Chapter 7 Panic
Xiang Nuanyang's voice was relatively small, and Xia Riyan didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"
She didn't seem to want to say more, just shook her head, "It's nothing! How long have you been working at the bar?"
"It's been more than two years in this bar, and after graduating from college, I drifted for two years, and I used to sing elsewhere for a year, and then Brother Zhang treated me well, so I stayed here. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ā
He looked at his watch, "It's still early, do you want to go to the bar for a while?" I'll take you home at nine o'clock." After saying that, I regretted it a little, I don't know why I sent out the invitation on the spur of the moment, if I was rejected, it would be even more embarrassing! But the words have been said and I can't take it back. At the same time, he hated himself again, obviously thinking in his heart not to provoke others, and saying such things, isn't it misunderstood! But at this time, if he talks about anything else, I'm afraid it will hurt the girl's self-esteem again, and he thinks in his heart, it's just one night anyway, it's a big deal if he doesn't contact him in the future, why do you want to think about it?
Xiang Nuanyang was a little surprised at first, then turned his head and was silent for two seconds, then turned his head again: "Okay! But it can't be too late, you still have to be responsible for sending me!"
Xia Riyan also smiled, "Promise to complete the task!"
"Mo" is the name of this bar, of course, Zhang Moran's intention to take this name is unknown to others, and everyone who comes here has their own understanding of this word. As soon as the lights come on, the bar starts to be full of people.
Xiang Nuanyang sat in a small booth, this seat was next to the wall, not far from the stage, relatively quiet, it was arranged for her by Xia Riyan, and after the two of them talked, he went to the back. Now there is a female singer singing in front of her, and her voice is melodious and quiet.
Soon, the song ended, and as the female singer stepped off the stage, Xia Riyan stepped out with a guitar. As soon as he appeared, there was an immediate commotion underground: "Summer Heat! Summer Heat!"
Xia Riyan didn't react, sat down in a chair in the corner of the stage, plucked the strings a few times, tuned the tone, and sang in the dim light.
The moon bends and the moon shines on the bluestone, which is a little cold
The trickle of water reflects the moonlight, and there is no word
Everything of yesterday has dissipated with the flowing water
Leaving only memories and sleepless with the crescent moon
It's a long road, a long thought, and yesterday
A few more tactful and a few expectations are always forward
Yesterday's longing seems to be forever apart
All that remains is nostalgia for the past
Youth seems to be racing against time
In the blink of an eye, he didn't catch it and fled
Experienced pain and helplessness
It will be more clear how to go in the future
Once cynical, once full of care
Once never satisfied, I don't know what loneliness is
Now I am at a loss and helpless, and now I am suddenly enlightened
Now we know what the way home is
As the end of the end of the note, the bar remembered the applause, Xia Riyan got up and bowed to everyone and stepped off the stage.
At this time, another young man came to the stage, and the prelude slowly sounded, and everyone once again kept their eyes on the stage.
Xia Riyan put the guitar in the corner, went directly to Xiang Nuanyang's seat, and sat opposite her.
Xiang Nuanyang seemed to be still immersed in the song just now, and didn't speak, just looked at him with a pair of autumn eyes, and said after a while: "I haven't heard the song just now, whose one?"
Summer Yan curled the corners of his lips: "Mine." Of course you haven't heard of it. ā
"Yours?" she was a little stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "You mean you wrote this song yourself?"
"Well, it's not perfect to write your own lyrics and music. You've been so forgiving. ā
Xiang Nuanyang waved his hand again and again, "Don't say that, it's really good! I didn't expect you to be quite talented!"
He was a little embarrassed: "Are you laughing at me? What talent do I have, tailor!"
"Haha!" she couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't expect you to be quite humorous." What I said is true! By the way, what's the name of the song you just sang?"
"I tentatively named it 'Monologue of Youth,' and it was written on a whim. ā
"Youth Monologue ......" Xiang Nuanyang silently read it twice, smiled, and the small dimples on his cheeks were very cute: "After listening to this song, I really feel the confusion of youth, but I have always been optimistic, even if I am confused, there are times when I am happy." Then think more about happy things, so that life will not be too bitter. ā
Xia Riyan was suddenly silent, he remembered his past, so sad, so hesitant, so lonely, there are many happy things, but no matter how much it looks pale, his life is like a glass of wine, no matter what he adds, the final taste is still bitter, even if he stands in the sun, his heart is still cold.
Although Xiang Nuanyang is simple, she is smart, she can see that the person opposite is in a heavy mood, and she also sighed: "Actually, you don't have to think too much, everyone has their own troubles, you feel that you are not happy, how can others be happy! Speaking of this, it also touched the scars in my heart, and I felt lonely.
Xia Riyan smiled bitterly: "Yes, everyone has their own misfortunes, but this is not the life I want, I really want the unfortunate person to be me, not my family." Now I have nothing left but my music. He didn't say any more, and suddenly felt that he was talking a little too much today, and he didn't know how to say these things to this girl who didn't know him well.
Xiang Nuanyang listened to his words, and also knew that he was a person who had a somewhat tragic experience, his lips fanned, but he still didn't say anything, what to say at this time? In the end, he didn't know what he had experienced, and what could he do with the pale and empty comfort? Besides, the two of them didn't know each other, so it didn't seem good to talk too much...... Looking at the person in front of him, the sad look on his heroic face, a trace of pain crossed his heart, as if he felt sad because of his sadness......
Xiang Nuanyang came back to his senses violently, covered his face with both hands, and felt hot all over his body, and his face was even hotter. What's wrong with herself? She looked at the man who had disturbed her mind, and they ...... It seems that she has only met a few times, and she seems to be ...... She liked him! As soon as this thought came to her, she herself was startled! How could she like him? At least the two of them didn't know each other. The man she is looking for must be fully understood!
Thinking of this, she shook her swollen head, no! This man is so handsome and so versatile, he must be a master of attracting bees and butterflies, not her thing! While she has just had a good impression, she can redeem it! She hypnotized herself. stood up, his expression a little flustered: "Ah...... That one...... It's not too early, I'm going back!" After saying that, he turned around and left.
Xia Riyan didn't think about it so much, she just calmed down, thinking that she really felt that it was late, so she followed behind: "Okay, I'll send you back!"
Xiang Nuanyang hurriedly waved his hand: "Uh...... No, I don't have to do it myself, you still have to go to work. ā
Xia Riyan caught up with her and walked side by side: "It's okay, I said I'll send you." It's better for girls not to go out alone at night. ā
Then do you also send those girls to the bar? Xiang Nuanyang really wanted to ask, but he held back and quickened his pace.