Chapter 229

Ning Chen handed the wooden guitar to him.

The old drunkard lowered his head, fiddling with the guitar in his hands.

At this moment.

In Brother Shiguang's live stream.

Seeing Ning Chen take out the guitar.

It instantly became lively.

【Is Brother Shiguang going to sing?】

【Singing again!】

【Old man, please hand the guitar to that young man beside you.】

【The old man used to play music back in the day.】

【I heard musicians tend to be deeply emotional, so is that why thirty years of time were wasted?】

【Not bad, old man, your technique is decent~】

In the live stream feed.

The old drunkard lowered his head, plucking the strings a few times.

There was rhythm, but the technique was too clumsy.

Whether his skill was originally like this or he hadn't touched such things for too long, no one knew.

The old drunkard shook his head.

"I've forgotten it all."

Then, he handed the guitar to Ning Chen.

Turning around, he placed his legs on the lounge chair, looked up at the night sky with wide-open eyes.

Ning Chen lowered his head.

Plucking the guitar in his hands, now and then.

Intermittent strings.

Continuously standing out in this silence.

"Like a Tibetan mastiff scratching at the door," the old drunkard commented.

Then, baring his teeth and staring at Ning Chen, he began to laugh.

He thought his metaphor was quite funny.

Ning Chen nodded, "A little."

Continuing like this, plucking now and then.

He seemed to be tuning it.

Or perhaps, he was just plucking it at random, as he pleased.

There was no intention to play or sing a song.

The old drunkard hadn't been waiting for Ning Chen to play anything in the first place.

He slightly turned his body, presenting his already hunched back to Ning Chen.

The back of his head was white hair.

The top was bald—whether the baldness was the result of long-term heavy drinking, no one knew.

"I have heard this story."

From behind came the young man's voice.

The old drunkard did not turn around.

He only muttered to himself, "Being drunk is comfortable... so comfortable... like lying on a sponge..."

"That story is also related to the Mohe Dance Hall."

From behind, the young man continued.

The old drunkard heard it, but for a moment he couldn't tell if those words were the young man talking to himself, or speaking to him, or perhaps he was so drunk he couldn't tell, and the other person was just talking on the phone to themselves?

The old man slightly turned his head, looking at Ning Chen.

That young man had his back to him.

Facing the dark, snowy night ahead alone.

The rhythm of the guitar rose accordingly.

In the slow rhythm.

The old drunkard slightly closed his eyes.

At the same time.

The barrage of comments in Brother Shiguang's entire live stream also stopped.

I have never seen a village where auroras appear

Nor have I seen anyone setting off fireworks late at night

Evening stars are like your eyes, killing and setting fires

You said nothing, wild winds startled me

Three thousand li, I happened to see you

In the garden, skirts danced and rose

Beneath the lights, morning dew was shaken off

In the 1980 Mohe Dance Hall

If there is time

Will you come to see me

To watch how the heavy snow ages

How my eyes melt away

If you see me

Please turn around before you are surprised

I fear my tears

My Bai Fa are like a shameful joke

……

But you, you angered the gods

Sent you away, yet so young

It is all your fault, Ning Yuanshan is cold and icy

In Mohe's dance hall of one person

……

If one day

My faith suddenly collapses

The city's garden has no flowers

The voice on the radio is hoarse

If that day truly comes

Will you run toward me

Let it be sealed away into the sea

……

One song, ended.

Looking back again.

The old drunkard had long since sat up.

His cloudy eyes were already filled with tears.

The gray hair on his head swayed in the wind.

His mouth was slightly open, his lips trembling violently, as if saying something.

Did Ning Chen checked the time.

He stood up and began to pack his luggage.