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As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped off the bed, not even thinking about wearing slippers. He ran off wearing his shoes, stepping on the heels of his shoes.

Xu Fan shook his head awkwardly, but Liu Sisi asked, "Are you really going to sing?"

Xu Fan paused for a moment, then said, "I just wanted to sing you a song, it's not like I'm doing anything special, is it that difficult?"

Liu Sisi nodded seriously, then looked around at the door, anxiously waiting for Liu Hao to arrive.

Xu Fan completed the task without realizing it, but his focus wasn't on that; rather, he was wondering what song he should sing.

Xiao Pu sat to the side and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you sing again? After all, we have a guitar now."

Xu Fan paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "That works too."

Soon, Liu Hao ran in carrying a wooden guitar. Xu Fan took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but say, "Not bad, this guitar is of good quality. It must be very expensive."

Liu Sisi said from the side, "He said you want to learn from you."

Xu Fan glanced at Liu Hao, who smiled somewhat embarrassedly and said, "I played terribly."

Xu Fan looked at him and said, "If you like it and want to learn, I can teach you."

Before Liu Hao could answer, Liu Sisi excitedly exclaimed, "Really? I want to learn! I want to learn! Can I learn the harmonica?"

Xu Fan looked at Liu Sisi and asked, "Don't tell me you have a harmonica?"

Liu Sisi looked shocked and asked in confusion, "How did you know?"

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Xu Fan, holding his guitar, shook his head and said, "You can ask me anytime if you have any questions. I'd be happy to teach my younger brothers and sisters. Of course, the premise is that you really like it and it's not just a passing fad."

Liu Hao and Liu Sisi nodded seriously, said thank you, and then Liu Sisi asked, "Brother Xiao Fan, what song are you going to sing?"

Xu Fan said, "A song called 'Little Love Song'."

After speaking, Xu Fan noticed the surprised looks in Liu Sisi and Liu Hao's eyes, but he didn't care at all and began to play the piano seriously.

It must be said that a cappella sounds beautiful, but it ultimately lacks some rhythmic support.

So, when the guitar started playing, this song "Little Love Song" was instantly transformed into a different kind of dance, which was extremely beautiful.

Soon, the song ended, and the people around Xu Fan were all captivated by his voice and stunned.

Liu Sisi said enviously, "This song is definitely not for me. It's so beautiful. I'm so envious."

Hearing this, Xiao Pu blushed slightly and lowered her head without saying a word. Liu Hao smiled and said, "Oh dear, it seems you have an ulterior motive. This song is really good, it's really good. I don't want to be fed dog food, so why don't you sing another one?"

Liu Sisi agreed, saying, "Let's change to another one, or rather, let's play another one."

Actually, this song is really good. For example, Xu Fan's other two younger brothers clapped excitedly and kept clapping. They didn't seem to know how to talk much, but their expressions were very clear, so they must really like this song.

Xu Fan never intended to just sing a love song to get by; since he had decided to sing, he was determined to choose carefully.

Xu Fan switched his thoughts in his mind. Actually, he didn't need to think too much. Just now, he had thought of a pretty good song.

He thought about it carefully and felt it was still good, so he looked at the group and said, "Then I'll sing another song."

Xiao Pu asked from the side, "Is it an old song?"

Xu Fan shook his head and said, "I guess you could call it a new song."

This immediately attracted the attention of the people around him. Even the little girl Pu Sihan opened her eyes wide and looked at Xu Fan, saying, "Brother Xiao Fan, I also want to hear you sing."

Xu Fan gently touched Pu Sihan's nose and said, "Sihan is such a good girl. What song would you like to hear?"

Pu Sihan shook her head and said, "I want to hear all of Xiao Fan's songs."

Xu Fan looked at Pu Sihan. The little girl was really good at talking. He subconsciously glanced at Xiao Pu, who seemed to be just as good at talking when she was selling.

When Xiao Pu noticed Xu Fan looking at her, she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Xu Fan shook his head and said, "There's a song I want to sing, but I'm still thinking about how to sing it."

Xiao Pu rolled her eyes at Xu Fan and stopped talking. Liu Sisi excitedly chimed in, "Hey, Brother Xiao Fan, hurry up and sing! I can't wait!"

