As soon as Liang Ye started to sing, not only did every man with a Mysterious Songbird's legacy feel something hit them in the face, but Li Yan did too.
"Big bro, you play rock music, what's the use of playing it~ ah?"
A little New Year greeting tune, an off-key and hoarse duck voice, with a playful nasal sound.
With the blare of the suona, it pierced through the skies!
Blowing and beating at weddings and funerals, like a stick hitting a pancake, the chatter of thirty-something old women.
That was all from Liang Ye opening his mouth.
A leather jacket? Black sunglasses? Skull rings? Long hair?
Even in big flowery underpants, one could sing rock 'n' roll!
The suona rose high into the sky:
"I must learn something new to show off! Only then can you keep on liking it."
"Look at that art, like a naturally born mute."
"It must find another way to talk, to talk yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
Both men saw a prompt before their eyes.
