"Guitar bro, drink or eat?"

The bartender looked at me and smiled.

"Drink, bring me two bottles of pure life."

I said with some eagerness.

The bar guy handed me a beer, and I quickly opened a bottle and started pouring it wildly, drinking more than half a bottle and wasting less.

"Well, let me ask, why don't people in this bar communicate much? It seemed quiet and lonely. ”

I put the empty cans on the counter and asked the guy suspiciously.

"They are a group of free people, who only want to be their own kings, and they come here only to listen to sad songs and drink sad wine, because the people who come here are people who have stories but yearn for freedom."

The guy looked at the men and women in various positions in the bar and sighed.

"Unique bar, unique people."

Drinking some alcohol, although it has an impact on the condition, but it has a suppressive effect on my feelings, so that my somewhat disordered feelings can stop for a moment, maybe I just want to get drunk, so that I can't see her in nothingness.

"Brother Guitar, seeing that you are carrying a guitar, you must be a literary and artistic youth, do you want to sing a song to these free people on the stage?"

The guy looked at me with a sincere face, invited me to say, hearing his invitation, I was a little moved, or maybe I just wanted to sing, so that the people present who have stories and are very free to hear my stories, reflecting their stories, is a wonderful thing.

"Okay, then I'll go on stage to show my ugliness."

I decisively accepted the man's request, drank another bottle of pure raw clean, and was about to go on stage, when the man quickly left the bar and walked to a middle-aged man not far away, muttering something.

When I walked to the middle and upper part of the Paradise Bar with my guitar on my back, the long-haired owner also walked here, smiled faintly, looked at me deeply, and then turned to look at the people in the bar who were not paying attention to each other.

"Friends who come to Dali from various cities, welcome to heaven, come to this free place, everyone comes with stories, and the purpose of coming here is to forget the story, or even abandon the story."

The long-haired boss said vicissitudes of life, as if he had gone through all the hardships, and when I looked at his deep eyes, I understood that he was also a man with a story, and the same as Death, otherwise he would not have opened a bar like this here.

In fact, I envy such people, open a theme bar, sing every day, listen to songs, listen to other people's stories, watch passers-by, no need to cheat, no intrigues, really good, very good

But the words of the long-haired boss did not make many people active, they were still doing their own things and drinking their own wine, and such words did not allow them to come out of their own world.

But it seems that the long-haired boss is used to it, and he doesn't feel unhappy because of too many people's ignorance, but continues to say to himself: "And the brother with the guitar standing next to me, at my invitation, is ready to sing a song for everyone, sing his story, his feelings, and I hope that everyone can touch their own feelings when they listen to this song." ”

This time the words made some people raise their heads, but they only looked up at me for a moment, and then lowered their heads again, they still went their own way, ignored others, and only stayed silent in their own small world, being kings who sat in the well and watched the sky.

"Brother, don't care, everyone who comes here is like this, no matter what others do, just take care of yourself, okay, the stage is handed over to you, I hope you can impress them and awaken their confused state."

The long-haired boss said to me with a smile on his face, and he returned to his place, looking at me, waiting to hear my singing.

Two bottles of beer in my stomach, my stomach is very uncomfortable, I endured this taste, shook my head a little dizzy, I don't drink well, two bottles of pure life are a little on the top.

I sat in a chair dedicated to singing with a guitar for singers, tried the strings, and these free people still ignored me, only looking at the wine, and what was particularly important to them, I have to say, Dali is a good place, full of idealism, especially sentimental, I like this kind of place.

"You're in the southern sun, and the snow is falling.

I am in the cold night of the north wind, and the seasons are like spring.

If it comes before dark, I'm going to forget your eyes.

Extremely poor in life, I can't finish a dream

I woke up from a big dream and was ridiculous for a lifetime.

South Mountain, North Autumn Sad, South Mountain has grain piles.

The south wind is murmuring, and the north is in the north.

There are tombstones in the North Sea"

I closed my eyes tightly and sang this popular song "Nanshan Nan" in a low voice, I may not have Zhang Lei's mature, magnetic voice, I have not reached the age of standing, and even a little immature, but I sang with my heart, when I sang, the snowy night came to mind.

When I sang softly and with my heart, I seemed to be standing between the South Mountain and the North Sea, the sunny sky, the snowy world, and at this moment, at that moment, I was submerged, dried, and my standing body became a tombstone, no one cleaned it, no one wanted to approach, as if I had been abandoned by the whole world

And when I was still closed even after singing, in the middle of sadness, suddenly I heard sparse applause, and then instantly turned into warm applause, then I opened my eyes that flashed with tears, and saw that everyone present was applauding sincerely, very quietly, although these free people did not shout excitedly, but I think it is very good, the picture in front of me is like the song "Nanshan Nan", silent and calm with an enron agitation, I enjoy this moment.

The bitter face finally had a smile

My songs may have touched their hearts, and they began to pay attention to me, no, they should have paid attention to my songs.

"It's so good to sing, it seems to put everyone in heaven between Nanshan and Beihai, what is your name, guitar brother? Let everyone know each other, singing is no worse than Zhang Lei with that good voice. ”

The long-haired boss stood beside me at some point, and he didn't even have the sound of footsteps, maybe I didn't pay attention to these things at all.

At this time, everyone else was also looking at me, waiting for me to say my name, whether it was a backpacker or a literary youth.

I looked at the long-haired boss, looked around at everyone in the bar, stopped at the female star wearing sunglasses and masks, paused for a moment and said indifferently: "Call me a butterfly, a black and white butterfly with folded wings." ”

My words made the faces of those present look surprised, I know that they are all surprised why I call such a feminine name, and the meaning of the name butterfly is only known to me, or maybe heaven also knows, but when I say butterfly, the female star becomes her, she is waving to me with a full smile