The perfect game for personalities

It was late at night, and the underground bar also ushered in the hottest moment of the day.

The walls here are not thick. Jiang Fei squatted in the lounge to do his homework, and he could still hear the screams and cheers penetrating through the walls. The noisy electronic music was replaced by human voice singing, but it was still too noisy. Ming.

He tried to calm down, finished today's homework, put away his schoolbag and sat on the sofa, waiting for Xiang Zimo to come to him.

There were many staff members walking back and forth in the corridor outside, but no one stopped in this room, leaving him an extraordinarily quiet space.

He heard the sound of the band performing, and the lead singer roared and sang the most popular hit songs at the moment, but the voice was not as good as Xiang Zimo's.

Xiang Zimo's voice is so nice, why doesn't he sing?

No, or don't want to?

Jiang Fei remembered the guitar case he was carrying, and listened carefully, trying to hear the accompanying guitar sound from the messy sound.

He listened intently, and after a while, he suddenly realized that the door of the room opened quietly, and a woman in a cheongsam was leaning against the door frame, looking at him with interest.

Jiang Fei stood up abruptly, looked at her vigilantly, hugged her schoolbag tightly and said nothing.

The woman of Yujie Faner held a cigarette between her fingers, curled smoke rings from her lipsticked lips, her wavy hair hung down to her waist, her cheongsam opened to her thighs, and she was wearing black stockings.

Jiang Fei only took one look at her and immediately took it back, looking at the door next to her nervously, her face was flushed, as if she was shy.

The woman smiled, walked in, and closed the door behind her back.

This action made Jiang Fei take a few steps back warily, then raised his eyes to look at her, and asked hesitantly.

"Sister, do you want to stay in this room? Then I'm going out."

After finishing speaking, he still didn't move, just staring at this strange woman.

The other party chuckled, leaning against the door, looked at him curiously and said.

"Kids, don't be afraid. I'm Zimo's friend and the owner of this bar. I was entrusted by him to take care of you."

"My name is He Xue, you can call me Sister Xue."

Unexpectedly, He Xue was very kind to him, and her voice was gentle and gentle.

Jiang Fei was startled, and called her hesitantly.

"Sister Xue."

It seemed that He Xue had indeed come to help Xiang Zimo look at him, chatting with him casually, and never approached him again.

Jiang Fei's vigilance gradually relaxed, and she sat cautiously at the place farthest from her, holding her schoolbag and answering in a low voice.

The lounge was only a few square meters, and the smoke between He Xue's fingers slowly lingered in the air.

Jiang Fei frowned imperceptibly, endured it for a while, turned her head to cover her mouth, and coughed intermittently due to choking.

Seeing this, He Xue froze for a moment, then put out the cigarette butt on the wall, smiling apologetically.

"You can't smell the smoke, so tell me sooner."

Jiang Fei coughed for a long time before stopping, the redness on her face became heavier, her eyes were a little wet, the corners of her eyes were red like wet rouge, her quiet and handsome face suddenly became a little more ambiguous .

Seeing him staring blankly, He Xue came back to her senses and smiled.

"When that kid smoked silently, did you cough like this?"

Jiang Fei was stunned before replying.

"We're just neighbors."

On the way here, Xiang Zimo also bit the cigarette all the way, but when Jiang Fei was sitting in front of him, the wind was so strong that all the smell of the smoke was blown to the back, so he didn't react much.

However, He Xue's words were meaningful, and she was actually probing the real relationship between him and Xiang Zimo.

But they were neighbors, unfamiliar ones.

Jiang Fei thought for a while and added.

"I have something to do. I have to go home with him, so I followed him here."

Until now, he didn't know how to address Xiang Zimo in front of others, so he had to call him that.

He Xue looked at him thoughtfully, but she didn't quite believe it.

Taking a step back, even if Jiang Fei is only Xiang Zimo's neighbor, Xiang Zimo definitely doesn't just regard him as a neighbor in his heart.

At the very least, he must be in his eyes, so that he will meddle in other people's business.

