Liu Mang looked at the ticket in his hand: "Haima Performing Arts Bar, it should be this." ”

It's 8 o'clock in the evening, and Liu Mang deliberately closed the door early today, just so that he could come to support Liu Chang.

"Boss, this way!" Cui Niu'er, who was standing at the door to check the ticket, waved at Liu Mangyuan from afar.

"Well, here we are. Liu Mang walked over and replied.

"I'm sorry to delay your business. ”

"Why, anyway, there is no one today, so I will come and have a look. Liu Mang waved his hand disapprovingly.

"Come on in, the show will start soon. ”

"Oh. Liu Mang replied and walked towards the bar.

There weren't many people in the bar, many of the seats were empty, and Liu Chang was sitting on a stool in the center of the stage adjusting the strings. Seeing Liu Mang coming, he nodded to him and said hello.

Liu Mang smiled and sat down at a table not far from the stage.

"Sir, do you want wine?" asked a waitress as he sat down.

"Thank you, I don't want to. Liu Mang raised the thermos cup he was holding in his hand.

The cup was soaked in the best dragon well, Liu Mang twisted the lid and took a sip.

In addition to Liu Chang on the stage, there were several other young people. A drummer, a bass player, and an electric guitarist.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Cui Niuer also came in, sat down on a chair on the stage, and clamped the African drum between her legs.

"Thank you for coming and seeing us, and I have the first song for you today. ”

Liu Chang plucked the strings, and the melodious acoustic guitar sounded.

I walked past you alone, and I didn't have anything to say to you, and I didn't dare look up at you, oh face......

This is a well-known old song. Old songs are often very resonant, and Liu Chang's voice is very magnetic and infectious, causing many people in the bar to hum along.

Next, the performance went on in an orderly manner, although there were not many people in the bar, but the atmosphere was very good, and the applause and whistles did not stop.

"Today's last song is my original, written for the people I once loved, and my lost youth. After performing for about two hours, Liu Chang took a breath, grabbed a sip of water, and adjusted the strings again.

It was a September evening, a night full of stars. Messy streets, raging crowds, shredded winds, salty wet waters, open arms.

You screaming in the back seat of the bicycle, me passing by, yellow scarf, with the scent of cloves on it, that is the smell of youth, the leaves fall on the autumn street, she is willing to die in his arms,

You, take away the youth......

The song is more like a poem, with a gentle tune and no big ups and downs.

However, Liu Mang felt that this poem, which was like a poem and a song, was Liu Chang's best work tonight, because he sang his heart.

You, take away the youth......

In the end, Liu Chang repeated this sentence heartbreakingly, and with the sound of the guitar gradually weakening, the last end note fell......

"Boss, how's it going?" After the performance, Liu Chang carried his guitar and walked on the night street with Liu Mang.

"Very good, really. Liu Mang thought for a while: "Especially the last song, it can move people's hearts the most." ”

"Really, boss, do you think so too?" Liu Chang became excited.

"Hmm. Liu Mang nodded: "Actually, you don't need to cover other people's songs." Although I don't understand music, I think that music and cooking are the same, others are always others, and only the most authentic voice in the bottom of my heart is my own way. ”

"Well, boss, you are really my confidant. Liu Chang put his arm around Liu Mang's shoulder.

"Cui, Cui......" As everyone walked forward, a voice sounded from behind Liu Mang.

Liu Mang looked back and saw that a middle-aged aunt with a thermos bucket in her hand was holding Cui Niu'er's hand.

"Mom, why are you here?" said Cui Niu'er angrily.

"This kid, you still blame me, don't you have a sore throat? Why don't you drink the 'lotus root pork rib soup' I specially cooked?"

"Oops, I forgot. I'll drink it when I get back. ”

"Don't wait to go back, I brought it to you, drink it right here. Cui Niu'er's mother reached out and unscrewed the lid of the thermos.

"Mom, how do you drink this! Let's go back and drink it. ”

"Hello Auntie!" Liu Mang and Liu Chang, as well as several young people in the band, all greeted Cui Niu'er's mother.

"Good! good!" said Cui'er's mother smiled like a flower.

"Cui Niu, look how good Auntie is, she will bring you soup in the middle of the night. The bassist of Liu Chang's band was a tall and thin young man, and he said with envy.

"Yes, yes!" another young man licking his lips, "Auntie, let's also taste your love soup." ”

"Yes, yes. Hearing what this young man said, Cui Niu'er's mother became even happier: "Young man, Auntie's craftsmanship is not covered, my Cui Niu, if you don't drink my stewed soup for a day, you will be hungry." ”

"What do you drink? Cui Niu'er's eyes widened, and she reached out to grab the thermos bucket in her mother's hand.

"This kid is still taking care of food. There's still one at home, so you can let everyone try it. ”

"No! only I can drink what my mother makes!" Unexpectedly, Cui Niu'er, who has always been gentle, actually became tough, as if she was a little angry.

"You won't let me drink it, I want to taste it and see how good Auntie's craftsmanship is. The bass hand stood in front of Cuiniuer and took the thermos from her mother's hand.

"Don't make a fuss! can't drink!" Cui Niu'er was anxious, so she reached out and grabbed it.

"You can't get it! hehe!" The tall and lanky bass player lifted the thermos bucket high, and the tall green girl jumped up and down, there was no way to do it.

"Come, give it to me. The young man playing the drum snatched the thermos bucket over, and before Cui Niu'er could react, he took a big sip of soup on the thermos bucket.

"How's it going?" asked the bass player hurriedly.

The drummer frowned, then spat out with a 'wow' cry: "Mom, it's so salty!

"No, it won't. The bass player walked over, also picked up the thermos bucket and tasted it, and also spit it out: "Auntie, did you put too much salt, it's really salty!"

"Is it salty, shouldn't it be salty?" Cui Niu'er's mother looked surprised: "I usually put so much, the amount should be right!"

"Don't taste it!" Cui Niu snorted angrily and snatched the thermos bucket, took a big sip of it herself, and had a satisfied expression on her face: "It's so delicious, that's the taste." ”

"You...... You've got a broken tongue, aren't you?" the drummer and bass player's eyes widened, "It's obviously salty." ”

"You'll die if you don't say a word! This soup isn't for you to drink! I like the taste, right? Mom?"

"Cui, you ......" Cui Niu'er's mother stared at the thermos bucket in Cui Niu'er's hand, and stopped talking.

"Mom, let's go home. Cui Niu'er put her hand on her mother's arm: "There is still a lot of soup at home, right? I just happened to be hungry, and I will drink it all later!"

PS: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, a great appetite, and a great appetite every day, uh, and, this chapter is not a water word count, Liu Chang's original song is actually written by me for many years, it's very bad.