Shen Xueyao put her mobile phone in her pocket and straightened the collar of her clothes.

In the blink of an eye, it was nightfall, and she drove back to the neighborhood of her home, and there was no harvest for a day, as if she had wasted a day, and she really didn't want to go home so early.

Walking around this unfamiliar neighborhood and along the narrow road, there were a few low-key and forceful storefronts at the outermost point, and after a brief glance, she saw a bar called "Night Charm".

She got out of the car and pushed the door in, it was not as noisy as the ordinary night club, on the contrary, it was very quiet, only the singers on the stage played the electronic piano, and the dim light was reflected in the back, glowing a faint dark purple, and everyone in the booth in the field was sitting quietly drinking, or listening to songs.

She sat down casually and ordered a glass of "Bloody Mary", the color of this wine was very much like a glass of blood, and Shen Xueyao liked this tomato juice very much.

This wine was once called "tomato juice that can't get drunk", and Shen Xueyao took a sip and felt that it tasted good, so she ordered another glass.

On the stage is a man with long bangs, the lower half of his hair is scattered, the upper part of his hair is tied into a ball head, the dim light makes it difficult to see his facial features, wearing a big white T-shirt, but his temperament looks like a literary youth.

His voice was hoarse, it sounded bitter but full of stories, and the bitterness gave people an indescribable taste.

He sang a folk song that Shen Xueyao also liked, called "On July":

I want to ride the wind and waves, and walk all over the yellow sand and ocean

Rather than misunderstanding, we must live up to our bravery

I wish you were a lie, the south wall never appeared

Laughter is God's disguise, and laughter is a forbearant wound

Just let me walk to you, to your bed

Let me see thee and see thy wounds

I think you're standing, standing on the desert frontier

I think you're standing, standing on July

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Shen Xueyao loves the feeling that this song brings to people, the sense of picture is too strong, the people in the song have pain, helplessness, and deep affection, and the person who is deeply affectionate has made himself very low, low to the dust, and flowers bloom from the dust.

Shen Xueyao listened intently to him singing, only to find that the man with the ball head had a partner, and his partner came on stage with a clean hair, a thick golden chain around his neck, and a guitar on his back. She also wants to sing, and feels that it can heal every lonely soul in this city.

As soon as the song was finished, the music stopped, and the lilac halo was still swirling. Shen Xueyao walked to the side of the stage, whispered a few words to the man with the head of the ball, and put on the guitar of the inch-headed man.

Sitting in front of the microphone, he played his guitar. She cleared her throat and sang "Ideal Lent":

There was a car coming after the rain

Drive through the twilight pale

The old tin sheet is no longer there

Listen to Poetry Radio under the smoke

An unsentimental cough at least it seems

The way back is also cute

The strings are missing the stance

I don't see the child who listened to the song that night

Time flies monologue

Grind the bumps into cassette

The feelings that have withered into the era have been shattered

Just grow old, be lonely, don't wake up

The departure you crave

It's just that there's nowhere to stop

Just sing, eyes narrowed

And the collapse of tears

It's just the existence that hasn't arrived

Youth is drunk again

Nameless bosom

Gather and scatter generously by laughing

Tossing and turning, but not getting to the right platform

If wandering is a road sign that must be passed by to grow

You wake up in the middle of the years

That barren future

Like unfruitful love in the season of regret

Stained every page of the poem

Kiss the most painful confession

And the wind blows to this and there is no need to let go

Just grow old, be lonely, don't wake up

The departure you crave

It's just that there's nowhere to stop

Just sing, eyes narrowed

And the collapse of tears

It's just the existence that hasn't arrived

and endure sweetly

Stars moisten the windowsill

The light and shadow danced, as if in sleepiness to say love

No more senseless emotion

Thought it understood

The place where the dream fell is now covered with moss

Her fair face is full of healthy ruddy, her expression is light, warm as jade, a pair of apricot eyes are raised, charming and seductive, bright as stars, but she inadvertently shows a thousand styles, and her chestnut hair flutters slightly under the dark purple light.

There was applause at the scene, her voice was clear and clean, tactful and beautiful, the singing was very wonderful, with colors, shapes, temperatures, and emotional stories, presenting an auditory animation to everyone.

Most people have heard this song in the male version, and this is probably the first time that the female version of the cover is still the first time, and they are all attracted by the song that this beautiful passerby improvised on stage, she still plays and sings by herself, giving people a warm feeling flowing into her heart.

Shen Xueyao was about to leave after singing, but was stopped by the man with the head of the ball.

The man with the head of the ball said, "Wait, we still lack a partner, would you like to come?" The voice was very thin, a little difficult to distinguish between male and female. Only then did Shen Xueyao see this person's appearance clearly, this face seemed to be finely carved, with narrow eyes, a beautiful nose, and a dazzling diamond stud earring shining in her left ear, which fully reflected the special beauty of male and female, this is simply a girl! She silently exclaimed in her heart.

She's really missing a job right now, and if she can come to this bar and sing, it's still something she loves to do, so of course.

She agreed, "Okay!"

The inch-headed man was also very happy, and introduced to Shen Xueyao, "His name is Bai Mei, and my name is Luan Ye!

Shen Xueyao smiled and said, "No wonder this bar is called Night Charm!"