I didn't listen to Li Zongsheng when I was young, but I didn't know how to understand it.

Xiao Chen just felt sad about this song, and he never understood the story behind this song. As a result, the man in his thirties was crying like a child below, and the two middle-aged couples in the corner walked over.

One of them patted the boss, "Brother, who hasn't encountered a little bumpy in this life, it's not a big deal, be a story, turn the page and come back." ”

said that he drew a few renminbi and put them on the table.

"Check out, remember, it's all passers-by, no one remembers you, you can remember the freedom yourself."

Xiao Chen has not deliberately studied music, so her voice is not modified, and sometimes the more unadorned things are, the more impressive they are.

was moved, not only the boss himself, but also some of his classmates saw Xiao Chen sitting on the booth on the stage holding the microphone, and He Sheng turned around and waved his hand to signal them to come in.

Song Minghui thought of what the guest who left just now: Stories, passers-by, no one remembers.

"Brother, let me ask why you brought us in to listen to your story?" Song Minghui seems to have some ideas.

The boss thought for a moment, "yes, why did I tell you what happened to me?" I don't know, maybe I just want to find someone to talk to, and I feel uncomfortable. ”

Song Minghui then asked, "Then why don't you find your friends and relatives?"

Boss: "Because they will give me some inexplicable ideas, and they will persuade me to leave, and persuade me to admit it."

Song Minghui: "Then you just don't want to give up like that, right?"

Boss: "Yes, I don't want to."

Song Minghui: "Then you will change your bar to a story bar, brother, now you don't know what my name is, but you tell me what happened to you, why, because everyone is in trouble, and you want to find someone to talk to you about things that don't go well, but people who are familiar with you come back to intervene with you, right, you don't want to tell them, on the contrary, strangers, a person who doesn't know his details at all, confide in strangers, and the other party will only take your affairs as a story, because you are just a passerby that the other party meets. You don't need to know the name, maybe they will forget it tomorrow, but this kind of forgetting will be better, and it won't be like a family member, so why don't you change this place to a place to listen to the stories of strangers, the loneliness of one person is loneliness, and the loneliness of a group of people may be a carnival, so then your bar can be opened! ”

The boss listened carefully to Song Minghui's narration, lowered his head and thought for a while: "Brother, you're right, why did I call you in and tell you about these encounters, just because I don't know you."

Song Minghui smiled: "And the age gap between people with stories will be very large, so the bars next door that are tightly set up for young people will not have too much competition with you, and our model does not involve any illegal acts,"

Song Minghui pulled the eldest brother to the door: "Look at their homes, they are all in the same atmosphere as Bundi, you have more light strips on both sides of the side, write some heartfelt slogans, I think even sixty-year-old grandparents want to tell the story of their lives!"

The boss stared: "Brother, what's your name?"

Song Minghui smiled: "We said we were strangers!"

The boss handed over the cigarette: "Brother, thank you, your idea is really good, if I can hold on, you remember to take a look at Houhai in the future, it's really done, you come to the bar to drink for free forever."

The classmates in the audience were coaxing, Xiao Chen sang one song after another, and the boss happily took out some leftover beer and invited these students to drink. At this time, Xiao Chen's mobile phone on the table shook again, Song Minghui just looked at it casually, but it shook three times in a row, and Song Minghui picked it up and saw the text message

"I may not be able to go tomorrow, I'll go to you the day after tomorrow, okay?"

"Where are you playing now? Why don't you text me back? ”

"Shall we meet, I miss you."

"If you don't reply to my text messages, I'll find you now!"

Song Minghui was angry when he saw it, he even read the text messages on it, and he finally knew that there was another one on his road to overcome thorns and thorns, Song Minghui thought about it, then I let him die, and replied: "Okay, then you can come the night after tomorrow."

Then he pretended to be casual and put the phone back on the table.

Xiao Chen made the atmosphere very lively, and as a result, he attracted a group of guests, and He Sheng couldn't help but come to the stage.

"I want to sing a song to Su Yang, the moon represents my heart."

Oh my God, I can't imagine that He Sheng is going to make a big move.

You ask me how much I love you

I love you a little

My love is unwavering

My love remains the same

The moon represents my heart

A gentle kiss

It has touched my heart

........

"I like you Su Yang, although you didn't promise me now, but I'm waiting for you, waiting for the day when you promise me."

Boss: "Little brother, you also have a story!"

Everyone in the audience was coaxing, "Together, together" Su Yang covered his face with his hands, he couldn't resist it, in fact, he hid by going to the bathroom, Song Minghui pushed Xiao Chen, who was nervous, and motioned to accompany him to the bathroom to have a look.

Song Minghui inspected for a week to see if Lao Qin was there, confirmed that he was not there, and picked up the beer and took a sip.

in the bathroom

"Why don't you promise He Sheng, he is so good to you."

Xiao Chen looked at Su Yang in the mirror.

"Actually, I don't know how I feel about him, in case it's dependence, so I don't dare." Su Yang looked at himself in the mirror.

"What's in case, you, there are too many people chasing you, I don't know which one to choose." Xiao Chen sighed.

Su Yang: "Speaking of me, weren't you the same at the beginning?" In the row behind the buttocks, there are few people who are as bold as Song Minghui. ”

"Am I that scary? O tigress! Xiao Chen complained

"Well, almost, Wang Ming is not ruthless enough!" Su Yang joked.

"And say, that's not for you!" Xiao Chen chased Su Yang out.

A few people were tired and tired after a day of walking, so they rushed back to the subway.

The next day's task was the Summer Palace, Su Yang broke away from Lao Qin's team, saying that he wanted to be with Xiao Chen, the angry Lao Qin gritted his teeth, and couldn't say anything, it seems that last night's confession is still very effective, then He Sheng completely threw the two brothers aside, the sixth son and Yaya don't have to worry about it at all, Song Minghui found that since the last time the late incident happened, everyone's time view is much stronger, and there is much more peace of mind, the four of them are boating on Kunming Lake, counting lions on the seventeen-hole bridge, looking at the caisson on the promenade, and the Buddha in the Buddha Xiang Pavilion is chanting, Anyway, to summarize a word "tired" on the way back and run to the front door of the big fence, Wangfujing walked around, the snacks on the side of the road are too delicious, dinner did not think at all, snacks can be eaten to support. In the jewelry store in Dashilar, Song Minghui took a fancy to a pair of earrings, cherry shaped, a red collar and a green one. Song Minghui secretly bought it. Song Minghui noticed that Xiao Chen had pierced ears, but he never brought them, except for performances, of course. At the end of last year, in order to pierce the ears, the panda did not hesitate to pull on two cushions, and held Xiao Chen and another person all down and pierced the ears, and the pain is still very deep in my memory.

After checking the room, Song Minghui called Xiao Chen out at the gate.

"I bought you a small gift for you!"

Xiao Chen opened it and looked at it in surprise: "So cute!"

"Do you like it?"

"I like it!"

"Bring it with you!"

"It's so late, I'm about to go to bed, let's bring it tomorrow."

"Okay, then you can bring it tomorrow."

Xiao Chen tiptoed and kissed Song Minghui on the cheek, and the teacher happened to pass by, "The lights are out, hurry up and go back to sleep." ”

Xiao Chen lowered his head and ran back.