Chen Yi didn't change his clothes, and rode out of the staff garage with a small dilapidated electric donkey: "Good brother, walk, you've been waiting for so long, I'll treat you today." ”

"It's okay, I'll please, I just sent the manuscript fee. Chen Yin didn't dislike it, and directly put his crotch on the back seat of the battery car without care.

With the loud sound of electric current starting, the battery car drove forward.

Such a scene is all too common in this bustling metropolis, with incense cars and BMWs indulging in drunken people in the traffic flow, as well as ordinary and simple means of transportation like Chen Yin.

But we are all on the same path, but the more far-reaching paths are different and incompatible.

A small bar, but dozens of hundreds of square meters, is located next to a quiet small street, and the customers who usually visit it are young people who pursue a circle of pure land, or people who simply pursue a touch of alcohol in life.

In this kind of place, there is no electronic music bombed to the extreme, there are no DJs who do their best to set off the atmosphere for the sake of the atmosphere, there are no nightclub cuties who rub on the gold owner in order to rub the card, and there are no corpses all over the ground.

A resident singer, a band, groups of three or five, everyone drinks separately, each has its own heart, each has its own life, and each has its own pursuit of drinkers.

Chen Yin's arrival was inconspicuous, and when they walked to the front of the bar, when the literary boss asked what they wanted to drink, they ordered two unremarkable beers and charcoal-grilled shredded squid.

Now the band on the field is singing a ballad, the lead singer holds the guitar, under the simple and clear chords, the singing voice is also passable, and occasionally customers give tips from time to time to express their appreciation for the level of the lead singer.

"The singing is okay, it's a bit of a taste. Chen Yi cast an affirmative gaze.

"This is the first time I've had a drink with my brother. Chen Yin lifted his wine glass and gestured to Chen Yi: "Actually, I have to thank you for taking care of me in those months, let's go." ”

"Okay, okay, okay. Chen Yile said with a smile.

After drinking a glass of each and eating some snacks, Chen Yin felt some comfort.

Perhaps, in this fast-paced metropolis, what he pursues is just that touch of comfort that he hopes for in his heart, in fact, no matter where he is, the earth world, or here.

It's just that on the other side, there are things he is familiar with, and people who have lived for more than 20 years, familiar people, but now, there is nothing left, and all that is left for him is a vague memory.

When he came to this life, all that remained was loneliness and confusion.

Maybe he can feel that he can talk to Chen Yi because he sees the same characteristics in Chen Yi.

Chen Yi, everyone who knows him, thinks he is very nervous, funny, and a little disgusted, for a long time, Chen Yin has seen too many diners who come to the small shop, and has cast a lot of boredom and banter voices for this ordinary man who lives silently in the mundane world.

But what Chen Yin felt was only Chen Yi's indifferent smile and his self-accommodating voice.

Chen Yin felt that it shouldn't be like this, but Chen Yi himself seemed to think that it should be like this.

Chen Yin didn't know what happened to this 'good brother', but he could feel the same loneliness from him, and the same, incompatible with the world.

Listening to the song and drinking the wine, Chen Yin completely forgot about going to work tomorrow.

After drinking, the band entered the intermission, and the lead singer and the band went to moisten their throats and recover.

There was silence in the small bar, and the owner was about to walk over to his laptop to play a song.

Chen Yin held the wine glass, and suddenly had an idea, and called the boss: "Eh, boss, is the band going to rest now?"

The boss was very polite, nodded at Chen Yin, and smiled: "Yes, do you have anything you need, guest?"

"Do you accept customer performances here?" Chen Yin asked.

The boss was just stunned for a moment, and quickly regained his smile: "Of course accept it, this is our culture, are you going to sing?"

"I want to sing a song. Chen Yin replied.

The boss nodded: "Okay, no problem, the instruments are all plugged in, you can go directly to the field." ”

Generally, there is a culture in a small bar like theirs, not only the band can sing, but if the customers have talent, they can actually show it, but there may not be a few customers who are willing to go up and sing throughout the year.

After all, everyone can sing this thing, but not everyone 'can' sing.

Not to mention really singing well, being able to go on the stage to face the audience and spectators.

If you can't go up yourself, it's not a shameful thing, and this is not a KTV on a barbecue stand, everyone will judge you with professional eyes.

Chen Yin just took a deep look at Chen Yi, who was secretly borrowing wine to kill his sorrows, and walked towards the performance stage.

The boss was also happy to see this kind of scene, and took a microphone and announced to the audience: "Next, we welcome customers from table 2 at the front desk to the stage and invite everyone to enjoy a song..."

Chen Yin didn't care about the gazes of others, with the strength of wine, he only felt that he had countless emotions in his heart, came to the keyboard, turned on the switch, his fingers fell, he was familiar with the timbre, and then sat down, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

I haven't touched these things for a long time, and I don't know if I'm unfamiliar with it, when he was still in school in his previous life, he was also forced to make a living, or had his own dream, and went to the bar to sing, and it was still very interesting during that time.

Chen Yin's fingertips fell, and the timbre of the piano sounded in the bar, the tone of C was just right, the melody was not exciting, and there was no impetuous atmosphere, it was as plain as water, and it was just right.

Waiting for the prelude to march, Chen Yin slowly opened his mouth, his breath was gentle, and Yun Yun sang....

Someone as good as me...

should have lived a brilliant life...

How did more than twenty years come to an end....

Still floating in the sea of people.....

Someone as smart as me ....

I have long said goodbye to simplicity ....

Why did you still use a relationship.....

Go get a scar.....

Someone like me who is confused.....

Someone like me looking for.....

Someone like me who does nothing.....

How many other people have you seen......

Chen Yin's singing voice is not a loud or undulating type, low and a little hoarse at the same time, but it does not lose its resonance.

This is not a song that can show more singing skills, and even has a bit of a flat and straightforward taste.

But it was such a tune that fell silent in the small bar as soon as it was opened, and everyone looked at it.

There was also Chen Yi, who rubbed the bridge of his nose while drinking wine, and looked up at the ceiling.

There were no other band members, no other instruments, just a keyboard, and a man.

But the things sung, like life, make people feel a lot, their own shadow....