The lights came on that night and the streets came alive.

"Beifan, Beifan. Why are you going? Guo Lei sat in the boss's chair and looked at the boy's busy figure.

"Dad, me, it's time, it's time for me to go to the bar." Beifan coughed twice, trying to make his voice sound normal.

"Beifan, your voice is like this, can you still sing today?" Guo Lei said worriedly.

"It's okay, Dad, I can do it." Bei Fan waved his hand and was about to walk out of the store as he spoke.

"Beifan, don't go, ask the bar owner for a leave of absence, and have a good rest at home." Guo Lei persuaded him.

"No, Dad, it's going to affect the bar's business."

"Then you go, don't sing if you're uncomfortable, and come back after a while to see if the boss can be accommodating."

Guo Lei sighed and sighed helplessly.

"Okay, Dad, you don't have to worry about me." Beifan pretended to be very relaxed.

Actually, no, the boy walked out of the store, uneasy along the way. He cleared his throat, trying to adjust himself.

But no matter how much he coughed, his throat always felt like something was sticking to it.

Despite some hesitation, he made his way to the door of the bar.

The boy closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, and when he opened them again, he mustered up the courage to step inside.

"Beifan, you're finally here. Usually you came early at this point, I thought something had happened to you? ”

"I'm sorry, Boss Chen, I'm a little late today."

Beifan lowered his voice and tried to make it sound like usual.

But his deliberate actions were captured by Boss Chen, and the man looked at him quite vigilantly:

"Beifan, what's wrong with your throat?"

Under Boss Chen's questioning, Beifan felt like a mouse fleeing back and forth, and he hurriedly avoided Boss Chen's sharp gaze.

"No, it's nothing, it's just a little uncomfortable."

"That doesn't affect normal work, does it?" Boss Chen asked.

"Probably so." Bei Fan replied unexpectedly.

The boy hadn't intended to say that, but he didn't want to admit his powerlessness.

In the cause he loved, he never intended to throw in the towel, nor was he afraid of anything.

When the music started, the spotlight on the stage shone on his injured cheek.

As a singer, his nature made him forget his own pain and forget everything around him.

Beifan devoted himself to music, having fun and forgetting himself.

The drinkers on the stage applauded repeatedly, even though it seemed to them that this was no longer a natural sound, but they were attentive enough.

A woman in a plain dress at the bar looked at Beifan infatuatedly.

From time to time, the corners of the girl's mouth rose, and she slapped her white and delicate palms with joy.

"Dad, who is that boy on the stage?"

Boss Chen followed his daughter's gaze, "He's my newly hired resident singer, his name is He Beifan." ”

"Beifan, Beifan." The girl repeated the silent recitation in her mind.

Seeing that his daughter's long and moving eyelashes were motionless, and her soul was attracted, Boss Chen patted the girl's shoulder:

"Anqi, you shouldn't be a nymphomaniac, right?"

"Dad, that boy is really handsome, I like it so much."

"Anqi, there are a lot of handsome boys, you won't see anyone who is such a nymphomaniac, right?" Boss Chen retorted.

"Dad, you don't know, I've been observing him for a long time, but the first time I saw him, I felt that he was the right person.

This is probably the end of love at first sight. The woman's gaze was warm and innocent.

"Anqi, you're not too young, can you be a little more mature? Like a person, you can't just rely on his looks.

Also consider his character, his family ......"

"Dad, could you please say a few words? Like is like, do you need any more reason? If you like it, what else do you have to consider? ”

Chen Anqi pursed her lips and interrupted Boss Chen's words.

"Angel, you like him, so does he know you?" Boss Chen frowned.

"I don't know him for a while. However, after a while, he got to know each other. Angel said, with a strange smile.

After singing a few songs, Beifan felt that he had challenged his limits.

But since today's track is not finished, he has to stabilize himself. At this time, Beifan was stoic like a crushed stone.

Beads of sweat were dripping down, and his left hand was gripping the microphone tightly, like a giant wheel of fate.

