singer and bar owner

It's almost November, and the weather in Xiping is getting colder and colder. When the small north wind blows at night, there are people stamping their feet and wrapping their clothes in a hurry on the street corners.

Xu Dengdeng started his days of soliciting customers at the door of "Xianhe" again, and at the door of the "Fangyuan" bar next door, the soliciting person turned into a beautiful young girl.The little girl had a very sweet smile. She was wearing cute waiter clothes, with big breasts and hips, and a pink cat ear hairpin on her head. The girlfriend called back to God with her pointed nails.

Jasmine went out to look at the girl who attracted people's attention, and cursed, "Fuck, Fangyuan is fine, I've come up with such superb tricks, come on, we can't ask them to compete. The sexy ones can’t come, so come show them cuteness.”

Xu Dengdeng looked at her, "What do you mean? Am I not sexy?"

Jasmine looked at his thin and thin body with a look of disgust, "Don't think about it, you will never have anything to do with sex in this life."

Xu Dengdeng waved his hand, took off half of his coat, revealing the orange sweater he was wearing underneath, shrugged his shoulders, blinked his eyes, and winked at her, "This guest..."

Jasmine didn't look at her, goosebumps almost came out all over her body, "Stop being coquettish, you'll scare away all the guests in a while."

Xu Dengdeng pulled up his clothes, touched his nose, and glanced at the door of Fangyuan, "Then what should I do, this is not my strong point, compared to other people's sexy sister, I only have a bellyful and nowhere to put it." Talented."

"What kind of talent, tell me and listen?"

A familiar voice came from behind, Xu Dengdeng froze, and turned his head to see that it was Yan Xian who had been standing behind them for an unknown amount of time.

Yan Xian copied it in his pocket, moved his eyes away from the entrance of Fangyuan Bar, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's not yet eleven o'clock, Fangyuan's business is very good today." His eyes turned to Xu Dengdeng , "Dengdeng, why don't you talk?"

Xu Dengdeng plucked up his courage and said, "If you let me sing on stage, I'm definitely no worse than Mingyu and Chu Chuan."

Yan Xian paused, and asked him, "You really want to go?"

Xu Dengdeng nodded.

Yan Xian looked at him for two seconds, then let go, "Okay, what musical instrument do you usually like to play?"

Xu Dengdeng seemed to see the dawn of victory, with a happy expression on his face, "Electric guitar."

"What else is there besides this?"

Xu Dengdeng rubbed his head, "I'm not very proficient at the piano, but I can play the erhu pretty well, since I was in elementary school."

Yan Xian: "What pulls well?"

"Erhu." Xu Dengdeng thought he didn't hear clearly, so he said it again.

Yan Xian stared at him for a long time and asked, "What's the level of Erhu?"

"My grandfather taught it. When I was young, my parents threw me at my grandparents. My grandfather liked to play the erhu. When I was young, I pestered him to teach me every day, so he bought me one. Later, my parents found out and said to develop a hobby. Not bad, and then forced me to play the erhu every day, saying that other children can do it and I can’t lose. It came in handy." Xu Dengdeng looked at him, "I learned Erhu in Tongyin."

Yan Xian paused, "Okay, I happen to have one here, so you can play the erhu at the door."

Xu Dengdeng felt terrified at this moment, "Why do you have an erhu here?"

Yan Xian ignored him, went upstairs and took out a gray erhuqin case from the backlog of groceries, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and wiped off a layer of dust on it, and sighed imperceptibly.

When Yan Xian really came out with an erhu, Xu Dengdeng was still asking, "Why do you have an erhu here? It's incredible."

Yan Xian glanced at him and said, "You have gone from playing erhu to singing rock and roll, why can't I play erhu now?"

Xu Dengdeng felt something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't think of anything to refute for a while, so he was confused by him.

Yan Xian said, "Tune the volume and see if it works."

Fortunately, it was placed in the piano case, otherwise the python skin on it would be dry and unusable.

Xu Dengdeng sat at the door with a disgusted expression on his face. First, he put rosin on the bow, and then started to tune it, which took a lot of effort.I don’t know how long it’s been since I haven’t used this erhu. He tuned it up and tried it out, feeling very astringent. “Whose erhu is this? How long has it been useless.”

While disgusted, he casually played a small tune, which was rough and hoarse at first, very unpleasant.But maybe it was too ugly, which attracted a lot of people's attention.Many of the group of people around the sexy sister at Fangyuan's gate were attracted by him, waved their hands and walked towards the crane.

