"Nameless tavern. ”

There are 4 black letters on the signboard.

The signboard is very old, with a nail missing, and it hangs crookedly, as if it is about to fall off at any time.

The bar owner is about 45 years old, with short gray hair, very thin, a high nose and thin lips, and wears a suit of short-sleeved shorts and old sneakers. He wore sunglasses and lay on a bench in the doorway to bask in the sun. The tavern was bright, the tables and chairs were neat, and it was empty. It's about one-sixth the size of the Magic Rock.

"Boss, do you want a singer here? ”

He Mu reacted.

"Boss!"

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said in a singing breath. The boss sat up suddenly, took off his sunglasses, rubbed his eyes, his heart pounded, and his face was frightened.

"Do you want a singer?"

"You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing here?" the boss was sleeping just now, and was woken up, very angry.

"Singing you either. ”

"Don't!"

"Shall I try?"

"Try something. I don't have any business here. ”

Fang Yan was not in a hurry, smiled honestly, and said, "If you recruit someone to play the piano and sing, won't you have a business?" ”

The boss sat up straight, stilted his legs, looked through his sunglasses, and swept his knife-like gaze over Fang Yan's shabby clothes, and then looked at his face. After a moment of silence, the boss pointed to the sign of the bar and said, "This bar is my own." This house, this land, is mine. ”

"Hmm. ”

"But I don't drink in this bar myself. ”

“……”

Gave up the treatment. Fang Yan felt that out of politeness, he should ask why, but he thought that the boss would confide in himself. He looked lonely.

The boss didn't confide, but said, "You can sing if you want." ”

Fang Yan was very happy and asked, "When will it start?"

"Whatever, no one will stop you if you sing now. ”

“…… How many songs do I sing at a time?"

"Whatever. ”

"What kind of songs do you usually sing here?"

"Everything. ”

These questions are all disguises, and there is only one question that Fang Yan really wants to ask: "Then, how to calculate the salary?"

"Do you still want a salary?" the boss took off his sunglasses and looked at Fang Yan with a sad and angry expression on his face that he was about to be robbed. "I pay you, who pays me?"

There is something wrong with the brain. Fang Yan was not angry, and asked with a smile: "Give me a little more." ”

The boss was angry and said, "You're a bit interesting." Go inside the freezer and help me get a beer out, Heineken. ”

Heineken is coming.

The boss was very unhappy and asked, "Just take one, why don't you drink it yourself?"

Fang Yan walked across the table, bypassed the bar, and took a small glass bottle of Heineken. As soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a folk guitar hanging on the wall. The guitar is painted red all over and looks quite old, but it is spotless and unbranded.

This guitar is not ordinary. He didn't dare to move.

The two wine bottles touched, and the boss tilted his neck, drank it all in one go, burped, and looked at Fang Yan again. Seeing that he took a small sip, he said disappointingly, "It's boring." ”

The nameless tavern has two floors, and the owner lives on the second floor. There is no business, the place is small, it is not fun, and the boss often locks the door and goes to other houses to drink. When he was there, he ignored everyone. Usually, except for some unsightly tourists, no one comes at all. The owner slept until noon every day, in addition to cleaning, it was to bask in the sun. He doesn't look like he's running a shop, he's watching something.

The boss is a stingy person, he refuses to pay his salary, but he agrees with Fang Yan that for every wine sold, Fang Yan will be given a commission of 5 yuan. According to the calculation of daily business, Fang Yan sang from 8 o'clock in the evening to 2 o'clock in the evening, and his income in 6 hours could be as high as 20 yuan.

Fang Yan took out his ID card and showed it to his boss.

"Oh, Fang, Rock. Pretty good. The boss took one look and said. "I'm not looking for an ID. My name is Liu Ming, you can call me Lao Liu. ”

Fang Yan was also not polite, and called Lao Liu.

Lao Liu said: "Singing, let's talk about it tomorrow, I'll rest today." ”

“……”

A bar singer is also called a running singer. You sing 3 songs in a themed restaurant, quickly pack your things, go to the next club, and sing 5 more songs. If you sing well, you have to run several fields in one night. There is a huge difference in the income of bar singers, some are 50 yuan per game, some are 100, some are 500, and some are thousands.

Fang Yan didn't want to run the field, there was a place to ask for him. Left a phone call with Lao Liu, and he returned to the urban village with a gust of wind, and it was already 7 o'clock in the evening. Fang Yan asked Shen Boyuan to eat, but he said that he would fly home tonight.

"Tickets were bought early and cheaper in the evening. Shen Boyuan slept with red eyes, full of bloodshots, scratched his hair, and said with a snort.

Shen Boyuan didn't let Fang Yan send it. He said that he hadn't bought a toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, basin, and a bunch of things, so he asked Fang Yan to go to the supermarket by himself. Well, it's better to buy a small pot, a small stove, where you can cook instant noodles. He flagged down a taxi, waved his hand, and ran away.

When Shen Boyuan arrived at the terminal of Jiangdong City Airport, his stomach was screaming with hunger, and he wanted to eat a bowl of braised beef noodles. When ordering, a girl passed by and was humming "I Miss You Every Day".

His heart moved, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

"Thinking of You Every Day" has been played 50.91 million times. In normal times, if a video hits more than 1 million, it is absolutely popular.

Shen Boyuan didn't know, the more terrifying number was the number of shares: 1.95 million.

1.95 million netizens shared "Miss You Every Day" on WeChat, Weibo, Moments, major forums, and groups. And the forwarding within Weibo and WeChat is not counted. In just 10 hours, the initiative of countless netizens to repost has real power, and its effect will far exceed Push.

The video of "Thinking of You Every Day" ranked first on the Weibo topic list. The highest Weibo was posted by a small transparent boy, and it was forwarded by various large relays with V and V, and soon broke the 50,000 mark.

The boys are pitiful. When he retweeted 10, he was very happy. When he retweeted 100, he cheered. When he retweeted 1000, he hadn't reacted yet...... The numbers soon jumped to 2,000, 5,000, and then 10,000, and he didn't do anything, just holding his phone and playing silly. Then, he looked at the forwards, fans, comments, private messages, and likes were all 999+, and the phone became hot, and he suddenly felt a sense of horror.

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

Something must be wrong with the world.

"Scared, pee. The boy finally posted a short Weibo, decisively uninstalled the Weibo client, turned off his mobile phone, slapped it on the table, and ran to the basketball court.

In the evening, Weibo becomes extremely lively.

The strongest version of "Thinking of You Every Day" in history. ”

"I just want to get on my knees in front of my computer. ”

"I've never heard such a nice sound! I've looped the single 100 times. ”

The laptop screen flashed with light, reflecting a girl's delicate face. The room was not lit, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, her slender fingers sliding on the touchpad, and kept reading the Weibo of "Thinking of You Every Day". Her expression was focused, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. Well...... Is that him?

Is that you? It must be you.

In the video, a large drooling mark on Fang Yan's right shoulder is the best proof.