Everyone has the right to choose their own path and even their own way of life, and even as a friend, there is no reason or reason to interfere with other people's choices, because that is a particularly stupid act.

Independence is the need for every personality to immerse themselves in the soul.

Zhao Fusheng is like this, and so is Tan Kaixuan.

So at the very beginning, it was obvious that Li Zhiyuan had thoughts about Mu Qingqing, but Tan Kaixuan didn't stop him, because in Tan Kaixuan's opinion, if Zhao Fusheng didn't mean anything to Mu Qingqing, he didn't have any reason to stop Li Zhiyuan.

However, facts have proved that the desire to harm others is indispensable, and the desire to guard against others is indispensable.

When Zhao Fusheng was caught off guard, Li Zhiyuan actually pointed the finger at him.

As the saying goes, a fish makes a pot of soup. It has to be said that sometimes one person can indeed change the mood of a party. Although it is not as good as the degree to which those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, at least, before and after the arrival of Li Zhiyuan and his roommates, the atmosphere of the whole party has changed.

Men always like to show their strong side in front of women, especially beautiful women, this is the instinct of male creatures, whether it is human or animal for thousands of years.

Obviously, in Li Zhiyuan's view, no matter whether Zhao Fusheng is interested in Mu Qingqing or not, he will become a stepping stone for him to pursue Mu Qingqing.

Zhao Fusheng was very irritable, this kind of bloody thing, he hated it very much, he originally drank a little wine today, coupled with the rendering of the atmosphere of the song hall, his mood was not very good, Li Zhiyuan's behavior was like a fuse that ignited the explosive bag, which made Zhao Fusheng more and more uncomfortable.

But as a mature and rational person, he couldn't get up and wave his fists, which made Zhao Fusheng's heart seem to have a fire burning.

"He doesn't like to sing, so I'll sing a song. ”

Tan Kaixuan opened his mouth and took over the conversation.

"Yes, let's sing, come, come, come. Wen Yu and Wang Zhen naturally saw that something was wrong, as roommates, of course they were on Zhao Fusheng's side.

"Hehe, coward. ”

I don't know who whispered, the voice was not loud, but Zhao Fusheng heard it, and Hu Xia and the others also heard it.

Tan Kaixuan's face suddenly became ugly, and he stood directly opposite Li Zhiyuan, "Li Zhiyuan, what do you mean?"

Li Zhiyuan smiled and didn't speak, but the people around him said in a mocking tone: "What's the matter, I don't dare to sing a song, and I still learn to pick up girls?"

Seeing that Tan Kaixuan's face was gloomy, Zhao Fusheng, who knew that this guy was going to fight, sighed helplessly and slowly stood up.

He didn't want to cause trouble, and more importantly, Zhao Fusheng, who was proud in his bones, despised this kind of jealousy for women in his heart, which was too naïve and boring.

"Wang Zhen, go and ask the boss here, do you have a guitar?" Zhao Fusheng said a word, instructed Wang Zhen out, and then looked at Tan Kaixuan behind him, "You stop, there are so many girls, don't make people laugh." ”

Listening to Zhao Fusheng's words, Tan Kaixuan took a deep breath and was about to speak, but saw Zhao Fusheng shaking his head lightly, "Trust me." ”

After speaking, Zhao Fusheng looked behind Li Zhiyuan, the person who had just mocked him, blinked his eyes and asked, "Do you like to pick up soap?"

"Huh?"

The man looked inexplicable, obviously not understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, feeling that he had few friends.

"What do you mean?" Li Zhiyuan looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Fusheng ignored him, just stood there quietly, waiting for Wang Zhen.

Soon, Wang Zhen came back and actually brought a guitar.

"No, how do you know there's a guitar here?" Wang Zhen asked strangely as he handed the guitar to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng didn't speak, just took the guitar and lowered his head to fiddle, but Mu Qingqing on the side suddenly spoke, "When I entered the door, there was a singer on the stage downstairs......"

When there is a resident singer, there are naturally musical instruments, and the guitar is undoubtedly indispensable.

