Yang Guo put down his money and was about to turn around and leave, but Uncle shouted at them, "Hey! Wait."

"You take a hundred dollars." Uncle smiled at Yang Guo, who looked back strangely, "a hundred yuan is too much!"

I've seen people who don't think much of money, but I've never seen people who don't think much of money! Yang Guo didn't believe his ears. He stared at uncle for a long time and said, "it's okay, just keep it! We think it's worth it."

"No, you misunderstood." Uncle laughed, "I'm not here to sell singing. Singing is a hobby of my youth. Now I retire early, so I pick it up and play with my friends who like singing and listening to songs."

"I'm really not short of money. Don't look at me setting up a piano box to collect money here. In fact, I just want to see how many people recognize my singing." Uncle explained with a smile.

Feelings, uncle is out to preach!

Yang Guo said with a smile, "uncle, your song is really beautiful, so we gave so much money. Don't you want to see how much recognition there is? This pursuit doesn't prevent you from accepting my 100 yuan?"

"That's not what I mean." Uncle was a little worried. He held his guitar and chased, "I know that it is not easy for your little husband and wife to earn money. Getting married at a young age, having children, and there are many places to spend money. Uncle knows the situation of uncle. In the words of Zhao bensan in the Spring Festival Gala, it is not bad money. You have a hundred yuan, so you'd better save it to buy more nutrition for your children!"

Little couple? Yang Guo was stunned, and Fang Beibei's face turned red. She panicked and said, "no, we are not husband and wife."

"Yes," Yang Guo also helped explain, "we are just friends."

Now the uncle was confused. He looked at them carefully. They were golden boys and girls. They were a perfect couple, but he said they were not husband and wife. What happened to the baby in his arms? Mess, this relationship is mess, too weird, uncle lived half a century, did not want to understand.

He smiled and didn't say much, but he insisted that Yang Guo take the money back.

"Uncle, you don't have to worry. He earns a lot of money as an interpreter, and a hundred yuan is not poor for him." Fang Beibei laughed.

"That's no good. If I accept it, I'll become a singer?" Uncle resolutely don't, quite a head can be broken, blood can flow, hair can't be messy, cough, it should be a sense of ambition can't be humiliated.

"How about this?" Fang Beibei suggested, "it's rare for us to meet here. Uncle, please help us to accompany. We also sing a few songs. This 100 yuan is the rent of uncle's microphone!"

"That's not so much." Uncle shook his head, but he also felt Yang Guo's attitude that they were unwilling to take back the money. Seeing Fang Beibei's cheerful appearance, he had to agree to it in order not to sweep his song friends' interest.

"What are you going to sing? Too fresh pop uncle can't!" Uncle holding the guitar said.

Fang Beibei thought for a moment and said, "can you play in the wind and rain of Acacia, uncle?"

Uncle said with a smile, "it's no problem. My old woman used to like it when she was young, but this is a duet song. Do you sing it with your... Friends?"

Fang Beibei looked at Yang Guo. Yang Guo quickly waved his hand and said, "Beibei, you sing, I can't sing."

It's fake that you can't sing. This Cantonese song is so classic that even Yang Guo's sister likes to hum a few words. How can Yang Guo not? However, his singing skills, it is better not to lose face!

Not to embarrass him, the uncle plucked the strings and began to hum, "it's difficult to solve all kinds of worries, know each other, love each other..."

He didn't use a microphone, and his voice was still loud, with a mature magnetism, which Yang Guo envied.

"The sea of love becomes vast, infatuation meets the cold wind..." Fang Beibei sings along.

Fang Beibei's voice was a little nervous at first. After uncle took it and sang a few words, it was getting better. Her voice is very good. Yang Guo has always known it, but he didn't expect that Fang Beibei's voice was more ethereal when singing.

Especially when singing this song, Fang Beibei's voice became more and more ethereal, as if it really came through the wind and rain, which made people daydream.

In the back, the uncle turned out to be Fang Beibei's foil. Listening to her sentence "ah... Send Acacia in the wind and rain", the sound sighed softly, and even sang the taste of sorrow and tenderness.

Yang Guo held his daughter and listened quietly beside her. Qiqi was not noisy. Yang Guo didn't pay attention to Qiqi's focused expression. He was already immersed in Fang Beibei's song.

I couldn't help but praise again and again in my heart. I just felt that Fang Beibei sang this song with great emotion. It seemed that every song he sang was from his heart, as if every lyric was a mixture of his own emotions.

"I hope to meet again someday, cherish the long night on the road... I hope the flowers are also bright red, don't cherish the road behind..." yes! She sang very well. In the last few sentences, Fang Beibei's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were red, as if she had really experienced the emotional storm. Her weak appearance made Yang Guo have the illusion of holding her in her arms.

Uncle finally didn't stop the end of the guitar. He dialed it and made it tremble for a long time. He raised his head, glanced at Fang Beibei faintly, looked at Yang Guo again, sighed, but smiled. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Fang Beibei felt that she had just sung this song by herself. It seemed that she was too deeply involved in her feelings. Her eyes met Yang Guo, and she was even a little flustered. She retreated with advance and said to Yang Guo, "millet, you also sing a song!"

"No, I can't sing." Yang Guo panicked, shook his head and said.

"Hehe, come out and play. Don't make yourself at home. Come and sing." Uncle waved his hand and said.

"No, I can't sing old songs." Yang Guo held it for a long time and said. He thought: Uncle plays old songs. If I say so, he should let me go, right?

"You say one you can sing, see if I can!" Uncle said happily.

"Someone_like_you! If you can play, I'll sing." Yang Guo had an idea and said.

"What?" Uncle was stunned.

Hey, hey, don't you understand? Yang Guo thought proudly that he didn't believe that such a traditional uncle could learn the English song released last year.

"Uncle, lend me your guitar and I'll play it for him." Fang Beibei laughed and said to uncle.

In Yang Guo's dull eyes, Fang Beibei took over the guitar, and his white fingers gently hooked the guitar strings. A string of beautiful preludes came out. What else can it be if it's not "someone_like_you"? Although her guitar is not as good-looking as uncle, it is also very skillful.

Fang Beibei stopped, put his fingers flat on the guitar string, looked up with a smile and said, "now there is a accompaniment, come on!"

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