Chapter 3: The Bar Impulse

Song Qian said ashamedly: "But I often ask you for help, and I don't want to invite you to a meal." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

I laughed and said, "What's the matter, when I have a problem one day, I may have to come to you and ask for help." ā€

"Xiao Xu, you must not go out to eat, then I will make it for you at home." Song Qian was really sorry not to go.

"Sister, you're tired enough after tossing all night, I still have something to do, I won't eat today, you go and rest." Before I could finish speaking, people had already taken her house.

Along the way, I was full of thoughts and emotions. Over the years, Song Qian has always been my standard of aesthetics, and I regard her as a goddess. I don't think there is a more beautiful woman in this world than her. But such a perfect woman was hurt all over her body, and I felt sorry for her in my heart. If it weren't for her family and reputation, I would have taught her husband a good lesson and tried to be good to her. However, fate will always change ways to trick people, but let Cheng Shihao know her a few years before me.

I got home, took a shower, listened to nursery rhymes, and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. I picked up my guitar, went downstairs to start the car, and left the Ping'an community to the Ruyi Bar.

I come to this bar every night to sing, and the customers here love listening to my songs, and I enjoy the feeling of making money by singing my favorite songs.

When I sat down in the Getai seat, many familiar customers greeted me with shouts and whistles. I waved at them: "Thank you friends for your support, let's start ordering songs!" ā€

A middle-aged man read the song sheet and said, "Then let's have a song by Yu Tongfei "Falling in Love with Someone You Don't Shouldn't Love." ā€

I nodded, "Okay." Then he played the guitar:

How deep the love is,

The wound is as deep as it gets;

Love is true,

It hurts.

A love that didn't come to fruition,

It always makes me want to stop.

Always at midnight,

Looking forward to the dawn,

Because there's always you in your dreams,

The woman I once loved dearly.

I'm in love with someone I shouldn't love,

But she is the woman I love most in this life,

I'll be sad to see you cry,

Stop asking me how much I love you.

I'm in love with someone I shouldn't love,

But she is the woman I love most in this life,

The more I broke my heart without you,

Why do people who love each other hurt the most?

How deep the love is,

The wound is as deep as it gets;

Love is true,

It hurts.

A love that didn't come to fruition,

It always makes me want to stop.

Always at midnight,

Looking forward to the dawn,

Because there's always you in your dreams,

The woman I once loved dearly.

I'm in love with someone I shouldn't love,

But she is the woman I love most in this life,

I'll be sad to see you cry,

Stop asking me how much I love you.

I'm in love with someone I shouldn't love,

But she is the woman I love most in this life,

The more I broke my heart without you,

Why do people who love each other hurt the most?

I'm in love with someone I shouldn't love,

But she is the woman I love most in this life,

I'll be sad to see you cry,

Stop asking me how much I love you.

I'm in love with someone I shouldn't love,

But she is the woman I love most in this life,

The more I broke my heart without you,

Why do people who love each other hurt the most...

"Good ......"

Everyone who listened to the song applauded.

I bowed excitedly, "Thank you." ā€

I sang a few more love songs as the audience asked.

At this time, a sexy young woman came up from under the stage and offered me a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you." I shook the young woman's hand.

The young woman brought two glasses of white wine and asked, "Sir, may I have a drink with you?" ā€

"Of course." I had a glass with the young woman.

A drunken young man shouted, "Singer, I'll toast you three times." ā€

I excused myself and said, "Brother, I still have to drive, I can't drink more, at most I can only give you a glass in return." ā€

The kid scolded: "Damn, you can drink a glass of wine when a beautiful woman toasts, why don't you drink three glasses of wine?" ā€

I shouted, "Hey, why are you swearing?" ā€

The kid scolded: "Lao Tzu will scold you, what do you want?" ā€

I was angry: "Then you can scold Lao Tzu casually, Lao Tzu doesn't care about you generally!" ā€

The kid threw over a wine bottle, impartially, and just smashed it on my guitar drum, and my guitar drum surface opened a hole, and I was mad, and jumped off the stage, grabbed the kid and hit him in the face. Three strong men stood up nearby, and they surrounded me fiercely. They were about to do something to me, but they saw the bar manager running out of the backstage with three security guards and shouting, "Stop, if you want to fight, you go out to fight, don't make trouble here." ā€

I went back to the stage and picked up the guitar and looked at it, and it was completely ruined, not to mention how much fire it was. TM, my guitar is worth thousands of dollars, was it just smashed by that bastard? But if I beat the drunkard, if I were to make him pay compensation through the law, he would definitely bite me back and blackmail me, and then I would lose more than I gained. Alas, forget it, Lao Tzu doesn't sing anymore. I threw down my bad guitar and turned to walk out of the bar, ready to get into the car, only to see the three strong men who had just tried to hit me come up and stand side by side in front of me. One of the men wearing sunglasses said fiercely: "Boy, you should be careful in the future, otherwise Lao Tzu will abolish you." ā€

I didn't show weakness: "Lao Tzu's guitar is ruined, what do you want to do?" ā€

The man in sunglasses said: "What is it to destroy your guitar, one day Lao Tzu will dismantle your car and dismantle your people." ā€

I said, "Don't pretend to be an underworld with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is scared." ā€

The drunkard then came out and waved his hand: "Forget it, this son doesn't want to fight today, let's go!" ā€

The three strong men turned and left.

I drove home and was not interested in doing anything. Alas, the guitar is ruined, and I kind of hate those entertainment venues, how can I survive in the future? I was so sad that I lay in bed and thought nonsense. I suddenly remembered Song Qian's sweet and gentle face again, and my heart suddenly felt sad. But thinking of Liu Xiaoling last night and the black-clothed beauty I met in the taxi, I felt inexplicable.

The next morning, I called for takeout, and after eating, I was thinking about it, and my phone rang again: "Hey! ā€

"Dongfang Xu, you come to Ruyi Bar." The voice of the Ruyi bar manager came from the phone.

"Good!" I drove to the Ruyi bar and met the manager.

The manager handed me a beautiful guitar and said, "Dongfang Xu, this is sent by the young man who fought with you last night." He said he was drunk last night and had no intention of offending and hoped to get your forgiveness. ā€

I looked at the guitar once, played the strings, and exclaimed, "Wow, this guitar is worth more than 20,000 yuan, to say the least, right?" ā€

The manager asked, "Dongfang Xu, do you know who he is?" ā€

I shook my head: "I don't know. ā€