Chapter 899 "Relief of Sorrows"

After all, Granny Jiang didn't go out with them.

Yun Kuo, Yan Tao and Qin Zong walked out of the hospital.

Usually there is a square next to the hospital, as is the military hospital.

Three equally outstanding men walked on the street, attracting a lot of people's attention. Pedestrians frequently looked sideways, and their eyes were full of surprise.

The vastness of the clouds is so far away that it is as elusive as the indigo in the distant mountains.

Qin Zong is cold and arrogant, as cold as a cold pool of ice and snow, with a compelling noble temperament in his cold arrogance.

Yan Tao's eyes were slightly raised as he walked slowly between the two men, a faint smile hanging on the boy's handsome and demonic face.

The three men attracted the attention of almost everyone on the street.

Many people were walking in the square, dancing and singing. Yan Tao found a street singer in the distance with many people watching.

The singer is a young man in his early 20s, wearing a peaked cap and sitting on a chair, playing and singing to himself.

His voice is low and somewhat pleasant, and he bows to the audience after every song to express his gratitude.

Even though there is only one person listening to his singing.

Young Master Yan's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and he stood in front of him casually: "Can you sing "Xiaochou"?"

To relieve sorrow?

The singer nodded, sat back on the chair without saying much, and started playing and singing.

Stubbornly singing a bitter song,

Hear him being drowned in the noise,

You pick up the wine glass and say to yourself,

One cup to the morning sun, one cup to the moonlight,

It arouses my yearning and softens the cold window.

The singer's slightly hoarse voice sounded throughout the corner of the square. Yan Tao held his trouser pocket with his left hand, stood sideways lazily and closed his eyes slightly.

The singer's voice is not that outstanding, but there is a kind of simplicity and cleanness in his singing.

It's like a gurgling mountain stream, so clear that you can see the pebbles and rain hidden under the stream.

Although I never believe it, it is said that the mountains are high and the rivers are long, but life is short, so why should we keep thinking about it? One cup is for freedom, and the other is for death. Forgive me for being ordinary and dispel the confusion.

The singer lowered his head slightly, playing and singing to himself, seeming to be trapped in the world of his singing.

After singing one song, the singer stood up and bowed in the direction of Yan Tao and the others.

Young Master Yan took a step forward and looked at him casually: "Do you want to be a professional singer?"

The wandering young singer raised his head slightly. Although the person who asked him was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he still nodded seriously.

Maybe my singing skills are not good enough and my skills need to be polished, but I believe that one day I will stand on the stage where everyone is watching and sing for everyone.

Master Yan smiled, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the director of Qihai Company.

A very warm greeting came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Yan, have you had dinner?"

Master Yan smiled and said, "I've already eaten. I have something small to do here. I would like to ask sir for help."

"Young Master Yan, just tell me what you have to say. As long as I can help you, it doesn't matter whether you are facing mountains of swords or seas of fire."

"That's not the case," Master Yan glanced at the young singer opposite and said with a smile, "I have a friend here who wants to be a singer. Do you think you can give him a chance?"

He pondered for a moment and then said, "Mr. Yan, it's not that I don't want to help. It's just that our company is following a high-quality line. I wonder how your friend's singing skills are?"