REMIX

The content of my part-time job at He Fatty's is relatively simple, serving tea, delivering wine, cleaning, and the most basic waiter's work; the working hours are not long, the business is light during the day, and the bustling night is occasionally used as a venue to undertake a few performances and activities, or book the venue for some party people, so the workload is heavy and concentrated, and I don’t even have time to drink saliva when I get busy. Usually, I go home around ten o’clock at night, and I will be so hungry that I will eat convenience stores on the way. Bought discounted rice balls.

Generally speaking, I don't dislike the environment and atmosphere here, and even have a little secret yearning.

After my observation these days, Fatty He is very popular. There are many regular customers in the bar, and some repeat customers have become acquainted with him after coming and going.In my opinion, the prices on the menu are scary, and these people can afford it, so I have such a high salary.I can't help but wonder what kind of work the customers usually do, so that they have a lot of time and money to spend on entertainment, sitting down and drinking a glass of wine while others are busy.

On the first day I went to work, I got to know the staff there, a bartender, two bartenders, and a waitress who just filled.In terms of age and seniority, I am the youngest, so I have to be called brother or sister. It sounds like a smooth-tongued brat trying to be courteous. At first, I couldn't call it so smoothly, after all, I only called that person that way.

At the staff gathering that night, Fatty He put his arms around my shoulders, and reminded those people not to lure minors to drink, not only because excessive alcohol is not conducive to the growth and development of teenagers, but also because this place is special, and it will be very troublesome to get drunk .

I said there are still people who will take advantage of the opportunity to steal sex?Just like me?

Fatty He didn't take this as a joke, he said in a stern tone that didn't fit his image as a comedian, of course.It is necessary to be defensive... I have seen some scum like you, who usually look at people in suits and leather shoes like dogs, and feel disgusted behind their backs.Remember, there are all kinds of woods when the bird is big.

I said, oh.wait, what?

In fact, I have considered all of these things he raised.Bars are mixed with people from all social classes, and drunken occasions tend to give people a corrupt impression, as if the people who come here are all "improper" people.When Xia Jie heard that I had found a job in a bar, he became furious on the spot, making me wonder if I had been lured into some illegal place, and was about to engage in some shady special profession.

She even went to the pub with me once and was relieved to find that it was just a normal English pub (just drinking, as opposed to American pubs which tend to be more clubbing).I could see that she was blaming herself, it was just the two of us and we couldn't count on another source of income, so I would and must share it with her.

Fatty He was also there at the time, greeted Xia Jie politely, and said that the neighbors in the neighborhood (my house is three fucking streets away from this place) will definitely take care of him. Happy to have me work here, half-truths and such.Finally, when my mother left, Fatty He followed her back from afar, and said after a long while, your mother is so beautiful.

I stabbed him in the stomach, and said angrily, what do you want!That's my adoptive mother!How do you talk!

Hearing this, Fatty He quickly corrected his disrespectful tone, and said in a cadence, Comrade Xia Xi, your mother is really a charming lady.

I said you are too wretched, Fatty He, you are the most wretched person I have ever seen in my life.

He explained to me that he has someone he likes, his girlfriend who has already broken up. He once wanted to write ten songs for her, because the girl's birthday is October [-]th, but the ninth song has not been finished yet. , The pure love between the two of them, which had defeated material, distance, and youthful frivolity, could no longer last, and turned into the lonely pile of musical instruments he had left unused in the corner of the bar.

I think I understand but I shouldn't say it outright, a person has the right to dream, just like I also have an unrealistic fantasy that one day I can stand on this deserted stage and talk to the people in the audience and the world my ideal.

I asked Fatty He, can you still sing?

He lowered his eyes and looked at the pile of musical instruments, like a lover who had passed away, and said, who knows.

What is the result of something that even he himself is not sure about.

I know that late at night on weekdays, Fatty He would sit alone under the only lamp that did not go out, playing the guitar, humming a tune that had long been unfamiliar, and singing two old songs. His best singing was rock and folk .His singing voice is different from his usual speaking, there is a kind of sadness and tenderness rendered by the notes - I don't want to use words like tenderness to describe this fat man, after all, he detained me because I was half an hour late salary, but he is really amazing, I am willing to praise him from the bottom of my heart, the more I cannot accept the fact that he chose to give up.

I said do you know about rap, do you know about the gangsters and ruffians on the west coast, I want to be a rapper, because I'm a shit kid, because I have no money, because I'm not in the same world with those people, so I'm not qualified what?

I don't believe it, I just want to try it.

I said, why, you teach me to sing.