For such a long time, He Xue had never seen him have a crush on anyone, so even though he and Jiang Fei expressed that they were not familiar with each other, He Xue couldn't help being moved.

After Xiang Zimo came back this time, he was in a very bad state, depressed and self-defeating.

He is a singer, so of course his voice is the most important thing. He used to not eat meat, oil or spicy food when we ate together, but now he smokes cigarettes every day, and he doesn't even want to sing anymore.

He Xue and him have known each other for many years, so they are naturally very distressed, and now if they find any signs of hope, they can't wait to use Jiang Fei as a life-saving straw.

She stood up, sat forward on the outermost side of the sofa, then raised her legs, crossed her arms, stared at Jiang Fei, and suddenly started talking about Xiang Zimo.

"Do you know what Zimo does?"

Jiang Fei hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly.

"Playing the guitar?"

"Playing the guitar is one of his hobbies, but he actually sings."

Xiang Zimo and He Xue are local residents living in this small town and high school classmates.

After graduating from high school, He Xue and her boyfriend opened this bar, while Xiang Zimo gave up the chance to go to college because of his poor family, and devoted himself to pursuing his dream of music.

He has a naturally good voice, is highly sensitive to music, and knows several musical instruments, so He Xue always thought that he would become a singer sooner or later.

It's just that this small city is not developed, and Xiang Zimo's economy is in distress, and he has been living on his own for a long time, so he finally saved enough money a few years ago to set off for Beijing.

He Xue still remembers that they had barbecue together the night before he left.

Xiang Zimo smiled happily, and said in high spirits that he would definitely come to this underground bar to sing again in the future when he became a singer.

Because when he was poor many times, it was He Xue who gave him the part-time job of singing at night, which not only allowed him to earn money, but also slowly accumulated some popularity.

He was very grateful to He Xue.

So the current resident band members don't know that Xiang Zimo is more familiar with this place than them.

A few years passed, Xiang Zimo never came back, but occasionally contacted He Xue.

He Xue guessed that his life was not easy, because his high-spirited, optimistic, and confident voice became lower and lower, becoming reluctant, disappointed, and irritable.

"Sister Xue, this is not the place I want to come."

In the last phone call, Xiang Zimo said this sentence.

Two days later, she saw the dusty Xiang Zimo at the door of the bar.

The other party grew taller and thinner, and He Xue almost mistook him for a homeless man on the side of the road due to his slovenly appearance.

What made her even more unbelievable was that Xiang Zimo was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and he was puffing on it fiercely, and it didn't matter what happened to his good voice, which he cherished so much at the beginning.

As if the dream was shattered, Xiang Zimo's life turned gray, his will was depressed, and he was in a daze all day long.

No matter how much He Xue persuaded him, he couldn't be persuaded, and finally persuaded him to temporarily join the resident band in the bar as a guitarist, and wrote original works for the band, so he finally regained some vitality.

But this is not enough.

He Xue knew that he couldn't save him, and he couldn't save himself. He could only wait for a person who might never appear to become Xiang Zimo's light and drag him out of the quagmire again.

Although the high school student in front of him is completely different from what He Xue imagined, it is still hopeful.

She sighed, leaning forward slightly, with a pleading gesture, and her tone became serious.

"Little friend, even if you are a neighbor, try to persuade him when you can. I believe he will be famous one day, but he can't destroy himself before that."

Voice, hope, enthusiasm, faith, everything that Xiang Zimo once had is losing little by little.

And in the end, when he has nothing left, he may be reduced to an empty shell that has lost its soul.

The woman who met for the first time was so confiding, it can be seen that she really wanted to help Xiang Zimo, and it could also be seen that Xiang Zimo's current situation is indeed very difficult.

Jiang Fei finished listening in silence, and hesitated for a moment.

"But I can't guarantee that it will be useful, I'm just his neighbor..."

Before the words fell, the door was pushed open.

Xiang Zimo, who finished the performance and was about to leave, saw their seats far apart, glanced at Jiang Fei, then looked at He Xue, and took the initiative to say hello.