Even Zhao Fusheng glanced at Mu Qingqing in surprise, he didn't expect her observation to be so careful.

After fiddling with the guitar for a while, Zhao Fusheng pursed his lips, looked at the surrounding environment, shook his head, and asked Wang Zhen, "Is the next performance starting?"

The KTV they came to is a good entertainment place near the school, with a bar downstairs and a singing place upstairs.

Wang Zhen shook his head, "Let's wait a while, it seems that there is a singer performing now, and my guitar was borrowed there." ”

Zhao Fusheng sighed and looked at Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia, "Go down." ”

Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia were inexplicable, and when the two of them looked at each other, they saw that Zhao Fusheng had already stood up and went out with the guitar on his back.

"Hmph, make a fool of yourself!" Li Zhiyuan muttered, and before he could say anything, Hu Xia, Tan Kaixuan and the others had already followed Zhao Fusheng out, and even Mu Qingqing followed.

From beginning to end, I didn't look at him.

"Let's go, let's go and see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd. Li Zhiyuan stomped his feet and walked out.

When they walked downstairs, they saw that Zhao Fusheng was already sitting in the position that originally belonged to the singer, with a microphone in front of him and a guitar that had just been tuned in his hand.

"This song, dedicated to my father. Zhao Fusheng cleared his throat and gently plucked the strings, and a melodious melody sounded.

"In 1984, the crops were not yet harvested.

My son lay in my arms and slept so sweetly.

Tonight's open-air movie, I don't have time to watch it.

My wife reminded me to fix the pedals of the sewing machine.

I'm going to go tomorrow and borrow some more money from my neighbor's house.

The child cried all day, clamoring for cookies.

The blue polyester shirt drilled into my heart.

Squatting on the edge of the pond and giving himself two punches.

This is my father,

The words in the diary,

This is the legacy of his youth,

Prose poems left behind,

Years later, I watched the tears streaming down my face,

My father is as old as a shadow. ”

In Zhao Fusheng's memory, his father was never a very strong person, thin, with high cheekbones, and a little hunched back because of perennial fatigue.

I still remember that one year I went to the field, my father sent me to the station, he didn't let him take his luggage, he had to carry his suitcase alone, trembling body walked in front, looking at his father's gray hair, he realized that his father was really old.

His vision gradually blurred, Zhao Fusheng's voice was already a little choked, and at this moment, he couldn't tell where he was.

"In 1994, the crops had already been harvested.

My old mother passed away last year.

The son, wearing a white shirt, ran into the schoolyard.

But recently, he has lost a lot of weight in some of his minds.

Think about the future,

I'm old with a pile of old paper money.

At that time, the son was a real man.

There was a lovely girl who made a home with him,

I hope they don't have such a hard life.

This is my father,

The words in the diary,

This is the prose poem that he left behind in his life.

Years later,

I watched the tears flow from my eyes,

But my father was as old as a shadow.

This is my father,

The words in the diary,

It's his life, stay,

Prose poems that remained.

Years later,

I watched the tears flow from my eyes,

But my father was like an old newspaper in the wind.

These are the footprints left by that generation,

After a few storms, the traces will be erased.

This land once made me cry,

But how many sad pasts have been buried. ”

At the beginning, there were still people laughing in the bar, but as Zhao Fusheng's singing accompanied by the sound of the guitar, the whole bar gradually quieted down.

The sound of the piano is like clear spring water, refreshing people's hearts.

Sometimes, what is tear-jerking does not need to be vigorous and impassioned, but ordinary.

Father's love is like a mountain, the broken permanent bicycle that carried us to school when I was a child, and the figure of carrying us to the hospital when I was in college, are all memories of my father.

Looking at the boy on the stage who was already in tears, Mu Qingqing felt for the first time that she really didn't know him.

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At the end of the song, Zhao Fusheng stood up, put the guitar on the chair, glanced at the audience, and said lightly, "I don't sing because I never sing songs written by others." ”

After speaking, he wiped the corners of his eyes and turned to leave.