The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The battle at the wine table has begun to heat up.

Beltway and Ghost each took a lap of vodka and were blushing from the fight. One speaks English, the other speaks Russian, and they keep swearing at each other that the other party may not understand. Victor had slumped down on the chair holding the bottle of wine. Ever since he finished eating the steak, he had been drinking himself, and he couldn't stop him.

None of the three women was drunk.

Luper and Siyan were watching the show with wine glasses in their hands, while Michela looked absent-minded, glancing at Watson from time to time, but no matter what Watson asked, he didn't say anything, and at most he just nodded.

They looked at each other like this for a while, and Watson was a little confused by her.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

"No, it's fine now."

Michela turned her head and finally said her first words since entering the bar today. The girl's face looked a bit psychedelic under the dim lights, and her bright red lips were looming in the hair that covered half of her face.

Watson didn't ask any more questions and just looked at her silently.

The girl is lying.

The sound of music came from the stage not far away. It was obviously a classic country blues tune, but it inexplicably created a noisy atmosphere at this moment. The surrounding crowds and scenery were blurred, leaving only Michela's eye covered by hair.

Finally feeling Watson's gaze, the girl raised her eyes slightly and looked over.

This time she didn't avoid it.

The faint melancholy surging in the depths of the azure ocean, without any cover-up or reservation at this moment, penetrated into Watson's heart with that eye.

Awakening a certain part that has been suppressed.

Watson didn't know what it was, maybe it was pity, maybe it was love, he couldn't be sure. The only thing he was sure of was the extremely strong thought in his mind:

Let Michela truly laugh for once tonight.

Even if it’s just a little happier than yesterday.

When he was a kid, Watson loved watching "Kamen Rider Kuuga". In this tokusatsu series that spans 50 years and has nearly 40 Kamen Riders, he is only interested in Kuuga, who is known as the "Heisei No. Kamen Rider".

Kuuga has a particularly famous line, which is also his belief in defeating powerful enemies many times. There are many different versions translated from Japanese, but the core meaning is probably the same:

“I want to put a smile on everyone’s face.”

When Watson was 10 years old, he couldn't understand the meaning, and he was more concerned about Kuuga's armor and weapon shapes; when Watson was 20 years old, he thought this sentence was childish; and then after a few years, he Gradually I felt that this simple ideal was so touching.

Simple never means easy.

Watson didn't have such arduous ideals, he just wanted to make Michela happy tonight.

It is really a very absurd thing to look at a girl's face and suddenly think of Kamen Rider. Perhaps no other man in the world would have the same thoughts as Watson in this situation. But it just popped out of Watson's mind and drove him to act involuntarily.

Michelle was already a little restless by Watson's incomprehensible eyes. She stretched out her hand and pressed it to Watson's face, trying to turn the guy's head to the side just like the time in the helicopter.

Snapped!

Her wrist was grabbed by Watson.

"I'm going to go up and sing a song."

Watson looked at Michela and pointed at the small stage not far away.

"what?"

When Michela didn't respond, Watson immediately asked: "You will always be here, right? You won't suddenly go somewhere else, right?"

Where else could I go?

The girl nodded blankly.

"Well."

Watson stood up: "Remember what you said, don't walk away later!" His voice drifted farther and farther, and he had already reached the entrance to the backstage of the stage. Watching Watson disappear through the door curtain, Michelle turned around and saw Luper enjoying herself with a glass of wine.

The four eyes in her arms were empty, and she seemed to have been out of body.

"Did you hear what he said?" The French mature woman's cheeks were red under the influence of alcohol, and her eyes narrowed into a line when she smiled: "When he comes on stage later, you must not run away!"

Michela didn't reply, just glanced at the old man playing the electric guitar on the stage, and took a silent sip of wine.

Watson at the other end opened the door curtain, and a rosacea-skinned man stood inside. Seeing Watson walking in, he was stunned for a moment: "Kid, you shouldn't come to this store! Are you an adult?"

"I'm definitely an adult, are you the boss here?"

"That's right. What's the matter with you?"

The rosacea man put the mop aside, adjusted the cowboy hat on his head, and frowned at Watson.

......

The performance on stage is over.

There was a series of applause in the bar, and the mercenaries in the audience were almost drunk. The atmosphere in the venue was very warm at this time, and they would probably applaud as long as it was a lively piece of music.

The lead singer and guitarist left the stage, and were soon replaced by a few older men.

Seeing that it was not Watson who came up, Michela turned back. The meaning of the words the other party said before leaving were very obvious, just saying the words "I want you to listen to me sing a song" directly.

For a few seconds, she wanted to leave.

I don’t want to fall into this trap again.

Although she knew that Luper would definitely not stop her, the girl still did not stand up after all. Watson just wanted to sing a song, Michela said to herself in her heart, he had no other meaning, and even if he did, it was not what she thought.

We are just friends.

It would be nice to be friends.

The girl had no intention of listening to whatever songs those people on the stage were singing. It wasn't until people around her applauded, and even sharp whistles sounded, that she belatedly raised her head and discovered that there was a new person in the center of the stage.

That's 'Miss Watson' carrying an electric guitar.

Michela is too familiar with Watson's face. His skin is so good that he can simplify heavy makeup into light makeup. At this time, Miss Watson simply wore a rock and roll smoke, paired with a denim jacket and a leather studded skirt, and caught the attention of all the men on the field.

Except for the two fools who were still fighting for drinks.

The original brown and black hair turned into dark red at some point. Miss Watson twisted the buttons on the electric guitar effector and plucked the strings a few times, causing the men off the stage to applaud again.

"This song......"

Miss Watson leaned closer to the microphone, opened her mouth and uttered a magnetic female voice with a slightly hoarse tone: "It's called "Joey", dedicated to Joey."

