Only then did Gan Guoyang see clearly the appearance of this black man, he was really handsome.

Generally speaking, black people have a flat nose, flat face, and round facial features. In the aesthetics of yellow and white people, such faces are not good-looking. With black skin, Chinese people think black people are ugly.

But the black people in the United States are no longer pure-bred blacks, but mixed-race children. Although they are still blacks in terms of race, they absorb the advantages of many other races in terms of appearance. Combined with the characteristics of blacks, they look very good.

For example, Kobe's high nose bridge in later generations was not a black person's appearance, but it was very beautiful.

This black man not only has a tall and thin nose, but also has a pointed chin, and his face is a beautiful conical face. There are also big eyes and tricked eyebrows, which are both advantages of black man. This combines it together to form a very unique and beautiful face.

"Hi, hello?" The black man greeted Gan Guoyang carefully because Gan Guoyang's 6-foot-8 body was really huge for ordinary people.

Moreover, Gan Guoyang looks really strange now. In order to prevent the movement of his right arm from hindering the injury on his back, he found a strap to trap his right arm on his body, swaying around in the park like a one-armed monster.

"Hi, hello... I'm... I'm a patient from a nearby hospital. Uh, I suffered a little injury to my back, so... so I've made it like this." Gan Guoyang saw the other party's doubts and explained.

"Haha, you look very good, with a 100% return rate." The black man from the explosion also relaxed and joked with Gan Guoyang. His voice was also very nice and unique, between a male and female voice, but it would not make people think that "this guy is a human being".

"Oh, I've scared a lot of people. I think you shouldn't be the first one." Gan Guoyang also responded with a joke. The embarrassment of strangers between the two was quickly broken.

The black man who exploded came up from the river. He was not short, about 5 feet 9, but he was a dwarf standing in front of Gan Guoyang. He looked up at Gan Guoyang and asked, "Are you a basketball player? You should be 6 feet 8?"

"Yes, I'm almost over 6 feet 8. I saw you wandering by the river and thought you want...you want...so I'll take a look."

The black man who exploded and understood what Gan Guoyang meant and knew that he was worried that he would commit suicide, so he came to take a look.

He couldn't help but smile and said, "Thank you, but even if you want to commit suicide, I don't need to jump into this small river in Santa Barbara. It's even more straightforward to jump into the Pacific Ocean."

Gan Guoyang felt that was the same, and scratched his head embarrassedly. The two left the river and walked side by side to the tennis court.

The two walked and chatted. From the chat, Gan Guoyang learned that this black man was a pop singer. He released his first album in 1979, but no new work has been released for two years and is currently in a difficult period of creation.

"No wonder I see you having a lot of worries, wandering by the river alone. If it were someone else, they would think you wanted to commit suicide." Gan Guoyang said.

This guy Gan Guoyang has only a slight understanding of Chinese pop music, not to mention American pop music, let alone American pop music in the 1980s, so he can't figure out who this singer is.

Even if he is an amazing singer, it doesn’t matter to Gan Guoyang. Anyway, he has met enough celebrities, although a few of them are future celebrities.

"Haha, I'm almost driven crazy by myself. Actually, I've finished recording the album before, but I'm still very dissatisfied with it. I want to re-record and write some new songs, but the risk is too great." The black man's face was full of helplessness.

Gan Guoyang knew nothing about music and didn't know how to comfort him.

He stammered for a long time, but didn't expect anything to say. Finally he jumped out a phrase: "Beat-it..."

"Beat-it? Are you saying defeating difficulties? Thank you, I understand."

Obviously, Gan Guoyang's comfort is too old-fashioned. When a person is in trouble, he says, "You must survive it," it is actually the same as not saying it.

"No, beat-it doesn't mean to beat it. I mean if you're in trouble, then avoid them. Do you know what's going on with my back? It was just a slight bruise, but I didn't care. I faced the challenge and insisted on participating in the competition, but it could ruin my sports career." Gan Guoyang explained.

The black man, who was thinking about it, said, "So, what should I do? Will I just release the album like this?"

"No, beat-it is not about escaping difficulties, not cowing; it is about avoiding unnecessary troubles and doing what you should do. I could have avoided my back injury, but I didn't. Since you think the previous album was not good, you should put it down and concentrate on doing what you think is right, and don't be dragged down by the previous troubles... Well, that's what I mean, and I can't quite understand."

"Haha, you're right, you're saying it's great! That's right, I'm wandering around the river and thinking about whether I should remake the album, but it actually means nothing to me. I shouldn't waste too much time on hesitation." The black man seemed to have a sudden idea.

"Actually, I don't quite understand what to do, I just hesitate and never get done."

"Yes, I should leave my hesitation behind, avoid the troubles that are meaningless, and devote myself to the real important work."

"Well, so, just-beat-it, do what you should do!"

Gan Guoyang's words not only encouraged the black man who exploded, but also encouraged himself. He knew that what he should do now is to recover from his injuries and not think about fighting again. Because of a moment of impulse, he may get an unbearable price.

"Just-beat-it...I feel much better. I want to avoid unnecessary troubles. Now there are many thoughts in my mind. I can't wait to invest in new creations."

"Then can I listen to your singing?" Gan Guoyang asked suddenly.

"Of course! I can sing one for you now."

At this time, the two had already arrived at the open space outside the tennis court. The black man came to the center of the open space and was about to sing a written song to this strange yellow boy.

Gan Guoyang stared at the black man who was explosive because he felt it was difficult for him to leave. He thought the black man was just singing a song for him, but he didn't expect that he would dance.

The black dance is very strange, a bit like the robot dance of later generations. It is a bit stiff, but the rhythm is very strong and beautiful. At the same time, his singing is like sobs, with a tone that goes up and down, but the tone is excellent.

Gan Guoyang felt goose bumps coming out instantly after hearing this, and he felt a slight trembling all over his body. He didn't expect that he could hear this effect by listening to music.

After singing, the black man came over and asked, "How about it, this is my latest singing and dancing steps, but I haven't seen it for the audience yet. You should be the first one."

"Oh, then I'm so honored. I feel... I think... how can I say it? When I listen to the song, I feel a trembling, a trembling from the inside out. I think this song can penetrate deep into my heart and hit my soul, and goose bumps all over my body!" Gan Guoyang said the truth.

"Thank you, I thought this singing style was too trendy and would not be accepted."

"No, I believe your new album will be popular all over the country!"

Later, the two chatted a lot again. It was not until dinner time that Gan Guoyang hurriedly left for the hospital. He knew that if he went back late, he might be scolded by Dr. Shui Miao.

"Goodbye! Mr. Michael! We... see you tomorrow!" Gan Guoyang knew that his name was Michael, a very ordinary name.

"Goodbye! Forrest Gump, thank you very much today!"

In this way, Forrest Gump's friendship with one Michael began today, and his struggle with another Michael was far from beginning.

This Michael is the super emperor of the American pop music scene, Michael Jackson from Santa Barbara.

After today, Michael Jackson devoted himself to the transformation and re-recording of the album. After a year of careful creation, it was grandly released in 1982.

The original name of this album was "Starlight" and later changed to "Thriller". There is a very famous song called "Beat-it" (avoiding), which teaches teenagers to stay away from violence and unnecessary troubles.

"Thriller" has created countless miracles in the music industry, including the world's number one record sales of 104 million, and has been ranked first in the music chart for 37 consecutive weeks, winning 7 Grammy Awards.

Speaking of this miraculous album, Michael Jackson said: “There is an indelible contribution of Forrest Gump, but I won’t tell you what it is, it’s my secret to him.”
Chapter completed!