Because it reminded Mingyan of the days when he struggled to survive in the darkness... the days of hysteria.
All art that evokes the deepest emotions in the human heart is good art.
As Mingyan turned the corner, he suddenly heard someone shouting and cursing from the house next door.
"You brat! Singing all day long! What are you singing for! It's so noisy!"
Mingyan glanced at it and continued forward following the music.
He saw an abandoned garage, where a young girl was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Yeah, a punk girl.
She was dressed in ripped denim, with two thin braids sticking out of her head, and covered in metal ornaments.
She turned her face around, and sure enough, her face was covered in colorful makeup, and she was wearing a nose ring and a lip ring.
"Hey sir! What are you looking at!" the punk girl said bluntly.
Mingyan's lips twitched: "Uncle?"
His appearance was a bit disheveled, and his stubble hadn't been properly shaved.
After all, they had just come from a wilderness survival club... Being travel-worn was a kind of charm, and also a way for young nobles to show off.
But surely not enough to be mistaken for an older man?
Mingyan didn't stand on ceremony with her. He sat down on a bench with half a pizza next to him and said in a nonchalant tone, "You sing well."
The punk girl grinned, revealing a wicked smile, and said, "Uncle, you know about music too?"
“I don’t understand music, but I have ears,” Ming said.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and quickly wrote down two lines of lyrics, saying, "Your melody is powerful, but the lyrics don't quite reach that level. Try this line."
The punk girl took the paper and glanced at it with a hint of disbelief.
Suddenly, she began to tremble, and her face glowed with excitement.
The music machine quickly resumed its drumming as the electricity flowed smoothly and the girl moved.
You buried all the recordings in the backyard.
I'll dig them up again when you're not looking at them.
You can also bury my body in the backyard.
I'll dig myself out again when you no longer care about me!
The punk girl paused, panting as she sang, and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, not bad!"
Mingyan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Your composition is very good. Would you be interested in making music in our studio?"
"..." The girl looked Mingyan up and down again. "Uncle, have you eaten yet? I'll give you two hundred yuan for these two lines of lyrics. Go buy something to eat."
Clearly stated: "..."
Don't let his current down-on-his-luck appearance fool you, he's actually a hidden billionaire!
Chapter 31 An Encounter with Heavenly Music
Just as Mingyan was about to explain something, the punk girl's mother suddenly appeared.
"You brat! You're making noise outside again!"
The woman walked over and twisted the punk girl's ear.
Judging from the distance, she had traveled a long way; the tip of her nose was red from the cold.
The punk girl cried out in pain, yelling, "This is music! Music!"
"Nobody appreciates this! What kind of garbage are you making!" Her mother showed no mercy, dragging her outside the abandoned garage. "Your parents sent you to college, bought you musical instruments, so you could study hard, go to a concert hall, and find a stable, respectable job—not so you could hang out with homeless people in this godforsaken place!"
Mingyan said, "...Wait, let me introduce myself first—"
He took out a business card from his pocket.
However, the punk girl struggled and accidentally knocked Mingyan's business card to the ground.
"He's not a homeless man! He's my soulmate!" the girl roared. "He understands music! And you understand nothing!"
Her mother was furious and chased after her with a stick.
The two ran one after the other, both extremely familiar with the street, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Mingyan chased after him for a while, but couldn't catch up, so he had to go back to the garage.
The letter "VV" was drawn on the automatic musical instrument used by the girl, which may be her code name or stage name.
Mingyan took a picture of the words and then squatted down next to it.
He waited there for a long time, but the girl never returned.
—Oh no, maybe her guardian has locked her up at home.
Then, Mingyan knocked on the doors of several neighboring houses to inquire.
They didn't know where the girl was from or how to contact her.