Nervous bar, uneasy in the upper and lower hearts, always have a restless heart.

Bars in big cities are different from bars in small cities, and they don't talk about the scale of the show, but about the special atmosphere. The apprehensive bar focuses on nostalgic themes, attracting post-70s generations in their thirties. It has a strong mark of the times.

The bar owner is very thoughtful, and people of this age are on the rise and are gradually becoming the mainstay of all walks of life. Step by step development is not easy, and finally the career is successful, and it is time to enjoy life.

Whether it's entertaining guests or getting together with three or two friends, they all like it here.

Men with successful careers come here, and there are some young girls who prefer mature and stable men with financial strength.

Shan Shibo likes to come here, because there are women, and since Su Zhou came, they have been stuck here.

He was famous in the bar, notoriously bold, and sometimes bought the whole order on a whim. Such a living Lei Feng is of course welcome.

As soon as he entered the bar, many people greeted him, and they didn't know anyone in the past, and they should have drunk a lot of his wine.

It doesn't matter, men, you should be bold.

The three of them found a place to sit down, and the waiter came over enthusiastically. Of course, the God of Wealth is warmly welcomed.

"Old rules!" Shan said.

The so-called old rule is to open the best wine, and he usually says this when entertaining distinguished guests. First, it shows respect for the other party, and secondly, it also shows its own strength status.

Don't look at him and Wu Tian are a bit tiger-brained, but there is no ambiguity in the business field, otherwise such a big family business will not be handed over to him to take care of.

When the wine came up, the waiter poured wine for the three of them.

"Is Su Zhou coming today?" Wu Tian asked.

"Come on, today Wednesday, she'll definitely come!" Shan Shibo explained, knowing Su Zhou's whereabouts very well.

She usually comes at 135, especially on Wednesdays, and the thunder can't move.

On stage, a boy played the guitar and sang "A Letter to Home", a very old song, a song dedicated to his parents.

The audience was pulled to that era by this song.

A few people drank and lowered their heads, thinking that they hadn't been home for a long time.

Always busy, always busy, but I don't know what I'm busy with? If you have money and a career, if you don't have your parents, how sad it is.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait. Most people understand this truth, but when it comes to their turn, it is difficult to do.

It is only in this atmosphere that some of the past events are recalled. After I go back, I will still devote myself to the career and competition.

It's really not easy for outsiders in Yanjing City!

After singing a letter from home, the boy sang another song "Xiao Fang". A song that enlivens the atmosphere.

There are many people from the countryside, and there is a girl in their memories with two thick braids and bright eyes. Under the big tree at the head of the village, by the small river in the east of the village, ignorant love is deduced.

Many people sang along with the stage, and for a while, the atmosphere was small.

"Is Su Zhou finished singing?" Wu Tian asked again.

"No, every time Su Zhou is the finale, what is a bowl, understand?" Shan Shibo said proudly.

Ling Luo was also very curious about this Su Zhou, if he didn't care about Shan Shibo's praise, then he remembered Angkor's praise.

To be able to make Wu Tian say that it is a special woman, it must be very special!

After the boys in the audience finished singing, a woman with a graceful temperament gave him a crown.

There are gifts in the bar, and there are three kinds of flowers, which are two hundred, five hundred and one thousand. The crown is one thousand and one, and then there is the scepter, three thousand and one.

Then the singers split up with the bar, about five or five points. Of course, the more popular singers will have a higher share.

The boy smiled at the woman and thanked her.

As for what happened next, I'm afraid only the parties concerned are more clear. The bar is the place to play, and everyone takes what they need.

After the boys finished singing, there was a short break, but the people, especially some men, were waiting for something.

Shan Shibo squinted at the men in the audience, seeing which one dared to make a mistake here.

Su Zhou is going to go!

The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and Ling Luo raised his eyes to watch. A wonderful figure walked up to the stage, sat gently in a rocking chair, played a few strings and tried the guitar.

Instant silence below!

The lights do not hit the stage, giving people countless blind thoughts, and only this hazy temptation is even more crazy.

A few melodies sounded, and a tune came.

Ling Luo frowned slightly, thoughtfully, because this song was too familiar, it was the song "Listen to Mother Tell That Past Thing".

The song fluttered, and then the song wafted out. That song was performed by that woman to the extreme, perfectly.

Ling Luo's brows furrowed even tighter, and he always felt that she was very much like a person.

The people in the audience were not crazy, they were surprisingly quiet, enjoying the beauty of the music with their eyes closed, as well as the distant memories.

If "A Letter to Home" expresses the song of the wanderer who misses his parents, then this song interprets those past and has a more sense of substitution.

When I was a child, there were few computers, no mobile phones, and even televisions. At night, the children sit on the grain piles, watching the clouds drift in the sky and listening to the stories told by their mothers.

I won't have that feeling again, but I'll always keep it in my mind.

After a long time, the song has not been dispersed. Everyone doesn't seem to have come to their senses, and they still have a good time.

Shan Shibo said proudly: "How is it?

Wu Tian smiled and said, "Look at your look!"

Shan Shibo pointed to the others and said, "Don't look at me, look at them, just like me!" That is, you, a monk who doesn't eat meat, don't feel it." ”

On the stage, the woman's voice sounded, very beautiful!

I don't know if I will ever see him in the future, but I just want to say thank you for taking care of me in that city. Plus, some miss him!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar, and the audience was in chaos.

The sentence was shocking because she had never said anything like this. In everyone's hearts, she is a fairy who cannot be blasphemed, as if she will always be the feeling of being high, cold, and not eating the fireworks of the world.

Suddenly, the fairy fell into the mortal dust. It turns out that she also has someone to worry about!

Shan Shibo's eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, and he vaguely felt that the person was a man. How could it be that the woman he had worked so hard to pursue had a sweetheart? He couldn't accept that.

Wu Tian's gaze fell on Ling Luo, because he had been very quiet, and at this moment, he could see that his mood was very wrong.

Ling Luo himself knew that his eyes were moist.

took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and only heard the ringing on the stage, it was still the song "Listen to Mom Tell the Old Thing", and it was sung by himself.