After leaving the crowded Beijing Railway Station and sitting on the train for so long, before I knew it, night had fallen. Walking along the road lit up by lights, thinking about what you can do on this big night? Although I am not penniless now, I don't have much money with me when I go out, in fact, I have been thinking about what I am going to do when I come to Beijing. But after thinking about it all the way, I don't know what to do?

I felt that I was entangled, and finally I thought that I was going to find a hotel to settle down first, and then I would see if there were any new plans until tomorrow. Before I found a place to live, though, I felt like I should go to a place first. A place where people can forget their troubles and sorrows.

In the bleak night breeze, observing the beautiful night of Beijing, away from those deceitful people, Beijing at this time, under the reflection of a neon light, is so blurry and moving.

A few minutes later, I was standing in front of a richly decorated bar, Forget the Grass Bar. But when I went in, I realized that all bars seemed to be like this, the outside was gorgeous and atmospheric, but the inside was dim and dull lighting, just like light and darkness are natural opposites, and the best way to forget your troubles is to get drunk and indulge and forget everything.

Li Yang once said to me: If you want to forget your troubles, then the best way is to find a corner in a crowded bar where no one can see, and quietly experience the loneliness. Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people, and loneliness is the carnival of one person. I didn't think he was right before, but now at this moment, standing here, I really feel that way.

I wasn't a good student before, but I only came to the bar a handful of times. I used to think that the bar was not a place that good students should go to, but when I was completely inside the Forget Worry Grass Bar, a sense of vicissitudes completely eroded my body and spirit, and in the oppressive atmosphere of the bar, there were also men sitting in the corner of the bar singing vicissitudes of love songs.

Different from the chaotic flow of music in other bars, a group of lonely young men and women writhed wildly on the center stage of the bar, numbing their nerves with wine and music, and repaying their youth with a depressed and erosive life......

Everyone here sat quietly in their chairs, quietly listening to the singing in the center of the stage, a man with long black hair, carrying a guitar on his back, playing and singing a song into the microphone.

"I once dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword and seeing the prosperity of the world. The young new is always a little frivolous, and now you are home all over the world; The girl who once made you feel distressed is now quietly gone, love always makes you eager and troubled, and it has made you bruised all over your body...."

It was like reading the vicissitudes of the world, so that the young men and women in the bar all had tears in the corners of their eyes, desperately swallowing the unpleasant bitter wine, I deeply felt that there was a sad story hidden in the vicissitudes of this man's singing.

Just when I was depressed by this singing voice and the depressed environmental emotions fell deeper and deeper, the singing voice full of vicissitudes of life suddenly stopped, the song no longer sounded, and the vicissitudes of life seemed to sing until choked and could not continue, I didn't know whether to be lost or to be happy, I gradually got rid of the heavy atmosphere, followed the crowd, applauded the men on the stage with a tidal wave of applause, and applauded the beautiful but full of vicissitudes of singing.

"Apathy, one more song, one more song, another song..."

While everyone was shouting for another song, the man who was called indifferent bowed to the crowd, and then slowly walked off the stage with his guitar on his back, and my eyes followed the singing man.

"Please give me a bottle of beer, thank you!"

"Okay, wait a minute"

"Give me a bottle too, thank you"

I don't know what drove me, I just wanted to drink. The man called indifference glanced at me as if unintentionally, and then his gaze suddenly stopped behind me, and just as I wanted to turn my head to see if there was someone behind me, he said something fixedly.

"Brother, do you like guitars too?"

I looked back, and there was really no one behind me, so I realized that he was talking to me, so he must have looked at the guitar behind me just now.

"Well, I started playing guitar when I was in college, and I've been playing it for a few years now."

"Brother, I see that you are also a person with a story, it is useless to drink real troubles, if you want to really forget your troubles, use singing, why don't you go up and play a song, how about it?"

"How do you know I'm a man with a story?"

"Because everyone who stays here has a story to tell. Everyone who comes here will also have their own troubles, and the owner here wants all the people who come here to forget their sorrows and troubles, and forget their sorrows like forgetfulness grass, so they named it Forget Worry Grass Bar. ”

"Okay, I'll go."

"What's your name?"

"Regulus"

Indifferent took the bottle of wine he was drinking, slowly walked to the microphone in the center of the stage, and then said softly.

"Hello everyone, I'm indifferent. I believe that everyone who comes here has their own story, and I want to listen to the stories poured out in the song, so let's welcome a passing brother - Xuanyuan, and let us listen to the story he brought."

I don't know why, but I feel that the indifference on stage is really like his name, indifference. It seems that no matter what you see, you won't get excited, just like when the sky falls. The moment of indifference in my mind had already stepped off the stage. I didn't say much, just said two words "thank you" as I passed by, and walked onto the stage with my guitar on my back.

I don't know what I'm supposed to sing, but when I think of what Indifference just said, "Everyone has their own story", story? I have, and in that case I need not be afraid.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xuanyuan, today is my first day in Beijing, I don't know why I came here, but I still came, with troubles and sorrows, just like I said indifferently just now, everyone who comes here has their own story, I also have it, and I am ugly"

When I was done, I closed my eyes, put my guitar on my back, exhaled a long breath, and began to play to the rhythm that drifted through my heart, and the sad rhythm made the whole bar quiet for a moment.

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