"Sister Xue, I'm leaving."

He Xue stood up and said with a smile.

"Okay, be careful on the road, come tomorrow night at the old time?"

Hearing this, Xiang Zimer paused, and his tone became cold.

"not coming."

He Xue froze for a moment, frowned, and after thinking about it, her voice lowered a little, and she asked helplessly.

"Can't you get along with the band?"

"kindness."

Xiang Zimo was originally engaged in independent music, and later came into contact with several bands, but he found that he was not suitable for tempering tacit understanding with others.

This time I was really not interested, and He Xue agreed to fill in the guitarist position of the resident band only after He Xue talked about it.

But his age is a few years older than these members, his temperament is dull, he can't get in normally, his aura is not in harmony, and because of what happened to Jiang Fei tonight, after the performance with barely any problems, he went back to the house and went back to the house. They were provoked by one or two words about sticks and sticks.

Xiang Zimo didn't bother arguing with them, so he withdrew directly.

He Xue was keenly aware of the undisguised disgust overflowing from his expression, and thought about the band members again.

She personally interviewed and screened every staff member stationed in the basement bar. Naturally, she also remembered the sexual orientation of one of the band members. Take it to heart.

But judging from Xiang Zimo's expression and his rare behavior of calling himself, it may be that Jiang Fei was involved, and Xiang Zimo showed such vivid emotions, and even decisively chose to quit.

He Xue was surprised by this, but secretly affirmed the difference between Jiang Fei and Xiang Zimo.

She looked at Xiang Zimo's plain expression and sighed.

"Zimo, what are you going to do next?"

"What else can I do, live one day at a time."

Xiang Zimo's answer was lifeless, and his voice was very flat, like a walking dead.

He Xue's heart tightened, and her brows frowned even tighter.

She quickly glanced at Jiang Fei who had been knowingly keeping silent, turned her body slightly, looked at Xiang Zimo face to face, and whispered sincerely.

"Why don't you come back and sing, your place will always be reserved in the bar, and if you sing well, new audiences will definitely like you."

Xiang Zimo twitched the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to force a self-deprecating smile, but he was stingy with even this little effort.

He shook his head and said lightly.

"Sister Xue, don't worry about me anymore."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Jiang Fei and shouted.

"Little neighbor, it's time to go."

Without giving He Xue any time to persuade, he turned around and walked out, and Jiang Fei also hurriedly carried her schoolbag and trotted out.

He Xue looked at their backs hesitantly, and frowned worriedly.

When they went back, Xiang Zimo was still carrying the guitar case, and Jiang Fei was sitting in the front seat, her slender body seemed to be hugged by him.

The dark blue motorcycle pulled up next to the bar, and the band members who had just stepped out of the bar saw it before starting the engine.

The person who coveted Jiang Fei's eyes widened, and suddenly understood, Yang Gao's voice was very clear.

"Xiang Zimo, didn't you just say that he is your man? You have to say he is a friend, and if he is a friend, you still hold him in your mother's arms? Who are you fooling?"

After finishing speaking, he deliberately whistled loudly at Jiang Fei, and said with a smile.

"Hey, little brother, come and play with me next time, my brother invites you to drink."

Obviously, they still don't believe Xiang Zimo's previous words, after all, their posture is indeed too ambiguous.

The people gathered in twos and threes beside the bar entrance also looked over, most of their eyes were on Jiang Fei, the malicious, ambiguous, and nasty ones were all hidden in the neon lights of the dark night.

Jiang Fei originally lowered his head, but upon hearing the words, he couldn't help raising his head, and glanced over there hesitantly.

As soon as he lifted it up, Xiang Zimo pressed his head with his palm, and with a sense of hostility, he pressed his head down forcefully, while the cold warning sound wrapped in the cold wind of the night entered his ears.

"If you look around again, get out of the car."

Jiang Fei's back trembled, and she hugged her schoolbag tightly.

Xiang Zimo ignored the booing band members, stepped on the motorcycle expressionlessly, and left the bar door amidst the roar of the engine.