He sang so well that many people placed their money in the young man's hat.
Ten dollars, twenty, fifty, a hundred…
After he finished the song, the young man's hat was filled with enough money for him to survive the freezing winter.
Huo Yunshen handed the microphone back to the young man who was already stunned. He watched Huo Yunshen walk to his pregnant wife and take her away.
"Thank you…," he said to them. There was a moment that he even wanted to ask if he was the famous Ni Yun himself.
On their way back, Jing Xi laughed, "Now I understand why they say some people sing for a living while others sing to kill. You helped him make a fortune just now."
"Well, I meant to sing just for you."
"What a pity it would be if you never sang again."
"If you want, I can sing for you every day."
"Will you also write songs?"
"If you want to sing, I'll write only for you."