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

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

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

Three equally outstanding men walked on the street, attracting the attention of many people. Passers-by frequently looked at each other, and the eyes of the past were full of surprise.

The vast clouds are so far away that it is as green as the distant mountains and green as it is so far away.

Qin Zong was cold and arrogant, as cold as ice and snow pools, with arrogance exuding a noble temperament.

Yan Tao's eyes were slightly raised, and he walked slowly between the two men, with a light smile hanging on the handsome face of the young man.

The three people attracted almost everyone on the street.

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

The singer is a young man in his early 20s. He sits on a chair wearing a baseball cap and plays and sings on his own.

His voice was low and a little nice. He bowed to the audience for every song he sang.

Even if there is only one person who listens to his singing.

Young Master Yan raised his peach blossom eyes slightly and stood in front of him in scatteredly: "Can you sing "Xiaoshou"?"

To relieve sorrow?

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

Singing bitter songs stubbornly,

Listen to him being overwhelmed in the hustle and bustle,

You pick up the wine glass and say to yourself,

A cup to the sun, a cup to the moonlight,

It aroused my yearning and gentle the heart.

The singer's slightly low and silence sounded throughout the corner of the square. Yan Tao held his trouser pocket in his left hand, stood sideways lazy and closed his eyes slightly.

The singer's voice was not very outstanding, but there was a simplicity and cleanness in his singing.

It was as if the streams were flowing in the mountains, and you could see the small stones and rain hidden under the stream.

Although I never believe it, the so-called mountains and rivers are long and life is short, why bother to remember it? One cup to respect freedom, the other cup to respect death. Forgive my ordinaryness and dispel confusion.

The singer lowered his head slightly, playing and singing, as if he was trapped in the world of his singing.

After singing one song, the singer stood up and bowed to Yan Tao and the others.

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

The wandering young singer looked up slightly. Although the only one who asked him was a 16 or 17-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 that is highly anticipated and sing for everyone.

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

An extremely enthusiastic greeting came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Yan, have you had dinner?"

Young Master Yan smiled and said, "I have eaten it. I have something small here. I want to ask the sir for help."

"Young Master Yan just talks about anything. As long as I can help, it doesn't matter if I have any trouble."

"That won't be," Young Master Yan glanced at the young singer opposite him and said with a smile: "I have a friend here who wants to be a singer. Can you give me a chance?"
Chapter completed!