Turning around and nodding towards the drummer, his long fingers swept the strings from bottom to top. A crisp electric guitar sound sounded, and the drummer behind him responded promptly and followed immediately.

The melody of the intro is very simple, but it creates a unique immersion under the carefully adjusted sound of the effects, exuding a strange smell of alcohol. The first lyrics Miss Watson sang almost made people immersed in her sadness.

“Joey~baby~don‘t get~crazy”

(Joy~baby~don’t be obsessed with those things)

"Detours, Fences... I get defensive"

(I wanted to break through your defenses tactfully, but I encountered even tighter defenses)

The body on the stage twisted gently to the rhythm of the music, and the singing voice was like a whisper coming from a drunken state. The whole bar had fallen silent, listening to her narrating about her alcoholic partner and her bitter monologue of admonishment. .

Is this what Watson originally sang like?

It's so fascinating...

Michela looked at Miss Watson on the stage, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly. She was a little unsure of the meaning of the song, so she could only listen to the other person continue singing.

"I know you've heard it all before!"

(I know you’re tired of hearing those truths!)

The originally calm statement suddenly breaks into the chorus, and Miss Watson's singing becomes soaring. But this did not affect her timbre at all. Due to the raised pitch, there was even a hint of crying in her singing.

“so I don’t say it anymore!”

(So ​​I won’t say more!)

"I just stand by and let you fight your secret war!"

(I will only stand behind you to support you and let you win the battle deep inside you!)

The eyes under the black eyeshadow were no longer concealed, and they were looking directly into Michelle's eyes. Until entering the second verse of lyrics, Miss Watson did not move her eyes away from Michelle's face.

Putting her left hand down briefly on the fretboard of the electric guitar, Miss Watson pointed in the direction of Michela, and then put her gentle hand back to her chest. Others only thought it was the effect of the show, but the girl understood now.

This song is really sung to myself.

He's not kidding.

"But we got lucky once before..."

(But we were once so lucky...)

“And I don’t wanna close the door!”

(And I don’t want to shut you out of my heart either!)

The fingers holding the wine glass gradually tightened, and Michela used a lot of willpower to prevent herself from escaping Watson's gaze. But at this moment, her thoughts were like a mess. The extremely beautiful face under the spotlight on the stage stirred the girl's mind over and over again during the singing.

After the thumping drum beat, the guitar solo began to sound.

Miss Watson stopped staring at Michela. She shook her head vigorously, and her originally combed hair fell down, making her beautiful face blurry. The two slender white legs were dancing to the rhythm, looking extremely alluring under the temptation of twisting the waist.

But while turning her head, Michela saw that those eyes revealed a different meaning.

This is the melancholy I am most familiar with.

Fatigue, numbness, self-abasement... Miss Watson's eyes, in that brief moment, passed through the girl's eyes like an illusion, but her heart could no longer be calm.

"Oh Joey, I'm not angry anymore."

(Oh, Joey, I'm not angry anymore.)

The song ends.

The applause was unprecedentedly loud.

"To Joey."

After saying this, Miss Watson picked up the bottle of vodka at hand, imitated the ghost and took off the bottle cap, and then raised the bottle and drank it all in one gulp amid the increasingly loud cheers of the audience.

"To Joey!"

"To Joey!"

People in the audience didn't know who Joey was, but that didn't stop them from raising their glasses to pay tribute to this wonderful performance. For a time, the whole bar was filled with the sound of clinking wine glasses, and the atmosphere was raised to a new level.

"One more song!"

I don’t know who shouted first, but a few seconds later, the bar was filled with voices with the same content. It was a pity that Miss Watson did not intend to continue. After she put down the bottle, she turned and walked towards the backstage curtain.

But at this moment, a young man wearing a brown leather jacket climbed over the wine table and caught up:

"My Goddess!"

He opened his mouth with an amazing sentence, and this handsome man even knocked away the band member who stretched out his hand to stop him: "Forget about that Joey! Let me enter your..."

"Shut your mouth! Wade Wilson!"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, the rosacea man at the door held the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and pointed it at his feet: "I warned you last time when you harassed that girl. If you go forward again, One step and I’ll let you taste bullets!”

The bar burst into laughter. The rugged mercenaries were not frightened by the gunshots, but instead started to watch with interest. Wade Wilson, a strange living treasure in the mercenary world, can always do something that everyone likes.

But this has nothing to do with Watson.

As several old-faced musicians took the stage, the classic blues began to play again.

Soon.

Watson, who put on the denim jacket from before, sneakily returned to the chair.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Luper clapped his hands and came closer to Watson to look around: "You are such a beautiful boy, you really hide your secrets. Maybe I should call you Miss Watson?"

Most of her body was propped up on the wine table, her waist and hips were curved in an astonishing way, and the generous and open neckline of her vest dazzled Watson. The four eyes that had been thrown away by the French mature woman were now lying like a dead fish.

"what can I do?"

Watson spread his hands: "Most of the clothes in their dressing room are women's clothes, for the girls who are temporarily invited to dance and sing. The few sets of men's clothes are also prepared for a few uncles in the bar, and I don't want to wear what I am wearing now. Go and be recognized."

Ignoring Luper, Watson turned his attention to Michela beside him.

"You just want a reason to wear a skirt, right?"

Seeing the smile on Watson's lips, Michela couldn't help but want to give this guy who made her uneasy a fight back. So she opened her mouth and stabbed, but as soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.

"It really saddens me to say that."

Watson moved his chair and sat in front of Michela, folding his hands on the wine table. He looked at the girl's face up close: "I specially selected this song."

"Really? So who is Joey?"

"You're Joey."