The lights on the stage still look so dazzling, but unfortunately, He Beifan no longer has a feeling of enjoyment, the young man's hand holding the microphone is getting stiffer and stiffer, and beads of sweat are dripping down the thin face. The boy's beautiful black eyes also lost their former brilliance, and the group of boys below shouted, not knowing whether it was mockery or praise for him.

The music in the tavern finally stopped, but they didn't know contentment at all, especially the blonde boy who humiliated him with money, and at this time he came to his senses, "Okay, good, another song." The boy clapped his hands as he picked up the bottle that was placed on the bar, his face ruddy, as if he had drunk a lot of wine.

He Beifan had already put down the microphone, and the boy's workload today was really beyond his load. His legs were stiff, the gears of his brain were no longer turning, and he struggled to walk off the stage.

"I really don't want to sing, that's all for today's performance." Beifan's eyes were indescribably tired, the expression on his face was indescribably wooden, his eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently, and the young man looked very melancholy, not at all like his usual appearance. "I asked you to sing, did you hear me? Lao Tzu wants to listen to songs, and there are times when he can't listen to them. The blonde boy slammed the bottle down on the bar and began to play drunk.

He Beifan didn't pay attention to him anymore, he didn't understand why this guy was not much older than himself, but he could do it there and point fingers at him. Beifan licked his chapped lips, and before he could bother to wipe the beads of sweat off his cheeks, the black collar standing on his neck was grabbed violently, "Is it so hard for me to tell you to sing?" Call your boss over and see how he does business. ”

The blonde boy tore at his collar a little brutally, such an aggressive move came too suddenly, obviously beyond He Beifan's expectations, he fell backwards, struggling, almost a little unsteady, but pushed him away violently.

Look at the blonde boy who was drunk and smoky, he was already a little out of balance, and after being pushed so hard by He Beifan, he suddenly lost his concentration and fell towards the bar counter on the side, his flushed face hit the sharp corner of the bar, and then drew a bloody mark.

"Ahh The blonde boy subconsciously screamed, and Bei Fan stood there quite dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, and then Boss Chen came, and he saw the customers of his tavern falling there, and his face suddenly became a little cold. The man with a big belly bent down with some difficulty, and then smiled helplessly, "Are you okay?" I'll help you up. Boss Chen had never been so gentle with anyone, and even Angel, who was standing on the sidelines, was surprised by his father's behavior.

"Get out of here, don't help me." The young man who was lying on the cold ground stood up quite reluctantly, looking a little staggering. "You dare to push Lao Tzu, do you want to die?" The blonde boy said nothing with anger on his face, but Boss Chen, who was standing on the side, smiled at him without arguing right or wrong, "Don't be angry, you extinguish the fire first." The man stooped over and looked at him, as if he had really done something wrong.

And when Boss Chen turned to look at He Beifan, he had a different attitude, he gave him a fierce look, and he didn't know if it was out of his own heart or who he wanted to show it to. "You pushed him, is that your attitude towards customers? You apologize to him. Boss Chen's eyes widened, and he looked indisobedient.

But this time, He Beifan was unexpectedly excited, "Why? It was he who took the lead in picking the room and asked me to apologize to him? He Beifan's cheeks were indescribably cold, and then, the most chapped corner of the sneered face was a casual sneer, "I just don't apologize, what can you do to me?" The boy no longer praised the tolerant appearance, he was tired to the extreme, and there was no need for Beifan to endure it anymore.

And the blonde boy who was staggering on the side looked like he couldn't hold it back, and wanted to hit him, but he was dragged by Boss Chen, "Don't be impulsive, you can dissipate your anger first." When he turned to He Beifan, he had a wicked face, "Hurry up and apologize to him, did you hear me?" The man's eyes were palpably angry.

"Hmph." He Beifan sneered, he really felt a little ridiculous. The young man's black collar had already been scratched, he hadn't complained about anything, and now he actually had to apologize to him, such a thing, He Beifan really couldn't do it. Beifan didn't say anything more, just turned around and was about to leave, but he was stunned by Boss Chen.

"You stop me, if you don't apologize to him today, you won't use it tomorrow." Boss Chen's tone was very firm, and he couldn't tell that he was joking with Beifan. Hearing him say this, He Beifan couldn't help but stop, he slowly turned around, and the expression on his face became more and more silent.