The sound of the erhu is very sad. Some people say that the sound of the erhu is bitter, but Xu Dengdeng doesn't think so.He touched the familiar body of the piano under his hand, and a pleasant little tune overflowed from under his hand.

He looked up at Yan Xian, "You have to change this bow, it won't work anymore."

A string of syllables poured out from his fingertips, Xu Dengdeng put away his playful smile, and his complexion became serious.

A circle of people gradually surrounded him, and a few passers-by uncles also stood in a circle to take pictures of him.

"Yo, this kid can play the erhu."

"Which store is this?"

Seeing this, Jasmine quickly opened her mouth and said, "Come in for a glass of wine and listen to a song? The singers here sing very nicely."

The effect was good, and a few people really pushed the door and went in.

Yan Xian looked down at Xu Dengdeng's wrist. Even with such a slender wrist, the tone of Xu Ji was just right, with clear layers.

is a master.

Pulling out Jiangnan ditties with one hand, against the not so bright lights, it looks extraordinarily elegant and quiet.

"Okay!" There was a burst of applause from around, and a slightly older person approached him and asked him, "The lad is so young and can play so well."

Xu Dengdeng grinned, patted his head, put down his bow and smiled silly, "Hahahaha from primary school."

Yan Xian hugged his chest in the dark, and also laughed: ""Sunan Xiaoqu" is well played."

Xu Dengdeng didn't expect that he could really hear what he was pulling, so he couldn't help admiring: "It seems that Brother Yan is also an expert." Xu Dengdeng smiled slyly, and climbed up the pole, " Brother Yan said so, I play the electric guitar better, why don't you let me..."

Yan Xian interrupted him, "Play a few songs here first, and I'll think about it later."

After he finished speaking, he turned and opened the door and entered the house.

The light in Xu Dengdeng's eyes dimmed, he pouted, and made a face behind him.He readjusted the angle and exhaled, then pulled up again.

When I was a child learning Erhu, I had to practice it every day, repeating it over and over again. In order not to make mistakes, I had to practice an ordinary etude many times a day. During this period, my fingers were injured, and I also dropped the piano when I was angry. , but later picked it up and continued to practice.It was so difficult at that time, playing a slightly more cheerful and simpler song was a pleasure in bitterness, but now playing it is easy and familiar, recalling those difficult days before, it was only a blink of an eye.

One song after another, more and more applause around, and before I knew it, there was already a circle of people.

Xu Dengdeng seldom performed on the street with the erhu. Since he formed the band, he has been with Hulan and the others, holding his electric guitar and never letting go. It is strange to see this situation now. An uncle in a thick jacket sneaked up to him.

"Hey, I think you're pretty good at playing the erhu, the resident of the crane?"

He looked sneaky, Xu Dengdeng frowned, "It doesn't count, I'm just a handyman, the boss doesn't want me to come on stage."

The man was very happy when he heard that, "Well, how about you sing? There is also a bar in my place, just across the street. Would you like to go?"

He pointed to the bar on the other side of the river, and Xu Dengdeng squinted his eyes, "Huanchen?"

The uncle stomped his feet wrapped in a jacket, exhaled a stream of white air, "Yes, that's the one, this is my business card."

He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to him, "The salary is only a little bit more, you should think about it, and contact me if you are interested."

Xu Dengdeng was stunned, the uncle squeezed his eyes, and before Xu Dengdeng could react, he patted him on the shoulder and left.

"Hey..." Xu Dengdeng was about to stop him and return his business card when he heard someone talking behind him, "What's wrong?"

It was Yan Xian's voice.

He looked at the uncle who was walking away, sighed, and quietly stuffed the business card into his pocket, "It's nothing."

The business card was wet and limp in his hands. After get off work, he stretched his waist, rubbed his shoulders, and yawned. He felt tired, and his eyelids kept drooping.

A car "beep, beep" was honking its horn behind him, until Yan Xian grabbed his wrist and dragged him behind him, and he woke up suddenly.

"You're so sleepy, how can you close your eyes while walking?"

Xu Dengdeng hehehe patted his head, "Thank you, I didn't notice this."

Yan Xian glanced at him, let go of his wrist, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and said, "Follow me." Then he turned his head and continued walking.

Xu Dengdeng also woke up when he got home. Taking advantage of Yan Xian's high spirits, he couldn't hold back anymore and asked Yan Xian, "Brother Yan, can I really not sing in your shop?"

Yan Xian intentionally teased him, raised his eyebrows and said: "I said, let me think about it, why, are you tired of soliciting?"