After dressing up as a wealthy and pitiful little man, I hold the Shuangwen script in my hand

Chapter 143 Uncle, I want to worship you as my teacher

The homeless man first went to the table where the couple was sitting, but was driven away.

"Let's go!! What are you doing here? We have to eat!"

"Yeah, it's annoying to have a meal and have a homeless guy."

The homeless man apologized repeatedly, wiped his dirty hands, and then wiped his face.

After tidying up her grooming, she came to An Ziyu's table with a smile.

"Sirs and ladies, are you listening to the music?"

Just as Wen Zeyu wanted to drive him away, Bie Anziyu stopped him.

"How many songs?"

The homeless man looked at the dishes on the table, and swallowed greedily, "No money, just leave some for me after you finish eating, and I'll eat what you left."

The boss at the side saw that there was no work, so he came over, "Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you. He is an honest man, and he often only asks for food and drink here."

An Ziyu looked at the homeless man a few more times, then turned his head and said to the boss, "Boss, let him order, and we will pay for it after we order."

The boss nodded, "Okay, thank you! You have a good conscience, little girl."

An Ziyu smiled, turned to look at the homeless man, "Play a piece of Beethoven's "Moonlight"."

The homeless man nodded and found a table to put down the electronic organ.

That electronic piano is not an expensive variety, it is an entry-level three or four hundred on Taobao.

In the eyes of professionals, this piano is the worst.

However, the tramp can play the most beautiful mood on the worst piano.

In the smooth sound of the zither, An Zizhen saw the moonlight as white as snow, the sound of insects, and the beautiful and euphemistic night and starry sky.

What a beautiful piano sound.

A piece of music ended in the blink of an eye, Wen Zeyu stood up without saying a word.

Put all the seafood in front of you in front of the homeless man.

"You eat, play another song for us, okay?"

The tramp grinned, nodded happily, and played another song.

It's still beautiful, and the piano's accomplishments are simply at the master level.

Wen Zeyu watched him finish talking, and refused to leave, "Master, eat!! How long have you been learning the piano?"

The tramp didn't speak, and ate extremely hungry.

The boss prepared the meal, put it on the table, and came over to chat with each other.

"He has been begging here for two years. He has always only wanted food, not money. And unless it is absolutely necessary, he earns food by himself."

An Ziyu was curious, "He plays the piano so well that he is more than a teacher. Why is he wandering here, boss, do you know?"

The boss shook his head, "I don't know, this homeless man may be out of his mind, he doesn't like to talk, he's just begging for food. But he's a nice guy. During the typhoon a few days ago, he helped us when we met someone who robbed us of money."

After a meal, An Zihong and the others had to go back.

But after taking two steps, An Zixuan circled back again.

She grabbed the homeless man, "We are short of a piano teacher, can you go back with us?"

The homeless man shook his head, "Thank you, I won't go."

An Ziyu didn't force it, and originally planned to take a piece of gold from the warehouse and give it to the homeless man.

As a result, only one diamond was touched.

Well, diamonds are stones too.

An Ziyu put the diamond into the homeless man's hand, "Sir, you sell this diamond and go buy some clothes and food.

No matter what happens to you, after escaping from reality, you still have to face reality.

Figured it out, come to me, I'm in the resort in front of me these few days, my name is An Ziyu. "

……

The extravagant Bentley is gone.

The homeless man was left standing there, spreading his hands, an extremely delicate diamond in his palm.

In the past two years, he has met many different people.

Some gave money, and some looked at him poorly and gave him food.

But sending diamonds is indeed the first one.

The homeless man looked at the street and subconsciously hugged the qin in his hand.

Can he really face the world, face reality?
Then in the past, what should we do?
　Masters in the folk...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)