The long street is long, and the short pavilion is short.

The street of North Drift Bar at night is full of tourists coming and going.

Under the background of the lively atmosphere, all kinds of young ladies with long legs and short skirts and shoulders walk on the road, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

A roadside stall in a small street alley with fragrant skewers.

"Boss, two more big waists!"

"Two plates of leeks too!"

"Hey, what are you doing today?"

"One cup and one cup!"

"Take advantage of the crowd today...... I have something to tell you, Brother Cao is quitting us!"

As soon as these words fell, the laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned immediately.

Everyone's eyes looked towards Cao Zhibin.

Cao Zhibin lowered his head, with a trace of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a small beard, and an artistic braid, and he was also the oldest among everyone.

"I'm twenty-nine. His voice was a little muffled.

Cao Zhibin seemed to be telling a folk story, and his tone was sincere with a hint of emotion, "You are still young. ”

"You still have a chance, you can work hard for a few more years. ”

"But my youth is gone. ”

At this time, someone couldn't help but speak: "But, Brother Cao, you haven't reached thirty yet, stay for two more years." ”

"Yes, it's not that our band has just started, you go, we ......"

Cao Zhibin shook his head with a smile and said, "I came out to work hard at the age of eighteen, and it has been eleven years. ”

"Eleven years. The tone accentuated in this sentence.

"My musical dreams have long since faded away with time. ”

He also deliberately jokingly said: "Listen, my voice is hoarse, and it is time to stop singing for so many years." ”

Look at me, people, and I'll look at you.

They are also in a very complicated mood, and everyone has left their hometown to come here to get together.

After all kinds of hardships, I finally got together and formed a band, performed back and forth in several bars, and did there also have commercial performances for events.

Although the money is not much, it is enough for them to spend.

"Come on, come on, don't say anything else, let's all toast Brother Cao. ”

Li Dongdong quipped: "I think back then, if Brother Cao hadn't pulled me over under that overpass, I would still be sleeping on the street!"

A girl blurted out a laugh: "I remember you were wearing those broken hiking shoes and had long hair. ”

Li Dongdong also smiled unpretentiously: "There is almost no money for this meal, how can I have money for a haircut, and at that time, I thought it was quite fashionable to simply keep a pigtail." ”

Everyone was amused and began to talk about the first time they met.

……

Early the next morning.

The high-speed train is speeding on the tracks.

The corners of Cao Zhibin's eyes were slightly ruddy and he embarked on the journey home.

He leaned back in his chair and looked at the scenery outside the window of the high-speed rail rapidly receding, as if he saw that this was eleven years of life in the north.

It seems to be vivid, from an ignorant rebellious teenager to the present.

At that time, the most sleepy people slept in parks and overpasses, and even when they were the most depressed, they were once mistaken for beggars.

After so many years, it is not without opportunities.

It's just that they were all messed up by themselves.

At first, it was because he was young and frivolous, and then he bent his waist for not money......

Slowly, I lost that longing for it at the beginning.

At the beginning, Beipiao wanted to prove himself, wanted to be popular, and wanted to be recognized by everyone.

Now that I'm older, I like to quietly find a corner where no one is around, and play and sing to myself.

Those memories are turning over in my mind.

Then the eye sockets turned red.

Cao Zhibin couldn't help but turn his head, then leaned against the window, gasping for breath, and tears couldn't help but flow.

Eleven years of life in the north has finally come to an end.

It is false to say that there are no regrets, he can't let it go, and he doesn't want to let it go.

But a phone call last night, the weak voice of his grandfather lying on the hospital bed, made him realize that he was almost thirty years old.

And the old man's last wish is just to see his grandson and take one last look.

His mood seemed a little tired and heavy, like a twisted flower, looking at the backward scenery outside the window, as if everything in the past had turned into a cloud.

I also bid farewell to my old life.

……

Two days later.

Cao Zhibin sat down at home.

The old father sighed, picked up a cigarette and lit it, and asked, "Are you sure you won't leave?"

"I'm not leaving. Cao Zhibin gritted his teeth and said, "I've thought about it." ”

"I was not good at anything else, and my friends suggested that I could start an art training class. ”

"It's just to teach children to play the guitar, sing, play musical instruments or something, I'm quite familiar with this circle. Cao Zhibin said very seriously: "If you can't do it, find a bar nearby." ”

"The income side will definitely hold up first. ”

The old father also fell into deep thought, and he could see that his son had grown up.

It's really true, it's better to start a small business than to go out and work for thousands of yuan a month.

After all, he has also played music for more than ten years, which makes him feel more at ease.

The old father smoked a cigarette and reminded: "It's good if you can think like this, be down-to-earth, make as much money as you can, and stabilize it first." ”

"As long as you don't want to be in a band, play music, and put out records. ”

The old father lowered his head and said in a complicated tone: "It's not that I support you, you know those things better than me, and only rich people can afford to play!"

"If you don't have money or connections, you don't care how you sing or play, no one will support you. ”

"That's how this society is now. ”

"It's better to be down-to-earth, whether it's a resident singer or a music teacher, to stabilize your life. ”

"It's not too young. ”

As soon as these words came out, Cao Zhibin's mother came out of the kitchen with a plate of grapes and said with a smile: "Oh, you said that you too, the child has just arrived home for two days, look at your worries." ”

Mom smiled and said: "It's good to open an art training class, now parents pay attention to the horizontal development of their children, and they are versatile." ”

"You see, if you don't have enough money, Mom, there's still a little bit of it. ”

Cao Zhibin suddenly waved his hand anxiously and smiled: "No, no, no, I still have some savings." ”

He lives alone outside, and he is used to saving money, but he also saved so many 200,000 yuan.

Of course, this money is nothing, and it is not enough to pay a down payment on a house, at most it is to buy a car.

But it's okay to rent a bunk and decorate it a little and open an art training class.

And he didn't have the habit of asking his family for money.

In the afternoon of the same day, Cao Zhibin went out for a stroll by himself, and he inquired with his friends and asked a few places.

But after all, it is also the first time to do business, and I still want to run more and learn more.

He visited several commercial streets, but finally gave up the idea of looking for shops in first- and second-tier business districts, firstly, because the rent was too expensive, and secondly, it was not suitable for opening an art training institution.

However, in some third- and fourth-tier residential areas with a lot of people, it seems that you can still try.

By such a coincidence, I came to Changling West Street, which has become more and more lively recently.