sbdcsierra Chapter 231 The world is not a pure land, everyone has their own suffering
Chapter 231 The world is not a pure land, everyone has their own suffering
Meng Chuan made an excuse and slipped away with Meng Jixiang.
He really wasn't used to living in the spotlight.
Meng Chuan's departure disappointed many people.
There was even a commotion at the scene, with many people trying to surround Meng Chuan and ask for his autograph.
But thanks to the efforts of Meng Dabao and a large group of volunteers, order was quickly restored.
The two returned to Meng Chuan's simple house.
Meng Jixiang still seemed a little uneasy.
After all, several years had passed, and Meng Chuan had achieved great success, while he himself had accomplished nothing.
Even sitting in front of Meng Chuan, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
"You two sit for a while, I'll go get you some food."
Zhang Mei said with a smile.
Meng Chuan left the scene, and then they returned.
Because they are now considered celebrities, it's very inconvenient for them there.
"What's wrong with you? You weren't like this back when we were raiding bird nests together."
Meng Chuan looked at Meng Jixiang with amusement.
Meng Jixiang gave a wry smile and shook his head:
"Alas, things have changed! Look at you, and then look at me, we are not the same anymore."
"What's the difference? Do I have an extra eye or an extra nose?"
Meng Chuan joked, then got up and took out his father's treasured Niulanshan liquor from the cabinet, and brought over a plate of peanuts.
"Come on, let's have a couple of drinks first."
Meng Chuan poured Meng Jixiang a glass of wine, and then filled his own glass as well.
Meng Jixiang did not refuse and drank it all in one gulp.
Over the years, although he hasn't achieved much, he has certainly improved his alcohol tolerance.
After a few drinks, I gradually relaxed.
Under Meng Chuan's guidance, Meng Jixiang began to recount his experiences over the years.
During junior high school, Meng Jixiang gradually fell behind his classmates due to his family's poverty.
Around that time, he saw his roommate use a guitar to win over the class beauty, and from then on, he became obsessed with music.
To buy a guitar, he used his class time to collect scraps and saved up for half a semester before finally getting his wish.
After graduating from junior high school, he began to make his way in the world.
He did everything from washing dishes and collecting scraps to even performing at the town's shady bars.
Later, he ended up singing at a bar in the county town.
His family strongly opposed him playing music; in his parents' eyes, it was something only bad kids did.
He has slept in parks and lived under bridges, and hasn't been home for a long time.
My family is ashamed of me.
Meng Jixiang's eyes reddened as he spoke:
“Now that my family runs a food stall, life is a bit better. They are pressuring me to go back and run the business, find a girl to marry and have children.”
After listening, Meng Chuan was filled with emotion.
He patted Meng Jixiang on the shoulder and sighed:
"The human world is not a pure land; everyone has their own suffering."
Meng Chuan always felt that he had suffered enough in the past.
But every family has its own problems.
Fortunately, he has now made it ashore, while Meng Jixiang is still adrift in the sea of people.
This made Meng Chuan suddenly want to lend him a hand!
"Bro, who says playing music is a dead-end career? I think it's great."
Meng Chuan raised his glass and clinked it against Meng Jixiang's:
"Come on, sing me a song to liven things up for us two brothers."
Meng Jixiang nodded, picked up his guitar, and sang a popular song called "Two Butterflies".
His voice was hoarse, carrying an indelible sadness, as if telling of the helplessness and struggles of the past years.
Meng Chuan listened quietly, then took out paper and pen and quickly wrote down several songs:
"A Few Pieces of Silver", "Life is Like a Song", "We Are Different".
These songs are all likely to become viral hits online in the future.
The lyrics are full of profound insights into life, which coincide with Meng Jixiang's own experiences.
"Meng Chuan, what are you writing?"
After Meng Jixiang finished singing, he asked curiously.
"I'll write you a few songs."
Meng Chuan smiled and handed him the lyrics.
"You wrote it for me?"
Meng Jixiang's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
"I can't compose music, you sing, you write it down."
Meng Chuan nodded and immediately began to sing.
Upon hearing this, Meng Jixiang was immediately dumbfounded.
Every song touches his heart, as if it were tailor-made for him.
He was so excited that his hands were trembling slightly.
"Damn, man, you're amazing! These songs are totally on my mind!"
Meng Jixiang has written songs himself.
However, his cultural knowledge was limited, and the lyrics he wrote were appalling.
Meng Chuan simply listened to him recount his experiences over the years.
They were able to write several songs on the spot.
This speed is incredible, even the God of Songs couldn't match it!
Meng Chuan smiled, didn't say much, but instead offered some words of comfort:
"Actually, you don't need to be a street performer. Times have changed. If you're willing, life is a stage everywhere."
"What do you mean?"
Meng Jixiang looked at Meng Chuan with some confusion.
"Did you see Huo Wanxi today? Wherever she goes, that becomes her stage."
Meng Chuan explained:
“You could do what she did and start a live stream, singing live. It’s much more stable than singing in bars.”
Meng Jixiang was deeply moved.
He had tried live streaming, but the live stream was always quiet, with at most thirty or forty people watching.
But seeing Huo Wanxi's success today, his dormant heart has been rekindled with hope.
"Can I... really be like her?"
Meng Jixiang asked somewhat uncertainly.
"of course can."
Meng Chuan said definitively:
“You can go to my old house to do a live stream; that place will naturally bring you a lot of traffic.”
Although Meng Chuan disliked life in the spotlight, he was aware of his influence.
Today, he brought Meng Jixiang to Huo Wanxi's live stream and generously introduced his identity.
As expected, Meng Jixiang will soon be trending on social media.
With this boost in popularity, coupled with the songs written by Meng Chuan, it would be difficult for Meng Jixiang not to become famous.
"You...you really want me to do a live stream from your old house?"
Meng Jixiang said excitedly.
Meng Jixiang is well aware of how terrifying Meng Chuan's popularity is right now.
Anything related to Meng Chuan can attract a great deal of attention online.
"Why not?"
Meng Chuan smiled and said:
"Besides, my old house no longer belongs to my family; it's public property. You can use it as you please, sing well, and don't let these songs down."
Meng Jixiang nodded heavily, his eyes shining with hope.
He knew that his life might be completely changed from this moment on because of Meng Chuan.
Just then, Meng Dabao suddenly came running over in a hurry.
When he saw Meng Chuan, he became very reserved:
"Xiao...Xiao Chuan, um...Huo Wanxi wants to come to thank you in person. Would you be willing to meet her?"
The live stream had ended, but Huo Wanxi did not leave.
She chose to stay at Meng Dabao's guesthouse.
She really wanted to see Meng Chuan, but she was also worried that Meng Chuan wouldn't want to see her.
Therefore, Meng Dabao was asked to seek Meng Chuan's opinion.
Meng Chuan was about to refuse, but after glancing at Meng Jixiang beside him, he hesitated and said:
"Let her come!"