A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Take a short rest in the hotel. Due to the time difference, everyone has no tasks today, the main thing is to adjust the state and move freely.

Li Mushang was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, so he changed into casual clothes, put on a hat and a mask, and also confusedly put on black-rimmed glasses.

He was very confident in this suit, and walked out of the hotel with a backpack on his back.

The ancient city of Weiner is still very lively at night. Tourists from all over the world are shopping in the night market, feeling the cultural atmosphere and enjoying a real treat.

This city has the largest number of freelancers in the world, and most of them rely on tipping at the night market at night.

At this time Li Mushang was attracted by a drummer and couldn't walk at all.

He was just passing by. At that time, the white guy had just opened the stall, with a simple small speaker and a few plastic buckets.

The main reason was that the plastic barrel was too eye-catching, and it was impossible not to be noticed. Li Mushang was also very curious at the time, so he stopped, wanting to see what kind of medicine the other party was selling in the gourd.

After the young man was ready, he held the drumstick firmly in his hand and struck the drumhead of the plastic bucket.

This percussion method is similar to that of Uncle Mu Yang back then. Li Mushang lamented that Uncle Mu Yang did not come to Weiner with him, otherwise he would have had a lot of conversations with this young drummer.

He took out a one-euro steel coin from his pocket and put it in the bucket. The young man smiled and expressed his thanks.

Recently, the performance at the Golden Theater is coming soon, Weiner has a lot of tourists, and his income has also increased. Who is unhappy when he earns more money?
Not far from the drummer, another street performer attracted Li Mushang's attention.

This person wore a hat made of the feathers of an unknown bird, his upper body was naked, and his entire skin was dark.

Those who are familiar with Western history will know that these are the Indians, the earliest residents of the Western Continent, and the whites are nothing but colonists, and even massacred the Indians.

The Indian was kneeling on the mat, with a string of hand bells beside him. Li Mushang could tell at a glance that they were definitely handmade. The bells were not made of metal, but seemed to be made of some kind of dry fruit shell.

He was really curious, but there were too many people around, so he didn't have the nerve to take a closer look.

When the melody of the music sounded, Li Mushang was stunned for a moment, feeling sad, sad, and helpless.

This made his nose unavoidably feel sore, and the ringing of the hand bell was not clear and crisp, which was very stuffy but made the audience feel even more congested.

After putting down the handbell, the man took out an instrument similar to Xiao's, but obviously more primitive.

The sound when played is also similar to Xiao's sound quality, simple and thick.

The performance didn't last long, but it opened Li Mushang's eyes. As expected of the city of art, the performances of street performers alone made him linger and forget to return.

Halfway through the pedestrian street, Li Mushang's stomach was already growling, and he hadn't had a proper meal since he came to Weiner.

When he came here for the first time, he was not familiar with the place, and he didn't know which store. After looking for it, he finally opened an old store that looked like the decoration had traces of time.

Pushing open the wooden door, the wind chimes on the room jingled.

There weren't too many people in the store at this time, and the interior decoration was as simple as the exterior, with only a few small wooden tables that looked very old.

The boss is a kind old man with white hair. When he saw Li Mushang, he smiled and said, "Welcome, my young friend!"

These words instantly made Li Mushang feel good in the unfamiliar environment. After being guided by the waiter to sit down, he opened the menu of very pure western food.

But he was naturally not interested in Western food, so he casually ordered a steak set menu that included the main dish, and then closed the menu.

Sitting directly in front of him was an old man, wearing a coat of the same style as Sherlock Holmes, very elegant.

This person seems to be a very good friend with the shop owner, chatting and laughing constantly in the local language of Weiner.

Li Mushang's meals were served quickly, and I have to say that the portion of Western food is really too small, even the main meal of steak is only such a small piece, it's not enough to fit between the teeth.

He whispered to himself: "This is why I don't like Western food, the portion is too small!"

The old gentleman in front seemed to hear the complaint, turned his head and looked over, the two looked at each other, nodded and smiled and said in English.

"Shop owners like Weiner believe that artists and those who pursue art are angels who do not eat the fireworks of the world."

"Is it normal to give a small portion?"

"It's actually more to blame, the shop owner is too picky!"

The humorous words made Li Mushang very happy, and the gentleman in front of him is too funny!
The old man looked at Li Mushang's attire and appearance, and asked, "Excuse me, young man, are you from China?"

Li Mushang nodded, but he still told a white lie: "This time, the Wiener Theater invited Huaxia's queen to participate. As a Huaxia person, I must go to cheer her on."

These words did not cause a particularly big surprise, after all, it is normal to cheer for the stars of one's own country.

He was half full from the meal, when the waiter brought Li Mushang a cup of coffee, which was obviously ground by hand.

Li Mushang said with some doubts: "Did you make a mistake?"

"I never ordered coffee!"

The beautiful waitress smiled and pointed to the gentleman in front of him: "Mr. Thomas ordered for you, he treats you."

The old man named Thomas turned his head, smiled kindly again, and raised the coffee cup in his hand at the same time.

Li Mushang nodded to express his gratitude, and also raised the coffee cup in his hand.

After walking out of the restaurant, night had already begun, and the originally bustling night market also began to close its stalls.

Li Mushang was still puzzled on the way, why the name Thomas was so familiar, but he really couldn't remember it for a while.

After returning to the hotel, he went back to bed again. He was not full but half full, and soon fell asleep slowly.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Mushang woke up from the bed, opened the window and the fresh air came in. There were no people on the road outside, but it became a paradise for pigeons, and they were holding meetings in groups.

Pigeons were mainly used to send letters in ancient China. In the eyes of Westerners, pigeons symbolize freedom, so many cities have pigeons, and gradually formed a unique landscape.

Li Mushang leisurely took out the tea from his backpack, boiled the kettle and made a cup of hot water, sat on the chair on the balcony, drank the tea and enjoyed the leisurely and slow life.