The accompaniment of a new song sounded, and the nature of the Beifan singer made him can't help but speak.

Something unexpected happened, and he was dumbfounded.

In the originally large and quiet wine room, the music accompaniment sounded lonely, and the bar suddenly became noisy.

"What's going on, why don't you sing?"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the commotion below, Bei Fan's face turned red unconsciously. He tried to explain something, but couldn't speak.

Eventually, he bowed deeply and walked under the stage.

"What the hell is this kid doing?" Boss Chen walked towards the stage with some anger.

Chen Anqi looked at his father's eyes without anger, stopped speaking, and hurriedly followed.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you sing it? Boss Chen stood in front of Beifan and stopped him.

"I ......" Beifan laboriously spat out a word and pointed to his throat with his finger.

"Hmph", Boss Chen sneered, "There is still such a thing?" You're a resident singer, don't you know? Won't you protect yourself?

Your voice is hoarse and you don't sing anymore, so what about my bar's business? As she spoke, she glared at him fiercely.

Bei Fan lowered his head and didn't say anything more, but bowed to Boss Chen.

Chen Anqi couldn't stand it anymore, "Dad, don't blame him anymore."

For a singer, the voice is very important, and I think he is having a hard time now.

Besides, today, he was already very uncomfortable, and he worked hard enough, and that's fine. ”

Beifan looked at the girl in front of her with an approving gaze, her long hair fell on the plain long skirt, with a fairy aura.

"Anqi, what you said is nice, what about these bar guests?"

"Dad, it's okay, I'll come." Chen Anqi said briskly.

"Anqi, don't joke with me, is singing what you should do?" Boss Chen asked sharply.

"Why not?" Chen Anqi pursed her lips, "Didn't I study music?" Am I not a student at the Conservatory? ”

"But......" Boss Chen still wanted to stop her.

"But what? Dad, you don't have to worry about me. Angel shook her hair.

"Anqi, you will be a teacher in the future, and you don't have to do jobs like singing, do you understand?"

Boss Chen's eyes were about to pop out.

"What do I understand? I don't understand. Singing is a very lowly thing in your eyes, right? But I don't think so.

What does it mean to sell a song? Music it is noble and priceless. Angel refused to give up.

"Angel, that's not what Dad meant." Boss Chen grabbed An Qi's arm.

"And what do you mean?" The girl asked rhetorically.

"Look, you're a girl's ......"

"What's wrong with my girl's house? Are you worried about my safety? Yes, I know.

So, I promised you not to go to the bar and be a resident singer.

But today is a special situation, and besides, what do you have to worry about in your bar? ”

As she spoke, Chen Anqi broke free of her father's broad palm, walked onto the stage, and picked up the microphone.

The musical accompaniment in the background gradually began to play.

Boss Chen shook his head helplessly, and patted the boy next to him on the shoulder again.

"Let's go, stinky boy, since you don't sing, let's go to the bar next to us for a drink or two."

With that, Boss Chen took Beifan to the bar and unscrewed two more bottles of whiskey.

"Here, Beifan, I know you love this."

Bei Fan took the whiskey, looked at his face cautiously, and smiled at him again.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless and unsympathetic. What I said just now may be a bit heavy, don't mind. ”

Bei Fan shook his head slightly.

"I was really anxious and afraid of affecting the business of the bar, so I yelled at you. Beifan, long live understanding! ”

As he spoke, Boss Chen touched Beifan's wine bottle.

After a sip of whiskey, the man seemed to open the conversation:

"He Beifan, I didn't expect you to be a stinky boy who is still strangely attractive? What have you attracted my daughter, let her speak for you.

Our family, Anqi, is an iceberg beauty at school, which discourages many suitors.

She doesn't care about others, how can she meet you and she is so warm? ”

Beifan's cheeks were slightly red, looking at the radiant girl on the stage.

She is not stained with rouge, and the plain dress has a clear hibiscus-like temperament.

