your taste [OAO]

Lin Nan looked at Du Yiting without hiding anything.

But even without a distance of two meters, even without dim lights, it was difficult for Du Yiting to understand the emotions contained in those eyes.

Du Yiting has seen many audiences who are crazier than Lin Nan, and has seen many more fiery eyes than him.

Du Yiting has been applauded by the crowd, and he has also experienced the desertedness of playing hard but only being reduced to the background board. Lin Nan's performance is nothing special in his eyes.

If there is any difference, it may be that Lin Nan's gaze is more focused and sustained than the average audience, and more stable and calm than the people who are drinking, like a silent but firm support.

Du Yiting held the pick in his hand and looked sideways at Lin Nan: "Do you know what song that was just now?"

"I don't know," Lin Nan smiled, shook his head slightly, and admitted, "It's a song I haven't heard before."

"Really?" Du Yiting said, "This song is quite popular."

"Really." Lin Nan tried to recall the lyrics just now, but couldn't remember.

""White Moonlight and Cinnabar Mole"," Du Yiting said the title of the song, "Have you heard it?"

"No." Lin Nan still shook his head, "But it sounds good."

It was a tender night, and when the music stopped, even the conversations seemed soft and quiet.

After Lin Nan said he hadn't heard it, Du Yiting took out his mobile phone and began to pick the next song to sing.

After a while, he put the phone on the music stand in front and readjusted the position of the capo.

He played a few notes, and after confirming that the pitch was correct, he began to play a new piece. During the prelude, he raised his head and asked, "Have you heard of "A Moment?"

"No." Lin Nan still shook his head.

"Okay." Du Yiting silently turned around and began to sing.

When the song reached its climax, Lin Nan was sure that he really didn't know anything about the song.

When I listened to the second song, I didn't have the surprise of the first song. It wasn't that Du Yiting's singing voice wasn't attractive anymore, it was because Lin Nan didn't like the melody of the second song that much.

But at the end of the second song, Lin Nan gave the applause as soon as the guitar stopped.

After Du Yiting heard the movement, he quickly pulled away from the song, showing a shallow smile: "Does it sound good?"

Du Yiting's small smile seemed to have a shyness that didn't belong to him, neither shy nor complacent. Lin Nan thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that he should be described as "simple". smile.

Lin Nan replied without hesitation: "It sounds good."

At least the voice is very nice.

Then Du Yiting sang a few more songs, and Lin Nan clapped for him tirelessly after each song.

Du Yiting would ask after every song: "Does it sound good?"

Lin Nan never wanted to snatch Du Yiting's lines, and every time he waited for him to finish asking, he gave a sincere answer: "It sounds good."

Du Yiting was still obsessed with asking Lin Nan if he had heard this song.

However, Lin Nan still hasn't heard the answer every time.

It is a pity.

It wasn't that Lin Nan was deliberately joking with Du Yiting, it was true that it happened to be on the wrong track. After five or six songs, Lin Nanyi had never heard the song sung by Du Yiting.

There is a list of songs for the bar on the table.

When the little brother played and sang on it, the song list was just a decoration. Lin Nan was obsessed with chatting with Du Yiting, and was not very interested in the little brother's singing.

After Du Yiting went up to sing, Lin Nan began to flip through the watch.

Two pages of A4 paper, laminated and circled with iron rings.

Songs are arranged in the table one by one, and there are a large number of them, including pop, folk, rock and other categories, as well as some nostalgic classics.

Lin Nan has heard one third of the songs.

Why isn't one of the songs sung by Du Yiting included?

After a few songs, Lin Nan couldn't help but feel a little bored.

Du Yiting said he was going to sing, and he couldn't come back after singing. Lin Nan was left alone to drink and drink by himself, feeling like he was left alone.

After that, what Lin Nan said was "nice to hear" and "never heard of it".

Repeatedly, nothing new.

No one drinks with him, no one chats with him, no one even sits in this corner with him.

Everyone nestled in their own little place.

The proprietress was playing with her mobile phone from the beginning to the end, and the waitress was playing with her mobile phone at another table.

There were no other guests in the bar, only three staff members who were obsessed with mobile phones and didn't lift their heads very much. They seemed to be immune to music.

No matter whether Du Yiting's friends were singing on stage or Du Yiting was singing, the proprietress and waitress didn't respond. Lin Nan couldn't find a trace of love for music from them, and even guessed that the bar was Du Yiting's friend Said to open, his parents support it.

After Du Yiting's friends came down, they were not very keen on Du Yiting's performance, but occasionally when Lin Nan applauded, he also applauded to express his support.

Under the same roof, no one can resonate with the other.

Lin Nan tried to focus most of his attention on Du Yiting's performance, but couldn't help being a little distracted.

He looked at the surrounding environment, but couldn't find anything more interesting.

Du Yiting felt like he was singing high, and the singing voice infused with emotion was particularly attractive.

