eyes tightly.
He put the microphone in front of his mouth with one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand, waving it in the air from time to time.
The song is full of helplessness, full of resentment, and full of lamentations about the hardships of life.
Although the singer himself is only in his twenties and has just emerged from society a few years ago, he does not have as much accumulation of forty years of life as Jiang Kan.
But it can still arouse his resonance and remind him of all the unimagined setbacks and tribulations he encountered after stepping out of the ivory tower.
People work hard all day long and have no time to spare for career, dignity and love.
But life is so short, why should you hurt yourself because of other people's mistakes, worry about other people's evaluation of yourself, and feel sad about other people's opinions of you?
Will the world still change its operating rules that have been consistent for thousands of years just because you have issued an unwilling cry?
Live well, live well in the moment, don't worry about what others think of you, live your own life well, this is the correct attitude towards life!
The songs of passerby singers continue to echo in this small fountain square.
Like the bright moonlight, it spreads to the end of the distant sight.
There are more and more people around.
After all, people have a herd effect, and loving to watch the excitement is a gene that is deeply ingrained in the bones of Xia people no matter which universe they are in.
What's more, the voice of this passerby singer is so moving, the melody of the song is so catchy, and the lyrics are so inspiring and thought-provoking.
Especially next to the poster with the QR code, there was already a small and uneven queue.
Everyone tacitly went up to scan the code, and then stepped aside to let the next person step forward.
Some people took out their mobile phones and silently recorded this small concert, and the various expressions of the people around them, which were either shocked, silent, disdainful and hurried away, or stopped and sighed after being attracted by the singing. .
Xiaoli clenched her fists, feeling a surge of emotion in her chest.
She was too young to understand the content and meaning of the song.
But she could vaguely feel the extraordinary and greatness of this song.
"Tsk tsk...this song will become a classic..."
The rock-and-roll math teacher stroked the gold ring with a light skull pattern on the little finger of his left hand with his right hand, and predicted convincingly in a free and admiring tone.
"Teacher Zhang, I remember you said that you used to play music, right?"
Xiaoli turned her head and looked at the handsome Teacher Zhang.
"Yeah...there was a time..."
"That was the most splendid, beautiful and touching period of my life. I can't forget it for a long time and often reappear it in my dreams..."
His eyes were still fixed on the singer, not looking at Xiaoli.
But the tone in her answer was filled with desolation and aftertaste, as well as a deep sense of regret and nostalgia.
"Then...if it was so beautiful and nostalgic, why didn't you continue it later?"
Xiaoli asked in confusion.
Her little mind is filled with yearning for college and the concept instilled in them by their high school teachers: "When you get to college, you can just play and do what you want!"
"Because...life is not just about music and dreams, but also things that are down to the bone such as rent, water, electricity, wife, etc., I need to do it..."
"Also, maybe it's because I... don't have any talent for music..."
The tall, young and handsome man with handsome ear-length hair and a large stack of exercise books under his arm shook his head and did not continue to chat with Xiaoli.
Instead, he pushed through the crowd and came to the big poster with the QR code printed on it. He took out his mobile phone and scanned it carefully.
