Pure K.

A group of boys and girls are jumping.

They don't know much about dancing, they just shake their heads and tails endlessly. Outsiders can't figure it out, but they enjoy it.

It felt like eating some kind of white granular item.

Zhang Sheng stood at the door to check in. The card is the fat man's card. He didn't have a member of this bar, the fat man did, so he borrowed it.

It was the first time for Zhang Sheng to come to this kind of place, and the flickering dim light made him frown. The further you go inside, the more uncomfortable the feeling becomes.

The background music in the bar was so loud that all kinds of strange music entered his ears and gave him a headache.

In front of the bar, there was a slightly chubby man. He drank and got drunk alone, and his figure was a little depressed and lonely. The scene didn't fit in with the atmosphere over there.

It's not easy to be hairy.

Zhang Sheng recognized it at a glance.

To his right was a guitar that was set up on a nearby stool, and it made a few whimpering sounds as if it were crying as if it were crying.

The bartender at the bar pushed a glass of blue Enchantress in front of him.

Mao Buyi dried up, and then, he seemed to remember the troubles again, and he was even more lonely.

Zhang Sheng pushed away the drunk little yellow hair in front of him and rushed to the bar. Three steps and two steps, through the corridor, and after a while, he sat straight on Mao Buyi's left hand side.

"Why don't you wait for me, one person started drinking. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Sheng picked up the wine list on the table, and his eyes quickly swept from top to bottom. Not surprisingly, each glass of wine is expensive, to say the least, in the triple digits. Zhang Sheng thought for a while and said to the bartender, "Have a glass of pure milk, no sugar." ”

It costs ten dollars to add sugar, and only a fool can add it.

"Okay. "The bartender got the order and got to work.

"You're here!"

Mao Buyi was a little happy when he saw Zhang Sheng coming, but he was a little unhappy when he saw that Zhang Sheng ordered milk, "I said I was drinking." Why do you get some milk back!"

"Come on. Drinking alcohol hurts your body!" Zhang Sheng blinked and explained, "And I'm allergic to alcohol! ”

It is impossible to be allergic to alcohol, and it is impossible to be allergic in this life. It's that he's a little allergic to spending money.

A small cup of the old village chief is a hundred yuan, this is to rob money, right?

No, it's not so fast to grab money.

A capitalist society of all evils.

"Seriously, do you have anything to worry about drinking so much wine in broad daylight?" Zhang Sheng came back to his senses and asked.

"Hey. Mao Buyi sighed again, his face was sad, but he was still stiff-mouthed, "It's okay, we don't mention unhappy things." Drink, let's drink today. I'm in for a treat. ”

As he spoke, Mao Buyi poured another glass of wine that I don't know what brand it was.

As soon as he drank it all, he was hearty and shouted, "Cool." ”

He took off his coat and leaked out of his small vest inside. On the vest was written an English word, "China." ”

"How much have you drunk, so drunk?" Zhang Sheng asked.

Mao Buyi's eyes were erratic, his demeanor was sluggish, and his face was red and hot. Apparently drank a lot of alcohol.

"Not much, I'm not drunk at all. It's only two catties of liquor, and I can still drink it!"

Mao Buyi staggered to his feet, and he almost fell to the ground after a search.

"I haven't drunk too much!" Zhang Sheng helped Mao Buyi to sit on the chair, "If you let your fans see that you are drunk here, they may be sad." ”

Mao Buyi cares a lot about the feelings of fans.

Zhang Sheng discovered this after recording a day yesterday.

"Fans..."Mao Buyi muttered, he muttered quietly, "That's right, I can't let fans see me like this... I can't make them sad..."

He wasn't done yet.

He was not awake again, and he began to cry, and he could not cry silently. Unconsciously, he buried his head in Zhang Sheng's arms, and his tears wet Zhang Sheng's chest.

"I have to do the laundry again when I get home. ”

Zhang Sheng sighed and patted the back of Mao Buyi's head, "So what are you worried about, say it and let me hear it, maybe I can help you?"

Putting it on the back burner, Zhang Sheng would not have said this. What Mao Buyi can't do, he can't do. But now, he has the system, and everything is different.

It is not a good thing to help others within the scope of our ability and make this society more warm and loving.

"You can't help me. ”

Mao Buyi shook his head, he raised his head and sat back in his seat.

Putting away his tears, he continued to drink sullenly.

"Is it a problem with money?" Zhang Sheng thought for a moment and asked.

The adult world can make a man cry. Either the pressure on money is too great, or the feelings are frustrated. Zhang Sheng has never heard that Mao Buyi has a girlfriend, and if he thinks about it, it can only be a money-related issue.

"Uh..."Mao Buyi thought for a moment and asked, "How much money did you get as a mentor this time?"

"Uh... Three hundred and fifty thousand. Zhang Sheng blinked, he didn't tell the truth, he was a little cautious about money-related issues.