But Lin Nan suffered from insomnia last night and had another day of class, which happened to be when he was distracted.

On weekdays, he can enter a meditative state listening to pure music, and he can listen to his favorite songs for an hour without distraction.

At least he could hum along with the songs he knew, but the songs Du Yiting sang became more and more unfamiliar, no matter how nice they were, Lin Nan just couldn't get any more excited.

Lin Nan tried not to touch the phone, and only occasionally sent a few words to Yu Tingwang, expressing that he was still safe.

However, Yu Tingwang's reply was also extremely slow, probably because he was addicted to the game again.

He has been watching Du Yiting sing, from sitting upright to lying on the table.

Every time Du Yiting looked over, Lin Nan smiled at him.

Every time Du Yiting finished playing and singing, Lin Nan would applaud him.

Like a reactive machine that sets the mood.

Only once, Lin Nan listened to Du Yiting's singing and was a little dazed. A few seconds after the end of the song, Lin Nan didn't make any movement.

Du Yiting looked over again, raised his eyebrows and asked him with a smile: "Where's the applause?"

Returning to his senses, Lin Nan laughed and sat up straight to make up for the forgotten applause.

His applause was the same as his long gaze, gentle and not enthusiastic, like shimmering stars hanging in the sky.

""Displaced Time and Space", "Du Yiting said the name of the song he played and sang just now.

"Have you heard of it?" Du Yiting asked.

"No." Lin Nan replied, even finding it a little funny.

It seems that I have touched some blind spot of knowledge, and I haven't heard a single song.

Lin Nan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because I don't listen to folk songs very much. I know some, but I still don't know much."

Lin Nan wanted to say that he had started listening to rock recently, and found that he didn't know half of the rock playlist.

"I like folk songs very much." Du Yiting put down the guitar and flexed his wrist.

Lin Nan thought that Du Yiting was coming back to take a rest, but Du Yiting immediately picked up the guitar again: "Do you have any songs you want to hear?"

In terms of folk songs, Lin Nan doesn't have any songs that he particularly wants to hear.

Moreover, the music Lin Nan has always listened to is somewhat niche, and the songs he thinks of now are not easy to say.

The song he listened to most recently is "Like". The most frequently played song is either "The Only" or "The Lover Misses". Whichever song is said is like a confession, it is easy to be misunderstood.

But it was difficult for him to think of other songs for a while.

"Sing a song you like." Lin Nan said.

"Do I like it?" Du Yiting replied slowly.

"Yeah." Lin Nan nodded affirmatively.

Du Yiting hugged the guitar and rubbed it for a while, then changed the position of the capo again.

"Then "Anyang Anyang"," Du Yiting said, "Have you heard this song?"

"Maybe?" Lin Nan's tone was full of uncertainty. His intuition was that he had never heard of it, but he didn't want to give such a decisive negative answer.

What if?

The sound of the guitar gradually sounded, like the footsteps of a lone traveler shuttling through the city at night, Lin Nan liked the prelude of this song.

Du Yiting raised his head slightly, closed his eyes half-closed, and occasionally shook his head gently according to his emotions, as if he was completely intoxicated in the music.

His chest rises and falls due to the resonance of his voice, and his fingers jump out like musical notes jumping out of the six-line staff. His voice, his movements, and his mood are all particularly intoxicating at this moment.

Those singing voices that were up or down hovered in Lin Nan's ears.

It sounds good.

The palms met, and the applause was firmer and more attentive than before.

But Lin Nan could only answer in the end: "I haven't heard of it."

Lin Nan felt that he had been saying this sentence all night, and he couldn't help laughing as soon as he finished speaking.

At this moment, Du Yiting seemed to be in line with Lin Nan, and he also lowered his head and laughed: "For the last time, don't ask."

"It's okay, you can keep asking." Lin Nan said with a smile, "Maybe I'll hear one of them."

Du Yiting raised his eyebrows and smiled, expressing his disbelief with his expression.

"Are you still singing?" Lin Nan asked.

Du Yiting actually wanted to sing, but: "It's only two or three minutes until eleven o'clock, so I won't sing."

"Why?" Lin Nan asked.

"There are quite a lot of hotels in the pedestrian street, and the speakers cannot be used after eleven o'clock." Du Yiting explained.

After singing for more than an hour, Du Yiting never left the stage, and now he finally got off the high stool.

He removed the wires plugged into the guitar, put things away, and put the guitar back in the bag neatly and carefully.

The melon seeds and peanuts on the table are still full, and there is only half a pot of wine left.

Lin Nan drank green plum wine like water, and didn't go up for a long time.

After Du Yiting sat down, he finished his full cup of wine.

In fact, the cup is only five centimeters high.

Lin Nan looked at him, propped his chin with one hand, and poured wine for Du Yiting again with the other hand.

"Come?" Du Yiting raised his glass to him.

Lin Nan rolled his eyes, held the wine glass with three fingers and toasted him.