"Thank you, thank you." Huang Xiaoxiang bowed and shouted.

"OK." The crowd around applauded.

"it's scattered. What are you doing? Don't hinder the traffic." A patrolman stood in the crowd and clapped. After a while, he remembered what he had come to do. The square was not small, and there were supermarkets nearby. The traffic at night was huge. The street art like this didn't matter. After all, it didn't hinder the traffic. But tonight, hundreds of people were surrounded Listening to songs here makes the square a little crowded, hindering the normal passage of some shoppers. Thank you. I'm sorry Huang Xiaoxiang handed the guitar back to the girl...