It's still the old time to work in the bar tonight, and as soon as Ye Tang changed into his staff clothes, the boss came over,

"Xiao Tang, there is a show here tonight, don't just be busy with work, but also relax appropriately, if you have a favorite performance, just sit down and watch, take drinks and snacks by yourself, it's not easy to be alone in the United States."

"......"

"Don't worry, the salary won't be less than yours."

"Thank you boss, but ......"

"If you want to talk about the reason, you are the same age as my daughter, she has me and her mother to take care of, but you have to work alone in this foreign country, I was very miserable when I first came to the United States, and at that time I thought that it would not be so difficult to have someone who could help me. Child, sometimes it is better to accept the kindness of others than to carry it. ”

The boss patted Ye Tang on the shoulder and walked away with a smile.

When it was close to 8 o'clock, there were more guests, Ye Tang brushed away some messy thoughts, and began to carry trays of wine and snacks everywhere.

When the music sounded, the lights went out suddenly, and unconsciously, she turned her head to the stage, and those lights shrouded them, like brilliance, a little envious, these people were destined for a frank future. She sighed inwardly and walked back to the bar to pick up the food that another guest had ordered.

The guests in the bar screamed and danced together with the music and rock style, and the lyrical ones quietly closed their eyes and enjoyed it, and the atmosphere was very good. Hearing that the guests said that they were students at Berklee College of Music, Ye Tang knew that this school was very close to here, she would occasionally pass by, watching those people go in and out with their instruments on their backs, their faces were confident and flamboyant, they were all people who were very close to their dreams. And I can't see the future clearly.

She packed some dishes and put them in the kitchen sink, when she came out, the melody of a song happened to sound, it was a Chinese song she liked very much, Ye Tang unconsciously put down the work in her hand, looked over, the boy was sitting on a chair, holding the microphone, the brim of the hat was a little low, and the shadow covered most of his face. Looking at the figure, she inexplicably felt a little familiar.

"There are many people who love it

No, you don't think you'll care about me

Is it the time of a lifetime

are all used to exchange for a misunderstanding with you

Who can really make whom

Happiness to the end of the story

…………”

When the first sentence was sung, her voice was very special, clear and magnetic, and she watched intently, but the string in her head suddenly broke, and her voice coincided with the version she had heard by chance a few years ago.

"Yuan, Wang Yuan, he is Wang Yuan."

groping for the little information left in her mind about the domestic entertainment industry, she remembered the group with a large fan base, and the names that would always be mentioned.

No wonder he looked familiar at the time. He's a student at Berkeley, too. Wang Yuan on the stage slowly raised his head, he stood up, this time the high note was perfect, and it was easier than singing this song before. After getting off the stage, he ordered a rice noodle, hoping to have a taste of home, he thought about it and remarked spicy.

When Ye Tang looked at the bowl of rice noodles handed to her by the store manager, she thought that this should be ordered by Wang Yuan.

"That kid is probably also Chinese, and I specially prepared some side dishes for him. Take it to him. ”

When Wang Yuan looked up along the voice, he was a little surprised,

"Ye Tang?"

"Well, your rice noodles."

"You're working here?"

"yes. This bowl of rice noodles was made by the boss himself, and these side dishes were brought from China. You can taste it. ”

"Okay, thank you.".

He picked up the chopsticks and ate two bites, a spicy smell filled his mouth, although it was not spicy for a Chongqing person, but the chili sauce had a very Chinese taste. The side dishes are also traditional Chinese pickles, and every bite reminds him of home. One bite, two bites, three bites, is this what homesickness feels like?