The feelings between people may not be connected.

Just as the famous crosstalk actor said, if you have not experienced other people's lives, don't persuade others to see it easily.

The old man sat on the cement pier and looked a little scary.

He beat the beat himself and sang his own song with a smile.

The sound was not louder in the shop next to it, but passersby walked around here and rushed over, and some people spit out of the distance, "My ill".

The old man smacked his lips and laughed twice and stopped singing.

He tried hard to stand up, but he could only hold the cement pier.

That thing is not very tall, so it is not easy to stand up with it.

Maybe he was very frustrated. The old man muttered, "I want to go home." He stood up stubbornly with the cement pile, waving his hand as if he was about to pull away the person pulling him away.

This is really drunk.

Guan Yin was standing there, and no one dared to come over and ask for a slap.

But I couldn't resist the cheering and said, "This is an old man who just finished reading "Tian Zhu", right? Why do you still regard yourself as a virtue?"

"Shut up, get out, be careful I'll beat you up." Guan Yin couldn't stand it anymore. If he didn't sing this song, the old man would always leave a regret in his heart. He should be respected and has the right to be proud of his profession.

Several young people retreated with their necks shrank, and someone took out their cell phones to take pictures.

There are also enthusiastic people who saw that the old man's hair was white and hurriedly wanted to call, and criticized: "What's wrong with you wearing a white shirt? Just watch it and don't care? It's okay to hold it. You have to watch it and break it before you take care of it?"

There were a few older passers-by who tried to help the old man.

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's only a few, half a pound," he gestured to a very small amount, "I won't drink it at the age of thirty in my life. I have saved up for half my life. This little wine can still make me...Oh, why did this wall run away by myself?"

Several old men advised him: "Brother, don't drink it when you are old, that thing is not a good thing."

The old policeman smiled and said, "It's okay, aren't you retire anymore? Drink some, and I won't drink it anymore if I give it to me in the future."

After hearing the order of "Standing at attention", the old man subconsciously stood upright.

He didn't expect that he could still hear the order.

The few white shirts also stood up straight immediately.

Guan Yin's order was placed next to several people, and after giving the order, he raised his hand and said, "The older generation has retired, and the new generation has taken over. This is a natural law, but the spirit of the older generation must be spread. Since the comrades are all their own people, I won't say much. "Young Ambitions Don't Say Worry" will be one song together."

The white shirt opened its mouth and felt a little ashamed.

In front of so many people...

Is it OK?

"I'll take the lead, 'Several wind and rain, spring and autumn, wind, frost, snow and rain fight the torrents', prepare to sing!" Guan Yin, regardless of whether this is on the street, it is because it is on the street, so if you want to sing, you have to sing it.

He took his head and the old policeman's eyes lit up. Although he saw that the boy in front of him had two heads, he recognized that he was the iron-headed messenger, so he stumbled for a moment and sang in a low voice.

Guan Yin looked at the faces of those younger generations, why are you waiting for me to invite you to sing together?

When the white shirt closed his eyes, he opened his mouth and shouted, "...I have never changed my mind after suffering and the young man has ambitions and never expressed his sorrow."

Someone around him started to cheer, "Don't speak, you are your own!"

Guan Yin ignored him, then opened his voice and used his most skilled, highest and most famous high notes to follow the vocals of the world, "The golden shield, forged in blood", and a loudspeaker that crossed the street shops, suddenly overwhelmed the noise around him.

The two middle-aged men in the white shirt followed the hearts and opened their voices and shouted: "For the sake of their mother's smile, for the harvest of the earth, and the glorious years, why not be afraid of romanticism!"

Their voices were so ugly, like the polar bear swallowing a piece of ice.

But somehow, after this shout came out, it seemed that the noises from all over the world disappeared, and a sound was roaring in my heart: "The golden shield is forged with passion."

Songs are vital, and their power is more powerful than they can stimulate all the energy deep in a person's heart.

These people may have some hard-to-face shame in their hearts at work, or they may have some hard-to-face shame in their hearts, but as long as they are individuals, as long as they know what is wrong, what is right, and what is great, they will naturally know that the power of this power is the power that is difficult to face or shame.

"We can't be great, but we can't help but believe in greatness. Is greatness the power that combines many kind wishes and correct practices!" Several people thought.

Guan Yin didn't stop, and he ended one time and then came the second time.

This time, the old policeman followed immediately without any ambiguity.

The noise was much smaller, but the photos were taken several times more.

There were also people running around in a hurry, and they also stopped at this moment.

"What's wrong?" Some people asked.

Most people were surprised: "Just it's fine, they suddenly started singing."

The smart-looking one suddenly became a little surprised when he saw the white shirt.

This is a big shot with few big names in Liangcheng!

Why did he even yell with his red neck as if he was going to fight with someone?

"It's not loud enough, just do it again." Guan Yin raised his head for the third time.

This time he did not take the lead, but sang with the police who were more ugly but particularly loud.

Gradually, several sounds were completely integrated.

The traffic police comrade on duty not far away looked here in surprise. If you read correctly, then it was our boss, right?

How...

"I suddenly started singing, making my nose and tears flow together." Several traffic police comrades who rushed over to maintain order quickly reported to their superiors.

What's wrong?

No one explained that one white shirt, two blue shirts, and an old man in casual clothes. Four people stood in a row and sang loudly as if no one was there. The singing was not beautiful, but there was a sense of power that made people unable to laugh at them, just like when facing their singing, everyone could not block or interrupt them even if they didn't like it.

After singing the fifth time, the old policeman sat back and felt open-minded. He was drunk and turned over and fell asleep. He stepped forward with a white shirt and relieved his rush. He looked at the face of the old policeman. He looked at the face of the old policeman. He had a peaceful face, breathing steadily, and fell asleep peacefully.

The originally wrinkled iron blocks also stretched out.

A sensation of depression finally came out.

"Okay, send it home, you guys keep busy." Guan Yin waved his hand and left.

Dozens of people took photos, even if three or two people posted it online, as long as the words #Guan Yin were added, it would be known to the whole network in the blink of an eye.

Within a few minutes, someone commented: "What's crazy? Why don't you sing at home? Interrupt the lives of the masses."

Someone commented: "Does I feel so embarrassed by myself?"

Naturally, someone responded: "I'm embarrassed and cancer is about to be accustomed to me."

Guan Yin is online.

He replied to the first type: "Is the road your home? There are so many power amplifiers on the roadside, why don't you say that you are fucking disturbing my life?"

Reply to the second one: "You don't have to feel ashamed, because there is a bastard who is as shamed as you."

The last one responded to the last one was amazing. Guan Yin said: "Where is this, I suggest you give up treatment. Embarrassing cancer, you have no cure, just wait for death, okay?"

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What does it have to do with you?

"I commented on mine, can you still control what I think?" Of course, they have to fight back.
Chapter completed!