The Magnificent Son-in-law

"There's another possibility," Lu Yao expressed her opinion, "which is that Brother Yanhuang often talks about this matter so much that Zhao Guo'an no longer cares and can't be bothered to keep arguing, so that's why he closed the window."

The little girl instantly looked deflated and said seriously, "Lu Yao, you've changed."

"Wh-what do you mean changed?" Lu Yao was a bit taken aback.

"Your attitude towards me has changed." The little girl pretended to be very angry and said, "You used to stand on my side, but now you don't support me anymore."

Lu Yao couldn't help but laugh, feeling just like Xiao Feng did when he first heard those three words "you've changed" coming from the little girl's mouth.

What a situation this is.

And just as Xiao Feng was about to say something, before he could, the little girl switched her tune, "But you know, everyone has their own perspective, which is normal. As long as you stand by my side when I need you, you'll still be my favorite Lu Yao."

Lu Yao affectionately ruffled the little girl's hair. There's a certain kind of person, no matter how much she messes around in front of you, you just can't get angry at her.

The little girl was clearly one of those types.

After walking a little further, Xiao Feng slowed down and asked, "What should we buy next?"

"Let me see." The little girl pulled out the list made by Uncle Jiuyue from her pocket and replied, "Next is a waterproof flashlight, a fire striker, and other miscellaneous items like a compass."

Xiao Feng nodded, turned a corner, and saw a large crowd gathered, discussing something non-stop.

Some people were trying to take pictures with their phones, but were blocked by a person in a security guard uniform who wouldn't let them.

"What's going on?" Lu Yao frowned slightly.

The little girl seemed very happy, "I just knew, bringing Brother Xiao Feng along would definitely lead to encountering something lively and fun."

Xiao Feng's face turned dark, thinking that didn't sound like a compliment.

However, Xiao Feng was also curious about what was happening.

Protecting the little girl and Lu Yao, he made his way to the front of the crowd, and was immediately surprised.

A handsome young man was passionately singing with a guitar, seemingly oblivious to the world, but the crowd's chatter was too loud, drowning out his song.

After all, street performers are common, but few can draw so much attention and discussion, and even pointing and gossip.

There must be a reason for the kind of reaction this young man was getting.

Firstly, his outfit was eye-catching—dressed in a Hanfu with deep-sea blue wig, and there was no payment QR code or a tip jar for song requests in front of him.

Overall, he didn't seem like a street performer but rather a performance artist.

"Stop taking pictures, stop taking pictures, you can watch but no photos or videos," said one of the security guards with a megaphone to the crowd.

"Are you being reasonable?" an older woman complained, "We haven't even said you're disturbing the peace, yet you're acting all high and mighty?"

Soon, someone chimed in, "Exactly! If you don't want people to watch, go somewhere else. Dressed like that singing on the street, and you can't even let people take pictures, do you own this place?"

The security guard, knowing he was in the wrong, had to plead with a smile, "You can watch, but taking pictures is really not allowed. We're just following orders, please be considerate."

These words immediately sparked stronger reactions, with many hot-tempered people fighting to argue with the security guard.

"This is new," Xiao Feng clicked his tongue in wonder, "Someone dressed like this singing on the street, with guards preventing photos—what kind of wealthy young master is acting out?"

Just as he finished speaking, the sound from the speaker stopped, and the young man frowned, "Do you want to force me to call the police, making it unbearable for me to stay here?"

The security guard who had been shouting with the megaphone replied bitterly, "The chairman specifically told us to watch over you, young master, please understand, we have our difficulties too."

Though his words were respectful, he was cursing internally. If it weren't for relying on your family's salary, who would care about your embarrassment?

At this point, the little girl pulled over an older woman holding her grandson, asking, "Auntie, what's going on here?"

The older woman eagerly replied, "Oh, young people these days, they're far more direct in pursuing love than we were.

At the temple fair a couple of days ago, this young man met a girl there, he fell for her, and now he wants to find her, so he's singing the song she requested over and over here.

He sings alright, but listening to the same song repeatedly gets tiresome. Interestingly, my grandson stops crying when he hears his singing."

Just as she said that, the baby, a little over a year old, suddenly started crying.

The older woman hurriedly tried to calm him down, and shouted, "Young man, don't stop, keep singing."

The little girl, with a forehead full of black lines, basically understood the situation.

"This guy is quite lovesick," Lu Yao commented.

Xiao Feng waved his hand, noncommittally saying, "Alright, let's just get the rest of our stuff first."

The little girl and Lu Yao nodded in agreement.

But just as the three were about to turn away, the young man, ignoring the guard's obstruction, plugged the guitar's pickup into the amp, and started singing and playing into the microphone.

"The boundless horizon is my love, flowers blooming at the foot of the rolling blue hills, what kind of rhythm is the most swinging, what kind of song is the most joyous..."

Hearing this familiar tune, Xiao Feng and the others paused, and the rest of the lyrics automatically popped into their minds.

Objectively speaking, the young man's voice was full and rich but mixed with a bit of hoarseness, apparently due to singing for too long as the old woman suggested, leading to a decline in condition.

Though he managed to transform this song, once a widely adored square dance hit, into something soothing and melancholic, showing he had some skills.

Still, that's not the point. The point is, does the girl who requested this song have such unique taste?

Not that there's anything wrong with this song per se, it's just that a guitar is more suited for folk songs, poetry, and distant places. Using it to accompany songs with a stronger beat seems a bit thin.

"Stop watching; if he keeps singing this one song, someone will call the police soon," Xiao Feng shook his head and said.

To be honest, he hoped the young man could achieve his wish and find the girl who moved his heart, but he didn't approve of this approach.

"Wait!" The little girl suddenly said, as if she had discovered something.

"What is it?"

"Look at that painting," the little girl pointed to the board behind the young man.