"Yes, then you can pay me this month's salary first." Bei Fan looked at him directly, and there was not a trace of fear in those black eyes.

"Yes, you can." No matter how arrogant Boss Chen is, he is not unreasonable, "I will pay you my wages now, and you will fuck me now." He looked at the boy standing in front of him, his eyes became more and more fierce, and then he took out his hand and, transferred the account to He Beifan, and his face became more and more calm.

"Alright, you can get out of here now." The man's voice was low, but it seemed very unkind. Beifan stood in place in a daze, today's events happened too suddenly, and there was no time for the boy to think.

", what are you still doing standing here?" In the tavern of so many people, he didn't save face for Beifan at all.

The boy pursed his lips, and he didn't look at Boss Chen again. Behind him was Chen Anqi's reassuring voice, "Dad, this is just a trivial matter, you really don't need to do it." Not to mention Bei Fanta. Before Angel could finish speaking, she was ruthlessly interrupted by her father.

"It's all like this, you still beg for him to be ruthless, let him go." At that time, He Beifan had already walked out of the door of the tavern, but the blonde boy on the side was smiling very happily, it seemed that his conspiracy had succeeded, and he was really happy to see He Beifan being fired, although he was just a stranger, but he didn't know where the pleasure came from.

The winter street is particularly desolate, the street lamps on the side are weakly lit, it is already more than two o'clock in the morning, there are no pedestrians on the street, the boy's cotton jacket is inevitably a little thin, in such a winter night when the snow is flying, it seems even more powerless. Some crystal snow on the branches of the tree fell on the young man's shoulders, adding a little coolness to him.

A gust of cold wind rushed towards him, almost knocking the boy down. He Beifan couldn't help but speed up his pace and walked towards the corner of the street, the boy's pace became more and more rapid, He Beifan walked faster and faster, and his breathing began to be uneven. In the vast night, Beifan was like a gust of wind, he ran faster and faster, and when he ran to the noodle shop on the corner, he suddenly stopped.

The lights in Uncle Lei's noodle shop had been extinguished, and the small door was locked, but Beifan couldn't walk anymore, and the boy stood in the snow in a daze, and suddenly there was a tear stain on his thin cheek, and he cried. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be so vulnerable, but I don't know what is going on today, the boy really wants to cry out loud, but he holds back his tears.

He didn't stay any longer, and walked forward slowly, but the tears in those black eyes could no longer be controlled, and under the blowing of the evening breeze, there was no intention of drying up at all.

Uncle Lei is gone, and he doesn't want to see himself look cowardly. However, Beifan is like a child who doesn't grow up, when he is wronged, he also wants to cry to his heart's content, but unfortunately, he doesn't know who he should tell him, if Uncle Lei is still there, Beifan will be stronger than now. It's just that there is no if, it's just a person, a road, just like this.

Walking on the empty street, He Beifan suddenly had an inexplicable sense of loneliness, the young man really wanted to say something to anyone, but found that there was no one to talk to, perhaps, some things can only be buried silently in his heart alone, or perhaps, crying is the best way to solve it.

He hadn't cried like this in a long time, and in this world, tears were called the most useless thing.

A person who sheds tears may be fragile and vulnerable in the eyes of others, but are these so important? He Beifan just wants to cry now, crying hysterically. He didn't know what else he could do after leaving the tavern, He Yulei's tired face made the young man want to escape countless times.

Perhaps, He Beifan's decision was wrong, he shouldn't have left the tavern so willfully, what could it be to apologize to him, even if he didn't do anything wrong, but was it so difficult to bow his head? Why should he be so willful, but he can't swallow this breath after all. The cold wind of winter, like a teenager can't help but want to shiver.

In the cold wind, Bei Fan suddenly figured out a question, he probably shouldn't take his job so decently.

He is already lowly, why should he care about his face and dignity, as long as he can earn piano lessons and reduce the burden on his mother, why does he care so much, but why, his heart is a sadness that wants to suffocate. It seems that this is not the life he wants. But he had nothing else to do but go to the bar to be a resident singer.

Beifan was really afraid that one day, his mother would say to him with red eyes, "Child, will you give up the piano?" I really can't afford you. But I don't want to see her look sick from hard work. The north wind of the winter night was still whistling in the ears of the young man, and Beifan walked in the snow, but his steps became heavier and heavier.