A fat man of 200 pounds, twisted and spoiled.

I really can't bear to look at that picture.

The greasy and greasy feeling makes people can't help but blow up their hairs, almost like a comet hitting the earth.

Gu Bei only felt that his eyes seemed to have been poured with chili pepper water.

"Abei, you can just sing a song, besides, I still have the right to use that song, now that the song is not recorded, I can't listen to it?"

"The right to use the bullshit, you didn't give me the money, why don't you settle the money for me now?"

"Money...... No money! But I don't care, I want to hear it now! ”

"People won't give me a chance to sing, and when I look back, I think I'm stealing a job, and you can't beat me up?"

"You just go up and say it, how can people be so hypocritical."

“......”

Hu Lai's soft grinding and hard bubbles made Gu Bei very helpless.

But there was no way, he couldn't resist Hu Lai in the end, after all, he was more willing to go up and sing a song than a greasy coquette.

Otherwise, he was worried that his eyes would be blinded.

"What, hello, can I borrow your guitar and sing a song?" Taking advantage of the break in the tavern singing, Gu Bei walked to the side of the resident singer and said his intention quite politely.

After all, this kind of request is quite unreasonable.

"You want to sing?" Bao Wenxuan looked at Gu Bei, who was slightly drunk, and was slightly dissatisfied in surprise.

It's not uncommon for guests to come up and want to sing.

At first, Bao Wenxuan didn't mind, and was even very enthusiastic to accompany the guests.

However, it doesn't matter if you sing well, but most of the guests don't really want to sing, they just hold the microphone and cry wolf to vent themselves.

Although he studied drama, he was more passionate about music.

He was serious about music.

So, gradually, I didn't want the guests to sing anymore.

The ghost cries wolf, and he is not worthy of his accompaniment.

"Yes, just sing a song, is it convenient?" Gu Bei nodded.

"Convenient, right...... What do you want to sing? I'll just help you play it. Bao Wenxuan wanted to refuse, but the guest seemed to be quite polite, so he agreed.

It's just that he doesn't want to lend his guitar, it's a new guitar, what if it breaks?

"Or you give me the guitar, I'll do it myself, what I'm going to sing is original." Gu Bei's attitude was quite serious.

"Original?" Bao Wenxuan hesitated, but got up and handed the guitar to Gu Bei.

After all, the bar does have rules that guests have the right to sing on stage, and it is not easy to refuse themselves.

Then he said into the microphone, "This guest, I want to present an original song for everyone, what kind of song is this?" We'll see. ”

There was something odd about his tone.

It sounds like an introduction, but in fact, it seems to remind the guests that there is a person who is not self-sufficient and is going to sing on stage, and he says that it is original, and everyone will remember to spray him later.

Bao Wenxuan really meant the same thing, it was best for Gu Bei to be sprayed off the stage as soon as he opened his mouth, so as not to break my guitar......

Gu Bei naturally heard the voiceover of this resident singer.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it, and after saying thank you, he hugged his guitar and sat in front of the microphone.

Hulai, who was sitting in his seat, applauded wildly like a fan.

I also took out my phone and turned on the video.

Since I haven't recorded the full version, let's record the live version once, but I have the right to use the song.

After a while, the guitar sounded.

Gu Bei played the prelude to "You at the Same Table".

However, before they could start singing, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"This guy, can't he have forgotten the score?" Bao Wenxuan, who was standing on the side, glanced at Gu Bei with disdain.

But a moment later, the piano sounded again.

This time, the melody is completely different from the prelude just now.

Gu Bei originally wanted to sing "You at the Same Table" according to Hu Lai's meaning.

But when he sat in this position, looked at the people in the audience, and felt the environment and atmosphere here, he changed his mind.

He wanted to sing another song.

"When you walk into this fun field

Carry all your dreams and thoughts on your back

All kinds of makeup on the face

No one remembers what you look like

Three rounds of wine over you in the corner

stubbornly singing bitter songs......"

Gu Bei's singing, through the microphone, spread all over this small tavern and into everyone's ears.

is not hurried, but eloquently, as if telling a kind of unwillingness and helplessness.

Tell of bitterness.

Or ...... Dream.

Many put down their glasses and listened attentively.

"Listen to it being drowned out in the hustle and bustle

You pick up your glass and say to yourself

A glass of the rising sun

A glass of moonshine ......"

The euphemistic and lamenting melody and heart-piercing lyrics expressed the sorrow of many people present.

Isn't this noisy world just a happy field?

Struggling in this lonely city, how many people gradually lose themselves, forget themselves, put on masks, and disguise themselves as something else.

The dreams that I once had, in such a disguise, are gradually forgotten.

Perhaps, only in the dead of night, when all disguises are removed, will you quietly take out your dreams and enjoy them alone.

A cup of sunrise, a glass of moonlight.

Two glasses of wine, one for the future and one for the past, commemorating the past and looking forward to tomorrow.

In the midst of helplessness, there is a glimmer of light.

That's relief.

"One cup for freedom, one cup for death

Forgive my ordinariness and dispel the confusion ......"

The song finally came to an end.

When the last melody of the guitar stopped, the dimly lit tavern erupted in roaring applause like ocean waves.

Very warm.

However, Gu Bei couldn't feel such enthusiasm.

There was a hint of a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

The song "Dispel Sorrow" brings him a different feeling from others.

At this moment, he felt that he was the one who hid in the corner and sang after three rounds of drinking.

In this world, he is unique and at the same time lonely.

After all, his soul does not belong here.

Who can understand this loneliness?

Gu Bei is not a person who likes to be sentimental, but today, he feels that he is indeed a little hypocritical.

"Can you tell me, this song...... What's it called? At this time, Bao Wenxuan, who had been intoxicated by the song before, walked to Gu Bei's side, with a look of worship and humility on his face.

The song just now amazed him, and those heart-piercing lyrics made him empathize.

He fell in love with the song.

"This song is called "Dispel Sorrow"." Gu Bei's voice came out through the microphone.

"One more song!"

Suddenly, such a voice appeared in the tavern.

One person, two people, gradually turned into a wave of voice.

It's as if this tavern has suddenly become a concert scene.

Among them, the one who shouted the loudest was the guy Hulai, who was hoarse and a little broken.

His mung bean-sized eyes were faintly filled with tears.

Yes, this fat man cried.

......

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