Chapter 240 – Elated
After nightfall, Siming Street was bustling with activity, and the food stalls along the street were packed with diners.
Liao Jia’s temperament is different from ordinary people. He doesn’t care about the public’s gaze, whether he would expose his identity or not. When the mood for drinking came upon him, he borrowed a guitar and played it on the spot. His style could be described as unrestrained.
In the world of rock music, there are very few who can’t play the guitar, and rock singers often had the most guitar virtuosos among them.
Liao Jia’s guitar playing is definitely masterful.
Without using a pick, a series of passionate and fervent notes poured out from his fingertips, astonishing the original owner of the guitar and attracting the attention of many diners around.
Lu Chen chuckled in amazement.
Because Liao Jia was talking about ‘In Spring,’ but he had added his own touch to the prelude.
This national rock idol is definitely not just a name without substance!
“Remember the spring many years ago, At the time I haven’t cut my long hair short…”
“Without a credit card and without her, there’s no home with 24-hour hot water.”
“But back then, I was so happy, even though I had only a broken wooden guitar…”
“In the streets, under the bridge, in the fields, I sang those ignored folk songs!”
Liao Jia’s singing was deep and hoarse, with a rough and mature tone. Due to drinking a lot of alcohol, he couldn’t fully unleash his abilities, and his breath control wasn’t perfect.
But in this bustling city, hearing him sing “In Spring” with all his heart was still quite impressive!
Street performers are a common sight in Siming Street, and the diners are used to them. However, they rarely saw a customer sing so well on their own.
“If one day, I have no place to go, please leave me in that moment!”
“If one day, I quietly depart, please bury me in Spring!”
As he reached the chorus, intense emotions burst forth. Liao Jia’s face turned purple-red, veins bulging on his neck and forehead, as if he had poured all his strength into it. The guitar’s chords striked everyone’s hearts like a powerful beat.
The pedestrians crossing the street stopped in their tracks. Some of them raised their phones.
Even Lu Chen was infected by his singing.
After Liao Jia finished singing the first verse, he nodded towards Lu Chen, signaling him to sing too!
Lu Chen chuckled and didn’t refuse Liao Jia’s invitation.
He casually picked up an empty bottle from the table, holding it as if it was a microphone. He sang along with the accompaniment in a deep voice.
Lu Chen was a little drunk as well.
His style of singing “In Spring” is clearly different from Liao Jia’s. He didn’t have that rough hoarseness, nor did he have that deep-seated world-weariness, but it still carried intense emotions.
“Do you still remember those lonely springs, when I hadn’t yet grown a beard…”
“No Valentine’s Day, no gifts, no my lovely little princess…”
“But I felt like everything wasn’t so bad, even though I only had fantasies of love…”
“In the morning, at night, in the wind, singing those ignored folk songs!”
Lu Chen had sung “In Spring” before, even though he had sold this song to the Pang-Huang Band. Yet, he still loves this song very much.
It was just that for the first time he had sung the song, and now that he was singing it again – his life had changed dramatically.
The emotions of singing this song have also become very different.
There was more of his own perceptions about life!
As they sang fervently, Lu Chen ignored the gazes from those around and sang along with Liao Jia.
They looked like two drunk lunatics.
But lunatics who played the guitar really well and sang so beautifully…
Only in the Capital could one find this kind of lunatics.
After they finished the song, Liao Jia let out a low roar, picked up the beer on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
There was sporadic applause from the audience, and someone even whistled loudly.
Among the diners there were also foreigners, giving the two of them a thumbs-up.
Liao Jia put down the empty beer bottle. Then he returned the guitar to the young man who was the one originally performing.
The young man took the guitar and hesitantly asked, “May I… may I ask if you’re the one, that one…”