Crush on "Big" Stars

When it was approaching the end of get off work, the busy Lin Mingwei was flipping through the relevant documents, and after Jian Yiwei sorted out the manuscript of the lyrics, he looked up at him and said, "We're going out tonight."

"Okay, where are you going?" He nodded happily, wanting to cherish all the time he spent with her.

"The bar." Seeing his bewildered look, he couldn't help laughing and said, "You definitely don't know one thing."

"what's up?"

"I've been singing in a bar."

Probably the reason why others are not popular, Lin Mingwei really didn't know about it, couldn't help feeling sad in his heart, so he could only smile and say, "Now I know."

"En." Jian Yiwei nodded, shaking his tired right hand a few times.

Lin Mingwei stood up with a smile on his face, brought the pre-brewed Luo Han Guo tea to him, and introduced, "This is Luo Han Guo tea. Drinking a cup every day is good for your throat."

His eyes lit up, none of the previous managers was as thoughtful as him, so he took the Luo Han Guo tea with a smile and said politely, "Thank you."

"It doesn't matter, this is my job as an assistant." Lin Mingwei looked satisfied, and seeing him drink it down, he felt happy in his heart.

After having dinner together, the two of them came to a bar called Deep Cold—a place you'll fall in love with once you've been there.

Walking into the bar, you can first smell a fragrance mixed with tobacco and alcohol. Although it can't be said to smell very good, it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable. If you continue to walk in, the lights are not very dazzling, nor do you feel uncomfortable. The strong light is dazzling, the sound is not as noisy as expected, the style design here is more like a gathering place for young people, near the bar, the bartender is busy making drinks for customers, and the waiters are busy.Most of the people who come here are young people. They sit, stand, and walk in various postures, whisper to each other, and tell their own things in a low voice. Compared with the outside world, the hidden small world here seems to have just started. Start your day with it.

"Hi, Yiwei," a not-too-tall bartender—Chen Lenan, who looked very gentle, approached the two of them with a smile, "The handsome guy next to him is..." Before he finished speaking, he was caught stop.

"My agent." Jian Yiwei replied, sitting down at the bar.

"oh oh."

Lin Mingwei suddenly came back to his senses, smiled at him, and slowly sat on the stool in front of the bar.

"What would you like to drink?"

He stared at Jian Yiwei's face, and said unhurriedly: "Milk." He didn't drink because he didn't drink much, and at the same time he was afraid of getting drunk and accidentally exposing his hidden love.

This answer reminded him of the glass of milk he ordered when he first went to the Deep Cold Bar, he smiled knowingly, snapped his fingers, looked at Chen Lenan and said: "A glass of milk, a glass of pre-mixed rum, iced. "

"alright, please wait."

He nodded, then turned his face to look at Lin Mingwei and said, "Deep Cold Bar is more considerate. Some bars don't have milk. After all, people who come to bars are for drinking."

Lin Mingwei nodded and asked, "You're going to sing on stage later, can you drink?"

"Okay, as long as I don't drink too much."

At this time, a man in his 40s with sparse eyebrows and wearing a blue-black shirt—the bar owner Ji Bofei walked towards them with his hands on his hips, one arm resting on the bar counter, with a slightly serious face, and said: "You Here we come, Yiwei."

He turned his face away when he heard the sound, "Here we come, Mr. Ji."

"The female resident singer said she was not feeling well, you have to start singing earlier tonight, please sing a few more songs tonight."

"no problem."

Ji Bofei nodded in satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder, "Then you go over and get ready now." Turning around and walking away, he glanced curiously at Lin Mingwei next to him, without any malice in his eyes.

"Le Nan, help me take care of my manager."

Chen Lenan, who was mixing drinks, readily agreed: "Don't worry, Yiwei."

"I'll go first." Jian Yiwei turned to Lin Mingwei and said.

"Okay, is there anything I can help or deal with?"

"Not yet."

"Oh." He nodded slightly, and couldn't help feeling a little worried in his mind.

"My surname is Chen, and my name is Chen Lenan. What's your name?" Chen Lenan said while putting the milk and rum premixed wine in front of him.

"My name is Lin Mingwei."

"Hello, new friend."

"Hello." He nodded, moved the pre-mixed rum to the empty space next to him, took a sip of milk, and couldn't help being driven by curiosity, he asked, "How long has he been singing in the Deep Cold Bar?"

"Didn't Yiwei tell you?"

He shook his head and replied, "No."

"Oh, he has been singing here for about five years. He was recruited by the record company to practice as a singer just over a month after he came here. After that, he didn't give up and kept coming here to sing."

"Then you have worked in this bar for a long time, right?"

"Well, almost six years have passed since the bar first opened." Seeing him nodding, Chen Lenan continued with a look of interest, "Yiwei doesn't often bring friends over."

"Really?" Lin Mingwei showed a trace of helplessness on his face.

"Well, you know his girlfriend's name is Li Nali, right?"

"know."

"That's where Yiwei confessed his love to her." Chen Lenan's smile was very bright, and it couldn't hide a pure heart, which is really rare.

"Oh, that's right..." He smiled awkwardly, his voice was not mixed with too much joy, and the sorrow on his face was hidden before being discovered.

"Yes!"

"It's quite romantic..." Lin Mingwei smiled bitterly, nodded casually, glanced at Jian Yiwei who was singing on the stage, and asked curiously: "He is already a singer, why is he still singing in the bar?"

"Compared with writing songs and making albums, Yiwei prefers to sing on stage, and the Deep Cold Bar can satisfy his love, because it is a good place to sing. He likes to sing for others, saying that it is a kind of satisfaction and satisfaction. Enjoy. It's a pity that the sales of successive music albums are not satisfactory at all, which is probably why YCS Entertainment put him aside."

He listened carefully, stared blankly at the milk on the bar, and began to think in his mind. In fact, he knew a thing or two on the Internet, but there were too few news about him.

"What's wrong with you? You seem unhappy." Chen Lenan smiled.

"I'm fine." He tried his best to take back the thoughts that drifted elsewhere.

"Oh, I'm going to the private room, you sit alone for a while."

"Okay." Lin Mingwei agreed and turned his face away. It was the first time he heard Jian Yiwei sing live, he looked at Jian Yiwei's face, listening to the song with great interest, when the last burst of applause in the bar sounded When I was young, it seemed that the excitement belonged to others, and the loneliness belonged to me, but no matter how much I liked him, I could only hide it in my heart, and dare not pick it up, and I couldn't pick it up.

After more than an hour, Jian Yiwei passed the microphone in his hand to another man, walked off the singing stage contentedly, came to the bar with a smile and sat down.

"Sings really well."

Lin Mingwei has been waiting for this compliment for a long time, and now he can finally say it himself.

"Thank you," he asked after enjoying a sip of wine, "Have you heard my song before?"

"Hmm... the first time, but it's really good. I'm about to become your fan." Lin Mingwei didn't tell the truth, but his mobile phone playlist was full of his songs.

"Really? I didn't expect you to be perfunctory."

"Of course it is true, there is absolutely no perfunctory."

"Okay," Jian Yiwei shrugged with a smile, resting his chin with one hand, and said, "I'd rather choose to believe, in this case, I'll feel happy."

"Yeah." He nodded his head, his interlaced eyes didn't stop at all, how much he wanted to say to him: Please, like me, okay?

The moonlight was hazy outside the window, and the pure white curtains were silent.

After returning home, Lin Mingwei walked slowly to the easel, looked at the unfinished painting - "Sea of ​​Sadness", and couldn't help laughing...