singer and bar owner

There is a real chain of contempt in the music circle, those who play classical look down on those who play jazz, those who play jazz look down on those who play rock, those who play rock look down on those who play pop, and those who play pop look down on those who play rap.Human beings are like this, the lonely individual longs to be in a group, and the individual in the group expresses their individuality.

So some people belittle other groups, which makes them appear more advanced and aloof.But in fact, he is more downcast and lonely than others, because he needs to attack others to seek self-identity.

"I said, folk songs, can you sing? If you can't sing, go to my bar and help out with odd jobs."

The man looked at him leisurely, with some amusement in his eyes.

His hands were a little itchy, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out the lighter and was about to light it, when he suddenly thought that there was an extra person in the room, he hesitated, waved the cigarette in his hand and asked, "Do you mind? "

Gas Lamp was still immersed in the shock that his last words brought to him, before he could react, he was dragged back by the man's words.

He glanced at the unlit cigarette butt, nodded silently, "mind."

In the end, in order to prevent him from feeling impolite, he added guiltily: "I'm allergic, and if I inhale too much dust, I'll have trouble breathing."

The man gave him a fixed look, as if trying to tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie, and after a while, he scolded coldly: "Fuck."

Seeing him swearing, Gas Lamp felt chilled, and felt that he was going to be kicked out.

However, the man pinched his cigarette, sat on the sofa and glanced at him, a little irritated: "Is it so difficult to imagine? To sing or not to sing?"

When Gas Lamp heard him bring this up again, his heart ached. Hu Lan never told him that this man is a folk song ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After a while, he said cautiously: "Rock can also be divided into hardcore, punk, metal rock and light rock, you see..."

The man walked up to him step by step, cornered him, looked at him from top to bottom, "Why don't you be the boss?"

Gas Lamp was struggling, abruptly startled by his aura.

He moved his eyes from side to side but didn't look at the man, "That... this... um... that..."

The man seemed to be tired of waiting, pinched his chin and turned his small face, making him look directly at himself: "Don't you think it's impolite to talk to others without looking at them?"

Gas Lamp nodded timidly, and then poked his muscular chest muscles: "It's quite rude, I pay attention, pay attention... But that, can you stay away from me, it's gay."

The man sneered, his tone seemed to be dismissive, but also seemed to want him to take a good look at himself in the mirror, which made Gas Lamp's face blush.

The man let go of his hand and glanced at him lazily: "I see that you talk so much, it happens that my shop lacks a waiter..."

"No!"

"I can also sing folk songs!" His voice was louder than anyone else's, but his tone was more embarrassing than anyone else, as if folk songs were something unacceptable.

The man stared at the expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Don't discriminate against anything you don't understand."

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"No, no, no, I didn't mean to discriminate against you."

The man rummaged through the refrigerator without looking back:

"I'm talking about the ballad. Doubt is the beginning of resistance. Resistance is the beginning of discrimination. You've started to resist the ballad."

Wow, that sounds like a lot, Gaslight was startled.

"I found it." The man laughed, took out a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, and shook it at him.

"What's your name?"

"Gaslight."

The man found two glasses and slowly opened the cork of the wine bottle, "I said the original name."

"what?"

"The one on the ID card."

"Ah, that..." Gas Lamp touched his nose and said, "Xu Dengdeng."

The man raised his head and praised: "A very good name." Then he paused, "Then, Mr. Xu..."

Gas Lamp hurriedly waved his hands, "Don't, don't, don't call me that, just call me Dengdeng, everyone calls it that."

The man laughed, and his voice sank into people's ears, as charming as if it had added a vibration effect.He raised his wine glass and motioned to him, "Then Deng Deng, welcome to Xiping, I am Yan Xian."

……

Get out of Yan Xian's house, walk across a road to the bustling area opposite, and walk for about 10 minutes to Yan Xian's bar.

A video image of a person was played repeatedly on the large screen outside a Construction Bank building passing by, with a few large characters that were eye-catching and ostentatious.

"Happy birthday Yu Fan, we will accompany you in the future."

Xu Dengdeng caught up with Yan Xian, trying to strike up a conversation with him, he pointed to the person on the big screen and asked him: "Wow, that person is very popular now, and my favorite yogurt has also found him as the spokesperson. Is it all made for him by his fans?"

Yan Xian stopped in his tracks and looked back at him: "Stuntling, do you like this?"

Xu Dengdeng didn't know what to say, "Glamorous? It's okay... This is the same as a male classmate placing candles under the girls' building. The fans and him are touched by each other. We are like outsiders watching the non-painful excitement. It doesn't matter if you applaud it. It's not what you said, don't discriminate against anything you don't understand."

Yan Xian frowned, and then let go again.

Shili Street, Haichang District, Xiping City is brightly lit at night, which is a famous bar street in Xiping.

A river separates this bar street into two opposite ends, and a hook bridge communicates in the middle.The people who are in love standing on the Suogou Bridge lean against the unique scenery of Shili Street, flirting, laughing and cursing, and couples in various ways.

Looking down through the shackle bridge, the painted red boat with dim yellow lights is rowing from one end to the other. People sitting on the boat stretch their heads over the top of the boat, and they can see the galaxy full of stars in the distance.

But Xu Dengdeng came here during the day, so so far, he knows nothing about the nightlife here.

He followed Yan Xian along this street for about 2 minutes, and finally stopped in front of a bar called "Xianhe".

When the door was pushed open, a series of crisp wind chimes sounded. Most of the stores are decorated with wood, and a small and fresh atmosphere blows in. There are also a few abstract oil paintings by unknown painters on the wall. Xu Deng just stepped in and took a look. All around, they retreated.

Oh my god, this style of painting is really refreshing ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

At this time, he heard a voice from the bar. A girl in waiter clothes opened a pair of sleepy eyes, yawned and said lazily, "Welcome."

Just as Xu Deng wanted to take a step back, he raised his head and glanced at the source of the sound when he heard the sound.

Yan Xian who was beside him said, "Jasmine, you came early today."

There was a girl at the bar counter, she was fair and clean, she raised her head when she heard the sound, and then her eyes gradually lit up, "Boss!" She looked outside the door, it was still afternoon, "Why are you here at this time, it's not usually at night come on."

Yan Xian turned sideways, revealing Xu Dengdeng who was following him: "I'll bring him here to get acquainted."

"Who is this…"

Yan Xian didn't look back, "Your new helper."

Xu Dengdeng was lowering his head to pick his short nails, when he heard the sound, he suddenly raised his head, and all the golden curly hair was brought back.

Yan Xian took off his overcoat and put it on the back of the chair, looked back at Xu Dengdeng, "I won't make things difficult for you, since you don't want to sing folk songs, then help me attract guests here first."

He patted Xu Dengdeng's shoulder, and brushed his fingers over his slightly long golden curly hair: "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly."

Xu Dengdeng thought he heard it wrong, and he looked at Yan Xian in disbelief.

Instead of singing and soliciting customers?Does this person think he is the number one brothel?

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