Angel's ethereal voice brought Beifan to a dreamy and beautiful world, and sang every sentence into his heart.

He put the whiskey on the table aside and quietly looked at Angel on the stage, and fell into a trance.

"Beifan, will your voice be better tomorrow? Beifan, He Beifan? ”

Boss Chen pushed him, and Beifan came to his senses.

"What are you looking at, you stinky boy? Our family Angel is beautiful, right? Look at you and you don't even turn your eyes, really. ”

Beifan nodded shyly, but a pair of bright eyes looked at Anqi on the stage for a second.

The music stopped, and the woman in the plain dress stepped off the stage and slowly walked towards Beifan.

The boy felt his heartbeat quicken, and as for why this happened, Beifan himself couldn't say clearly.

"Hello, my name is Chen Anqi, can you get to know me?" As she spoke, the girl held out her hand.

Beifan's cheeks were hot, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but it was difficult to make a sound.

An Qi's slender fingers pressed Beifan's lips: "You don't have to say it, I know, your name is He Beifan." ”

Bei Fan smiled shyly and shook Anqi's hand.

"Beifan, do you know how to play the piano?" Angel stroked the hem of her skirt gently.

"Of course." Bei Fan smiled confidently.

"Then you, can you teach me?" Angel pursed her lips in abrupt eyes.

"Yes, but ......" Beifan hesitated a little: "I may not be able to spare time." ”

"You're going to sing in a bar at night, but what about you during the day?" Angel brushed her toes.

"Daytime......" Beifan shook his head embarrassedly, "During the day, I help out in the restaurant." ”

"Oh, yes, okay then." Angel's head hung down, looking disappointed.

She held the goblet on the table in her hand and slowly poured the red wine into her stomach.

"Anqi, why are you still drinking, drink less." Boss Chen stepped forward and snatched Anqi's wine glass.

"Dad, just let me drink some more." Chen Anqi pouted at Old Chen.

"Girl's family, what kind of body is it to drink so much wine?"

"Lao Chen, you can let me and Beifan have two more drinks!" As he spoke, Angel snatched the wine glass from Boss Chen's hand.

"Okay, okay, okay, I can't persuade you. When you have finished drinking this cup, you are not allowed to drink it again. ”

"Long live Old Chen!" As he spoke, Angel and Beifan touched their wine glasses and threw themselves up.

"Boss Chen, look, it's so late, I should go back too." With that, Beifan stood up and was about to leave.

"Okay, let's go. Beifan, come early tomorrow! Boss Chen advised.

"Okay, I will." Bei Fan waved his hand at Anqi.

Chen Anqi looked at Beifan's departing back and looked ahead.

"Angel, Angel." Boss Chen shook his daughter's eyes with his big and generous hand.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Angel came to her senses.

"What are you looking at?"

"No, nothing." Chen Anqi smiled embarrassedly.

"Angel, how are you doing in your studies lately?" Boss Chen asked tentatively.

"Oh, Dad, I was about to tell you about it." Angel immediately perked up.

"What's wrong? What difficulties do you have to tell Dad? ”

"That" Chen Anqi carefully observed Lao Chen's demeanor, looking very hesitant.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Well, I'm stuck playing the piano, so I want to ......," said Angel, who said no more.

"Don't be appetizing, tell me, what do you want?"

After a pause of a few seconds, Angel mustered up her courage: "I think, I want Beifan to teach me to play the piano at home." ”

After An Qi finished speaking, she hurriedly looked at Lao Chen's face.

"What did you say?" Boss Chen looked surprised.

"I said, let Beifan teach me to play the piano at home." Angel repeated carefully.

"Angel Chen, are you kidding me?"

"What's the matter, what's wrong with this?" Angel pleaded.

"It just doesn't work. No matter how poor you are, Angel Chen is also a member of the Conservatory.

If you let He Beifan tutor you, what will he do? He didn't even get into the conservatory. Boss Chen's face became more and more ugly.