Chapter 899

Mrs. Jiang didn't go out with them after all.

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

There is usually a square next to the hospital, and so is the military hospital.

Three equally outstanding men walked in the street and attracted the attention of many people. Pedestrians looked at the past with amazing eyes.

The clouds are wide and the tracks are far away, just like the distant mountains and indigo naturalis.

Qin Zong was cold and arrogant, like a cold pool of ice and snow, with an oppressive noble temperament.

Yantao's eyes were slightly picked. He walked slowly between the two men. The young man was as handsome as a demon, with a light smile on his face.

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

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

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

His voice is low and slightly pleasant. After singing a song, he will bow to the audience to express his thanks.

Even if there is only one person who listens to him sing.

Master Yan raised his peach blossom eyes slightly and stood in front of him: "can you sing Xiaochou?"

Worry?

Singer nodded and sat back in his chair with theout much talk, playing and singing.

Stubbornly singing bitter songs,

Listen to him drowned in the noise,

You pick up the glass and say to yourself,

One to the sunrise, one to the moonlight,

Evoke my longing and soften the cold window.

The singer's slightly hoarse voice sounded in the corner of the square. Yan Tao took his trouser pocket with his left hand, stood idly on his side, and slightly closed his eyes.

The singer's voice is not very good, but there is a kind of simplicity and cleanliness in his voice.

It's like a mountain stream flowing. You can see the small stones hidden under the stream and the rain.

Although I never believe that the so-called mountains are high and rivers are long and life is short, why don't you keep in mind, one to freedom and the other to death. Forgive my ordinary, dispel the confusion.

The singer hung his head slightly, played and sang, as if he had fallen into the world of his singing.

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

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

The wandering young singer looked up slightly. Although he was only 16 or 17 years old, 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 and sing for everyone.

Master Yan smiled. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the director of Qihai company.

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

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

"Just tell me what you want, young master Yan. As long as I can help, it doesn't matter."

"That's not true," young master Yan glanced at the young singer opposite, smiled and said, "I have a friend here who wants to be a singer. Do you think you can give me a chance?"

He pondered for a moment and said, "young master Yan, it's not that I don't want to help, but our company takes the high-quality route. I don't know how your friend sings?"