Liu Hao, standing to the side, earnestly added, "Yeah, yeah, hurry up and sing! What's the song called?"

Xu Fan looked at the group and said, "This song is called 'Old Street'."

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===Chapter 525 A Song: "Old Street"===

The song is called Old Street.

Xu Fan really liked the feel of this song, which was calm and peaceful.

Xu Fan held his guitar, glanced at the people around him, and then began to play seriously.

The guitar music began softly and then faded away.

A haunting melody played softly as Xu Fan began to sing.

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It seems to bring me a little bit of nostalgia.

The hot noodle soup sold by the old man at the end of the alley

The smell permeated the old backyard

A stray cat is fast asleep on a swing.

The setting sun shone on him, and he squinted.

The postcard my deskmate sent

It lay quietly inside the desk.

Xu Fan's voice was still as pleasant as ever, and the people sitting next to him were quite engrossed in listening to it.

The little girl, Pu Sihan, stared intently at Xu Fan with her big eyes, showing no intention of moving.

Xiao Pu sat quietly to the side, listening to Xu Fan sing. The lyrics were few, yet they seemed somewhat familiar.

The "old street" referred to was that street, but Xu Fan didn't say.

She vividly remembers the old man selling second-generation hot soup noodles at the end of the alley. She doesn't know why Xu Fan still remembers it now, but she remembers that he especially liked it when he was a child.

That smelled really, really good.

An "old street" may not actually be an old street; it could just be a country lane.

The lyrics use the simplest words to depict simple scenes, such as a stray cat sleeping soundly on a swing, swinging back and forth.

Just like him and me, we tied a rope to a tree branch and used it as a swing, and then we started to fall in love.

The kitten basked in the caress of the sunlight, its eyes half-closed in a state of blissful reverie.

In fact, memories in stories are sometimes that simple. They seem to have nothing described, yet countless things exist within the true name.

The people who walked and passed by in the old street have all become part of the scenery in our memories.

It may be beautiful, or it may be sad.

Perhaps we will always encounter what we miss, and perhaps we will always miss what we encounter.

Whose photo it was, and whose letter it was, is now impossible to say.

Perhaps there are some memories deep in my mind, but now it seems that I can only hide them away and not tell anyone.

My memories from that time are somewhat hazy, yet they also seem quite clear.

Xu Fan's song says, "It's still inside the desk."

Upon closer examination, isn't the desk also a way of expressing one's inner thoughts? Perhaps this is what is meant by keeping things hidden and never talking about them again.

Xu Fan's voice was slightly gentle, his singing voice was still the same, and he held the guitar with both hands, playing each string seriously.

The singing continues.

Winter is almost over

There are also door curtains with carved patterns.

The narrow, long passageway on both sides

Smoke still rises from the old house.

The season that just ended with light rain

The old street my parents walked together again

Xu Fan's favorite line is: "Smoke still rises from the chimneys of old houses on both sides of the narrow, long passageway."

At this moment, he was singing every word of the lyrics with utmost seriousness.

The original meaning of the song lyrics was about spring that was almost over, but Xu Fan made a slight change to it.

Changing spring to winter doesn't really change much.

He actually wanted to change "Xiaoyu" to "Xiaoxue," but after thinking it over, he decided not to make the change.

The listeners didn't feel embarrassed; instead, they understood.

There's even a feeling of nostalgia for the past.

The lyrics of this song seem simple, like a prose poem, very casual, yet very reasonable and interesting.

Just like the previous song "Father's Prose Poem", the key words are that an article can feel very comfortable even if you don't sing it, just reading it.

The road was neither wide nor short, and there were countless houses on both sides. As evening approached, smoke rose from the chimneys of the houses along the road.

Every household starts cooking occasionally, and this season that is about to end has brought me back to the old places my parents used to frequent.

Even without paying attention to the lyrics, Xu Fan himself really likes the feeling of listening to this song.

Xiao Pu and the others beside him had a glint in their eyes.

Pu Sihan's big eyes were fixed on Xu Fan.

Xiao Pu clasped her hands together, then released them, showing that she was actually a little nervous, but then relaxed a lot.

Liu Sisi and Liu Hao didn't say anything; they just stared at Xu Fan and listened attentively to his singing.

The singing was very pleasant, and Xu Fan continued to sing.

I can't remember which year and which day