Master is ashamed and wants to escape

Chapter 429

"Hey! Dude, everyone is persuading you to change the song? This song is ruined by you!"

"That is, if I hadn't heard it before, I wouldn't even know what song you sang. Let's change it."

... There are more and more booing voices around, and more and more people gathered.

Mo Ziye lowered his eyes, and suddenly heard a young couple say: "Husband, if only you could sing, you will be super handsome if you go up and sing now, I will love you to death."

"It's not that I can't sing, it's mainly because Mo Ziye's songs are too difficult for ordinary people to control. Wife, don't be angry, I still love you."

"Hey, I'm so envious of my boyfriend who can sing. He must look handsome now. I want to volunteer myself every minute."

"Honey, don't talk nonsense, if someone really goes up later..."

Mo Ziye didn't listen to what the young couple said. He lowered his head, his eyes moved slightly, and said softly, "Madam wants to hear it, so I'll sing it for Madam."

He raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, pulled up the mask again, and walked towards the wandering singer.

The song was already halfway through, and the wandering singer persisted with an ugly face.He just wanted to use Mo Ziye's song to attract the audience and make more money, but he didn't expect it would cause such a big public outrage.

As soon as Mo Ziye came over, he couldn't help but raised his head in surprise, the light was not very bright, he couldn't see Mo Ziye's appearance clearly, so he could only tilt his head in doubt, waiting for Mo Ziye to speak.

Mo Ziye took out 100 yuan from his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Give me your guitar, and I will sing a song for my wife."

This action not only gave the homeless singer face, but also saved him. The homeless singer was moved and immediately handed over the guitar.

The passers-by around looked at it with interest, but did not leave.

Mo Ziye said in a low voice: "Honey, this song is for you, I hope you like it."

He lowered his head and began to pluck the strings in his hand.The familiar music sounded, it was the song sung by the wandering singer just now, but the music alone made people feel different.

The vagabond singer's face darkened again after he recovered, but after listening to a section of music, he looked at Mo Ziye in shock.Just because he can't sing well doesn't mean he can't hear it.

The so-called 'experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move', Mo Ziye is already surprising just by playing the prelude.

And when the deep and hoarse voice sounded, it shocked all the passers-by who looked like they were watching the show.

Mo Ziye deliberately lowered his voice, but apart from the difference in voice, everything else is undoubtedly the same as the original singer.As soon as he sang, the passers-by couldn't help applauding.

Ye Xiaozhu looked at Mo Ziye, his eyes flickering. The dilapidated stereos on the street could not block Mo Ziye's light at all. Even though he was hugging the guitar and covering his face, he was still so handsome that everyone was angry.

This is how her man is. He can earn a living with his talent alone, but he also has a handsome face with a flourishing beauty.

People around took out their mobile phones and started to record. Ye Xiaozhu thought for a while and took out his mobile phone to take pictures. More and more passers-by gathered.Mo Ziye's singing seemed to have some kind of special attraction, attracting all the passers-by.

The sky did not know when it began to snow, and the snowflakes drifted down, adding to the strange atmosphere.

At the end of the song, Mo Ziye returned the guitar to the homeless singer, and walked towards Ye Xiaozhu amid the applause of everyone.

"Sing one more, you sing so well! Sing one more!"

"Handsome guy, please leave a contact information? Are you a professional singer? Why do you sing so well? Handsome guy..."

"Oh, you look so familiar, you are..."

Taking advantage of everyone's doubts, Mo Ziye pulled Ye Xiaozhu out of the crowd, and the two left quickly without saying a word.

As soon as I stopped the taxi, I saw a group of people chasing after him quickly.

"Wait a minute, handsome guy, are you Mo Ziye? Are you Emperor Ye!"

"Emperor Ye, you are Emperor Ye, right? Emperor Ye is waiting for us!"

"Woooooooo Yehuang, Yehuang! Wait for us, don't leave, Yehuang... woooooo..."

Everyone's shouts came, but Mo Ziye acted as if he didn't hear them, and asked Ye Xiaozhu to get in the car first, and then got into the car himself.

When the crowd was about to gather around, the vehicle started, leaving the crowd behind.

When Ye Xiaozhu saw the driver looking at them suspiciously, she chuckled, pretending to have just discovered the same thing, and said with a dry smile, "Hey man, are they talking to us? Did they recognize the wrong person? Yehuang, you obviously don't look alike at all, hahaha."

Mo Ziye looked at Ye Xiaozhu speechlessly, and reached out to rub her long hair protruding from the brim of her hat.

When the driver heard Ye Xiaozhu's words, he withdrew his suspicious gaze.Also because the light was too dim, he couldn't see Mo Ziye's face clearly, so he didn't continue watching.

The sky was snowing, and the traffic jam on the way back was even worse. It took them nearly four or 10 minutes to return to the hotel.

In the room, Xiao Jiu and Xie Shuangxue waited for them anxiously, and when they saw them come back, they let out a long breath.

"Brother Ye, Sister Xiaozhu, where have you been? We are almost dying of anxiety."

Xie Shuangxue patted her chest and said, "Fortunately, I'm back. I'll call Brother Xiong and the others, and tell them not to look for it, but come back."

The two returned to the room, and as soon as they took off their coats, Xiao Jiu said in a hurry: "Brother Ye, why didn't you tell us when you went out, what do you think if you are recognized by fans? What can you do if your fans hurt you?"

"Even if you don't want to tell us, you still have to answer the phone. Sister Xiaozhu, we called you several times and you didn't answer, and Brother Ye, you just didn't take the phone with you because you wanted to kill us."

Xiaojiu's face was full of sorrow, and Ye Xiaozhu was almost amused by that sorrowful look.

She lowered her head, suppressed a smile, and took out her mobile phone to find that there were more than [-] missed calls. "Uh, the phone is on silent, so I didn't hear it. Hehehe, don't worry, Brother Nine, haven't we come back safely?"

"This kind of thing must never happen again next time! Do you know that we are almost worried to death, if Xie Shuangxue and I are not convenient to come forward, we will go out to find you now..." While talking, Xiao Jiu's phone rang up.

He sighed, picked it up, and didn't know what was said there, he said with a smile: "...Thank you, Reporter Ge, for your concern, no... well, our brother Ye is resting in the hotel... no, he didn't go to anything The square... how is it possible, brother Ye, how could he go to the square to sing. Sigh, how can journalists believe this kind of small news, it's just some kind of hype method that Wanda Plaza came up with... Well, okay, I still There is a phone call coming in, let's talk next time, goodbye, goodbye."

Xiao Jiu hung up the phone, and before he could speak, someone called in again. He replied patiently, and said almost the same thing in three calls in a row.

Finally, the phone stopped ringing, and Xiao Jiu said: "Brother Ye, you really went to sing in the square, right? You said it was for your 'wife'? Well, if I didn't receive a call from a reporter, I wouldn't have I know you and Miss Xiaozhu are not here."

(End of this chapter)