singer and bar owner

He gathered his messy hair, his fingers passed through the hair, and it was blocked. He combed it with a comb and pulled out several strands of hair. His hands shook, and the broken hairs fell from his fingertips .

Dejected, he slid off the door panel, slumped like a tramp.

Lost love and lost hair.

He is a bald man with no feelings.

His nose was a little sour, and the person who had said not long ago that he would take him to have his hair cut, took advantage of him not paying attention, and "clicked" twice, wanting to cut him off.

There was still the wine bought two days ago in the small refrigerator, he took it out, turned off all the lights, nestled on the sofa, opened a can, gurgling foam came out and dripped on him, he simply took off He took off his shirt and was shirtless.In the dark room, the air was chilly, he couldn't help but sneezed, holding the cup in a daze.

What is Yan Xian doing now?

It's noon, have you already bought some food and are ready to cook?

Still the same as usual, wearing that dark gray apron, busy in the kitchen.

When Yan Xian was cooking, he was always playing the guitar and practicing singing.

Where's the guitar?

He looked around like a headless chicken, and finally picked up the piano case from a pile of tatters in the bedroom. He took out the electric guitar that Yan Xian gave him, and gently stroked the body of the piano.The guitar was not plugged in, and he lightly plucked the strings with his fingers. It was obviously a shallow plucking sound, but it could be heard very clearly in the room.He hummed along with the voice, a sentence after a sentence, intermittently, and tears fell down as he sang.

I am far away from you, doing the things I liked to do when I was with you, but I have changed from two people to one person, how can I be so sad.

"Hey…"

"You really don't want me..."

He glanced at the mobile phone lying quietly on the table, talking to himself alone.

"I'll give you 3 minutes, if you don't call me, I'll be angry."

3 minutes passed by little by little, and the screen of the mobile phone was still not on.

He bit his lip and trembled a little: "I'll give you another 3 minutes..."

3 minutes passed.

Time has never felt so long.

He drank several cans of wine, stared at the ceiling absently, and felt more and more that Yan Xian was a jerk.

Zheng Wei received a call here, it was from Xu Dengdeng.Xu Dengdeng never took the initiative to call her, this is... considered?

She pressed the answer button and raised a smile: "Mr. Xu."

Xu Dengdeng's tongue was sticking out, and his cheeks were blushing, "Zheng...Miss Zheng, right?"

Zheng Wei was taken aback for a moment, "Yes."

Xu Dengdeng hiccupped, muttering in his mouth that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Zheng Wei had no choice but to ask patiently: "Mr. Xu, what are you talking about? Have you been drinking?"

Xu Dengdeng waved his hand, "No... hiccup... drank a lot, a little bit, a little bit..."

A little bit?Does this look like a little bit?Zheng Wei sighed helplessly, and asked again: "Then Mr. Xu has considered signing with our company?"

"I...I regret it..." Xu Dengdeng paused for a long time and said, his voice was a little low.

"Regret what?" Zheng Wei felt that he was a little inexplicable, and there was a trace of ominous premonition in his heart.

"I regret accepting your business card."

"If I don't answer, will it be different...Why do people always have to choose?"

Seeing that the style of the painting was wrong, Zheng Wei hurriedly got back to the topic, "Mr. Xu, you haven't read the contract yet, so why are you regretting it? Otherwise, let's make an appointment to meet each other. I think you haven't been to the Crane Bar for a while. , how about we make an appointment at..."

"No need," Xu Dengdeng closed his eyes, "Don't call me again, I've thought about it, your company is not suitable for me."

His series of operations made Zheng Wei dumbfounded.

She stared at the hung up phone in a daze, and after a while she realized that she called Fang Yuan, "Boss Fang, Xu Dengdeng...rejected me."

Fang Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Such a good condition, is he a fool who doesn't even want to offer it?"

"Forget it," he sighed, "If you don't sign it, you don't sign it. You go and call the producer and tell us that we don't have any extra money."

He hung up the phone, checked the time, and was about to go downstairs to have a meal. A tall and thin young man walked from the door, wearing a mask and tightly wrapped from head to toe. He was taken aback when he saw Fang Yuan, Then nodded to him, "Mr. Fang."

Fang Yuan laughed, "Going back to the company?"

Yu Fan nodded, with tired eyes, "Well, talk to the teacher about the new album."

Fangyuan looked at his resemblance to someone's face, paused, patted him on the shoulder, and raised a smile, "Okay, let's go in and rest for a while, look at your pale face, you were photographed and said that the company squeezed you."

Yu Fan squeezed out a smile, "Okay."

"By the way, call me back when you're free." He put his lips close to his ear and said ambiguously.

Yu Fan froze for a moment, "Okay."

Fang Yuan patted him on the shoulder and strode out of the hall. Behind him, Yu Fan clenched his hands into fists and then slowly released them, showing a somewhat lonely smile.

Forget it, why are you angry? He asked for it.

He strode forward, but the face of that person in the past flashed in his mind.

Yan Xian...

Yan Xian...

He closed his eyes, said his name silently, and took a deep breath.

Recently, I always dream about his face. The closer I get to Xiping, the more frequent. In the past two years, he has released many songs, and he has become the person he wanted to be at an unimaginable speed, but there is no moment of happiness. , can stand up to the time when he sang and Yan Xian accompanied him.

That's how people are, capricious and greedy.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile.

Here Xu Dengdeng was paralyzed on the bed. After waking up, he had a severe headache. After drinking a few glasses of ice water, he remembered what stupid thing he had done.

"I rejected Kaiyue..." he said with dull eyes.

"I actually rejected Kaiyue...I'm a fool..."

"It's over..." Xu Dengdeng went to the bed, feeling that his future was dark, and the bright future was far away.

He rubbed his headache head, sat on the bed for a long time in a daze.

Even though Zheng Wei said that it is best not to contact the other party if he is broken in love, he still couldn't hold back, he turned on his phone and wanted to send Yan Xian a WeChat message, he opened the chat page, hesitating over and over again not knowing what to send.

Finally, after holding back for a long time, I typed a word and sent it.

"Hey…"

After he pressed send, he quickly threw the phone away, pouted his buttocks, and buried his head in the quilt, not daring to see what Yan Xian replied.

There is no news for a long time.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he picked it up and took a look.

Failed to send? !

He couldn't believe it, so he typed a few more words and sent it.

Still failed to send.

Yan Xian actually deleted him!

This... bastard!

He insulted him ten thousand times, and the tongue of anger came out.

"Okay... cruel enough." With trembling hands, he gritted his teeth and called him back. It took a long time for someone to answer.

"Hello..." Yan Xian's voice hit his heart dully.

Xu Dengdeng's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the mobile phone began to sweat. He forgot what he had said in an instant when he was full of questions, and his mind went blank.

He wanted to ask many things, what did he eat today, how is the business in the bar, is Jasmine cured?

Did you miss him.

But he held back his questions, and couldn't say a word.

"Why don't you speak?"

"What's left here, do you want me to send it to you?"

His tone was calm and unwavering, as if he was speaking to a stranger, as if he didn't matter.

Xu Dengdeng was still a little excited just now and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. His hands and feet were cold, and he paused for a long time before he could hold back his voice from crying.

"Did I ever tell you that you're really annoying."

He sat on the bed, his eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently.He clutched his chest, feeling that it was excruciatingly painful, as if every time he jumped, the contents inside would be torn apart.

What to do, he seems to have really dropped something in his place.