The folk bar Xu Nuanxin said was not far from the student street, and it took only seven minutes to drive.

Zhuang Yiman parked the car, and the two got out of the car and walked to the bar side by side.

This bar is well-known in this area and has attracted many literary and artistic youths to come here.

When the two arrived, the bar was almost full, and Xu Nuanxin knew the bartender, so he could be regarded as having a relationship and helping to arrange a good seat.

After sitting down, the two ordered a drink and some appetizers.

After the waiter left, Zhuang Yiman began to look at the folk bar.

The interior of the bar is casual but also full of art, and at first glance it exudes a touch of emotion, making it a great place to relax.

The two of them sat in excellent seats, and when they raised their eyes, they could see the singers standing opposite each other.

The singer looked like he was in his early thirties, sitting in a chair, playing a guitar in his hand, and singing a ballad affectionately.

His voice is deep and magnetic, and the singing in full bloom between his voice is graceful and melodious, which has the attraction of people who can't help but stop and listen.

The waiter quickly served the drinks and food that the two had just ordered, Xu Nuanxin liked to drink beer, while Zhuang Yiman thought that the beer was too full, so he ordered a cocktail and a bottle of whiskey.

The two chatted and drank wine, which was also pleasant.

Xu is Zhuang Yiman was in a bad mood, with the idea of buying drunk, at first she just restrained her cocktail, and then drank pure whiskey directly, and it didn't take long for her to be a little drunk.

Xu Nuanxin didn't stop her, but just persuaded, "Take it easy, it's uncomfortable to get drunk." ”

Zhuang Yiman nodded.

After singing a song, the resident singer in front of him said into the microphone: "Yesterday, a friend asked me if I could order a song, and I jokingly said that I had to bring my boyfriend to order a song, but I didn't expect her to bring her boyfriend today."

The following "Prose Poem Written by My Father" is for her and her boyfriend, as well as for all of you here. ”

The magnetic voice of the folk singer is full of a faint sense of vicissitudes, obviously just singing a song, but it is more like telling a story affectionately.

"This is my father

Texts in the diary

This is the legacy of his youth

Prose poems that remained

Decades later, I watched as I burst into tears

But my father is already so old that he wants to be a shadow

The 1994 crops had already been harvested

My old mother passed away last year

The daughter ran into the school with a ponytail

But she's been a little lonely lately and has lost a lot of weight

Think about the future, I'll be a pile of old paper money

At that time, my daughter must have been stunningly beautiful

There was a man who loved her who wanted to marry her home

But I couldn't bear to look at her when I thought of it

……”

I don't know if it's because of those conversations with Zhuang Xianghan in the evening, listening to this song, Zhuang Yiman's heart was filled with sadness, and then he felt his eyes astringent.

She bit her lip heavily, and was stunned not to let the tears remain, but the speed of drinking was faster.

At this time, Xu Nuanxin finally couldn't help but want to stop her from drinking.

Zhuang Yiman raised her eyes filled with moisture, and there was a rare confusion in the eyes of the delicate peach blossoms, she smiled at Xu Nuanxin, the smile was bitter and helpless, she said: "Da Xu, I feel uncomfortable." ”

Zhuang Yiman, whom Xu Nuanxin knew, was stubborn and stubborn, how could he ever see her so dazed and depressed.

After sighing lowly, Xu Nuanxin finally let Zhuang Yiman continue to drink.

After drinking most of the bottle of whiskey, Zhuang Yiman finally couldn't help but cover his mouth and walked briskly in the direction of the bathroom.