"Then you're worse than me. Mao Buyi glanced at Zhang Sheng pitifully.

His franchise fee is eight million, and he also has two million after throwing out the broker's company's share and taxes.

Mao Buyi told Zhang Sheng, "I'm not short of money." ”

"Then what's on your mind?" Zhang Sheng asked.

He was running out of milk on the table, and he didn't want to order another glass.

Fifty dollars a cup!

"There are no good works. Mao Buyi looked at Zhang Sheng, "You are also a creator, can you understand me? ”

"Ef..."Zhang Sheng blinked, "It seems, there should be?"

Creation? What is that...

He copied it all directly.

I don't know much!

Is it the same feeling as when you can't remember the answer during the exam and can't wait to tear up the paper?

If that's how it feels, he can really feel it.

"I want to write a good song, I want to write a golden song that will last a long time. Mao is not easy to clench his fists.

Mao Buyi's dream should be the dream of many musicians. Just as a writer wants his work to be eternal, a painter wants his paintings to be appreciated and understood, and a sketch actor wants his comedy to touch the depths of more people's hearts.

are all higher requirements for themselves.

"I can understand how you feel when you want to write a good song, but you don't have to get drunk here. Zhang Sheng was a little puzzled.

If you want to write a good song, shouldn't you observe life more?

Can you come up with a good song when you buy drunk?

It's all.

"That's right. ”

"But I'm so tired. ”

Mao Buyi exuded a negative aura on his body, "I really want to get drunk like this, don't think about anything, don't care about anything." ”

Zhang Sheng looked uncomfortable.

Everyone has a time when they feel sad, everyone has a time when they feel that the world is not worth it, and everyone has a moment when they get out of the subway and want to turn around and rush to the tracks.

But the more this situation is, the stronger the person has to be. People will not be beaten by life, they will only be defeated by their own indulgence.

At this time, you should listen to some light-hearted songs to remind yourself of the first happiness.

What President Xi said, "Go back to the original intention, you have to always." ”

Zhang Sheng thought about it, didn't say anything, crossed Mao Buyi, and picked up his guitar.

The hand fluctuated quickly twice, and he became familiar with its timbre.

He learned guitar for a while. Although he can only play some simple scores, he happens to have a simple tune in his hand.

The guitar let out a pleasant sound of joy, as if feeling Zhang Sheng's mind and adjusting himself to the best state.

"What are you going to do?" Mao Buyi looked at Zhang Sheng drunkenly.

Zhang Sheng closed his eyes and hummed a melody softly.

He sang softly, his voice as if reminiscing, pure and with a hint of sadness.

"The evening breeze blows lightly in Penghu Bay,"

"White waves chase the beach. ”

"There is no coconut grove drunk sun,"

"It's just a piece of blue blue. ”

"Sitting on the low wall in front of the door,"

"Fantasy over and over again. ”

"It's also dusk on the beach,"

"There are footprints in two and a half. ”

"Grandma's Penghu Bay" is a children's song, the tune is very simple, and the lyrics are nothing new today.

But it's such an ordinary children's song, but it can resonate with many people, maybe it's because the words are simple?

No, the most powerful thing about it is that it captures people's longing for childhood, and people's sentimentality about leaving their loved ones.

Zhang Sheng continued to sing, his singing voice was beautiful, and it was getting louder and louder.

"That's my grandmother with a cane,"

"Gently hold my hand~"

"Walking towards the sunset in the twilight,"

"Warm Penghu Bay. ”

"A footprint is a string of laughter,

"Spend a lot of time. ”

"Until the night engulfs us both,

"On the way home. ”

Zhang Sheng's voice seems to be the spring breeze on the south bank of the Green River, and it is like the spring rain sneaking into the night with the wind.

Gradually, the people around them gathered around.

They stopped their dynamic dance steps and listened quietly to Zhang Sheng's singing one by one. The owner of the bar also noticed what was happening, and he motioned for the DJ to stop the music.

Mao Buyi was the most surprised, the drunkenness on his face disappeared completely, he shook his head and listened to this song, and there was a warm emotion in his heart.

"Why does this song move me so much? The lyrics and the tune are very simple!" he was puzzled.

Zhang Sheng was still closing his eyes.

While singing this song, he remembered his grandmother.

His grandmother had died, and he had been crying for a long time.

It was his mother who told him that his grandmother would turn into a blue butterfly to protect him.

He just came out of the departure of his loved ones.

Zhang Sheng: He has no experience in the song.

But if my grandmother were still alive, would he have experienced this beautiful touch?

"Penghu Bay~Penghu Bay~~Grandma's Penghu Bay~~~"

"I have a lot of childhood fantasies,"

"Sun, sand, waves, cactus~"

"And an old captain. ”

The music ends.

A blue butterfly passed through the crowd and landed on Zhang Sheng's shoulder.