From the variety show began to become popular all over the world (MTL) BOOK 1

35

Chapter 35 is a small concert? 

"Help the vagrant pianist through singing?" Chen Ping'an frowned slightly.

How can singing help him?

His mind turned quickly. The wandering pianist is very talented in piano and may be able to help him find a good job. But there seems to be something wrong with his mental...

So he must be treated first.

But the task is to help him by singing, how do they connect?

Yes!

He needs money for medical treatment before life can get back on track.

"We won't go to Happy Valley this afternoon for excitement. How about we do something more meaningful?" Chen Ping'an asked Wu Zixuan, who was immersed in the sound of the piano next to him.

"What are you doing?" Wu Zixuan was a little dazed.

"Help him." Chen Pingan said.

"How to help?"

"Well... I want to raise a sum of money to help him through street singing." Chen Ping'an said seriously.

He already had a preliminary idea in his mind.

"Okay!" Wu Zixuan agreed, "This is more meaningful than playing in Happy Valley. But now there are no microphones or speakers."

"I can always think of a way." Chen Ping'an glanced around, wondering where to get the guitar, microphone, and stereo.

At this time, the wandering pianist's fingers pressed the last note, and the beautiful piano sound faded away. His slightly closed eyes opened slowly, as if still immersed in the mood of music.

After a long time, he stood up slightly shaken, picked up his hat, and saw the money stuffed in the hat, his eyes were slightly moist, and he bowed deeply to the audience.

The audience was quiet.

It wasn't until his thin, rickety body turned away from the crowd that everyone applauded in unison.

Chen Pingan did not go up and talk to the wandering pianist. He chose to leave, perhaps just to retain his last dignity.

Seeing the wandering pianist walking away and people about to disperse, Chen Ping'an walked to the piano and said loudly, "Hello everyone, please stay here for a while."

Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Ping'an, and they only listened to him: "I believe everyone was moved by his piano just now. His music has emotions, soul, and life. He is very talented, but unfortunately there are so many things in life. Unfortunately, he has fallen to where he is today..."

"We have to help him, not let his talents go to waste."

Chen Pingan's remarks seemed to arouse everyone's emotions. A young man who looked like a college student responded: "What can we do?"

"I am a singer, and I hope to raise a fund for him through street singing, enough to treat his mental illness and get his life back on track."

"But now I don't have equipment for singing." Chen Ping An said his thoughts.

The young man said, "I am a student of Shenzhen University. I can borrow equipment for you from a friend."

"It would be great if you were willing to help," Chen Ping'an said.

"Why not? This is a very meaningful thing." The college student said positively, "I will call my friend now."

As he spoke, he dialed the phone and pressed the phone to his ear.