PS Chapter 81 – The Power of In Spring
Tick-Tock!
Just after dinner, Chen Jian sat down in front of the computer as usual. He skillfully opened the small blue tag in the browser collection column and linked it into the website.
Chen Jian is a middle-age man salaried worker. He has a gentle and kind wife and a lively and lovely daughter. At the same time, he is also burdened with heavy mortgage and family responsibilities.
So, he quit smoking and playing games, reduced the number of times he went out with his friends, saved money, and saved most of his spare time in a small study, surfing the Internet and watching news, novels, movies and videos.
Yous.h.i.+.com is the earliest and largest video website in China, claiming to have hundreds of millions of registered members. Chen Jian likes to watch a variety of rich and colorful video programs on it.
Because they’re all free.
Chen Jian has already scroll down twice and he still has not found the content he likes. Suddenly, a small pop-up window popped up and arbitrarily intrudes into his line of sight.
“There are more and more advertis.e.m.e.nts on Yous.h.i.+.”
Chen Jian muttered discontentedly. Of course, he had become accustomed to the “discriminatory” treatment of being a free member, and accepted to open the pop-up video because clicking on an ad could increase his points and he could exchange it for a full members.h.i.+p.
Pop-up video instantly extended to the entire screen, and the picture is quite clear.
The first thing Chen Jian saw was the scene of a bustling metropolis. He could easily tell that it was the capital.
Then the camera swoops down at high speed and enters an underground pedestrian pa.s.sage.
The s.p.a.cious underpa.s.s was clean and tidy. People very busily come and go. The men and women in the city are jostling their shoulders, and their footsteps are as fast as the rhythm of the city.
On the side of the underpa.s.s, surrounded by yellow lines, many street artists are performing magic, dancing and singing, hoping that their performances can stop the footsteps of the pedestrians.
The camera moved forward and ended up in a street band.
A middle-aged singer with a guitar stood in front of the microphone, his eyes showing a touch of vicissitudes, as if recollecting something.
The drummer, keyboarder, ba.s.sist and guitarist were leaning against the wall, looking like a solidified sculpture.
After a while, the noise in the underground pa.s.sage gradually disappeared, and the prelude to the music began to play.
The band seemed to wake up from a deep sleep.
Then they started singing!
“Remember the spring many years ago,
At that time, I haven’t cut my long hair short.
Without credit cards without her
No home with 24-hour hot water.
But then I was so happy,
Although with only a broken guitar,
In the streets, under the bridges, in the fields,
Singing song that n.o.body cares!
……”
When the slightly hoa.r.s.e voice sounded out from the speaker worth more than 100 yuan and pa.s.sed to Chen Jian’s ear, his hand holding the mouse suddenly became incomparably stiff, and his index finger that was on the left key couldn’t be pressed down.
Originally, he was going to click the close b.u.t.ton.
