I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

Lemon yellow, the bottom is a gradient of sea blue, the color match is very beautiful, and a few slices of lime are inserted in the mouth of the cup for decoration.

To be honest, this glass of wine is quite good in terms of presentation.

I took a few sips, and it was a little tongue-numbing, but the taste was not strong, and it was as gentle as its appearance.The taste is refreshing and the fruity aroma is pleasant. I think he should have put a little salt in it, which has a salty aftertaste.

"Not bad." I appreciated.

Lao Chuan took a few sips and praised: "It's not bad."

He stared at the wine in the glass for a long time, pointed to the wine glass and asked the boss: "What is this red thing? The color is quite beautiful."

The boss asked without answering, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Lao Chui said, "I like red."

"Yeah." The boss nodded, looked at Lao Chui and said, "I know you like red, so I added some other things to your wine, but I don't know if you have tasted it."

Lao Chui gave the boss a strange look, and asked, "What is it?"

The boss didn't answer, but stood beside him with folded arms and asked him, "What do you think this wine tastes like?"

Lao Chui thought for a while and replied: "It's sour, salty, and a little bit bitter."

"Hmm." The boss said, "The red layer is sour and bitter. Guess what is bitter."

Lao Chui was a little uneasy at this time, "Why are you telling me so much? Just tell me what you added to my wine."

The boss raised his eyebrows, squinted at Lao Chui, and suddenly smiled.

"A woman's period."

As soon as these words came out, Lao Chui and I were shocked.

Lao Fei's face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. Of course, after hearing this, it was not much different from eating shit.

He looked at the boss in shock, his voice trembling at the end, whether he wanted to cry or not, "What you said is true?"

The boss didn't answer, only half-smile.

Lao Chui immediately bent down and began to scratch his throat, retching while scratching, and there was a bit of crying in the sound of vomiting.

My face was also a little ugly, staring at the wine glass, panicking in my heart.

Although he said that he only added something to the old blowing wine, I still don't feel relieved.

I was so scared, if he accidentally took the wrong glass, wouldn't it be me who drank it?

Thinking of this, my face turned ugly again.

Looking at Lao Chui who bent over and kept retching, I also wanted to vomit.

The boss may have seen the worry in my heart, patted me on the shoulder, and comforted me: "Don't worry, there is nothing in your wine that makes me uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he laughed lightly a few more times, looked at the retching old blow, and jokingly said, "I lied to you."

I don't believe it, but I still keep vomiting.

The boss looked at it for a while, then turned and left.

Lao Chui vomited for about ten minutes, but nothing came out.

Finally, he gave up.

I handed him a few tissues, and he took it resentfully.

We were quiet with each other for a while, the folk singer on the bar had been singing for a long time, but his voice was still so nice.

He sang someone's song, he sang—

are you listening to a song who sings

Can you understand his loneliness

are you listening to a song who sings

do you know his character

Autumn wind farewell has always been Ling Se

Meeting in winter is never you and me

If you are not good at love, you don't care about the consequences

The life I want the most, but I'm at a loss

what kind of person are you

What kind of city do you want to go from north to south?

The Buddha said that he turned around five hundred times in his previous life

Why you and I are still destined

are you listening to a song who sings

It sings about your loss

are you listening to a song who sings

Don't give me back the hug after listening

I turned around and asked Lao Chui, "Do you know what this song is called?"

Lao Chuan listened for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, but the tavern will be closed in ten minutes, so you can ask Ye Chen yourself."

"Ye Chen?"

Lao Chui turned his head towards the stage, "That's the one singing on stage, his name is Ye Chen, and he lives up here." He pointed upstairs with his finger, "We all live upstairs."

After that, he asked me as if thinking of something, "Friend, you just came here, did you find a place to live?"

I shook my head and told him, "I came here as soon as I got off the plane, and I will go to see if there are any hotels nearby later."

"No need, friend!" Lao Chuan righteously waved his hand, "Live here! Live with me! You play on the floor."

"..."

I looked at him speechlessly, "You are really not polite at all."

"There is no way." He spread his hands, "There are only three rooms upstairs, one for Ye Chen and one for me, and the old fox's room will definitely not be given to you."

After a pause, he said again, "And the room is not big, you just need to make a floor bedding, and Ye Chen has extra quilts."

I was delighted to hear this, "You don't even have an extra quilt, yet you still want to take me in. I'm so touched my friend!"

"Don't be polite, don't be polite." He quickly waved his hand, "Twenty a night."

"..." I took a deep look at him, "It should."

Lao Chui stood up, opened his arms, and shouted to me in the tone of Xinjiang people selling mutton skewers on the street: "Come on, come on, this friend from the south! Please let me take you to put your luggage away first, and then come with me." You explain our northern customs~"

As Lao Chui said, the attic on the second floor is really not big. There are three rooms in total. His room is on the far left, about [-] square meters. There is basically no space for a bed and a cabinet.

I pulled the suitcase and stood at the door, observing the room, but didn't go in.I just think I'll make a floor shop for a while, I'm afraid I don't have a place to put my suitcase.

So I thought in my heart, or go out and find a hotel to live in, so I don't have to worry about it, after all, saving money is not so easy.

Lao Chui saw my hesitation, and asked me, "My friend, what's wrong?"

I glanced at him and told him honestly, "I can't live here brother, I can barely make a bed in your place, and there is no place to put the boxes."

Lao Chui didn't take it seriously, "Of course I thought of such a simple thing! You put the box with Ye Chen, and it's over, isn't it?"

"..."

I was dumbfounded, and asked again, "Will he agree?"

"Yes, yes." Lao Chuan waved his hand, "A box doesn't take up much space, so why don't you agree with it?"

Lao Chui took the box from me and put it behind the door, then he dragged me and started to walk downstairs again, saying as he walked, "When he finished singing, we'll go to his side to get the quilt, and then put the Send your box to him for safekeeping. Now, let's go downstairs to drink and listen to music."

He pushed me and pushed me from the second floor to the first floor when I was in a daze.

Coincidentally, it pushed me into Ye Chen who was about to call it a day and go upstairs.

Come on, what kind of song do you still listen to? No one else sings it anymore.

I apologized to Ye Chen, but Lao Chui didn't realize it at all, and didn't have the slightest awareness to apologize to others.

Lao Chui looked at Ye Chen and asked doubtfully, "Stop singing?"

"Ang." Ye Chen nodded, "It's already one o'clock, and all the guests have been driven away."

"Oh." Lao Chuan frowned and sighed: "He is really stingy. He always closes the door so early at night and opens it early in the morning. There are not many guests. He has a sick mind."

Ye Chen smiled, "Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health."

Lao Chui pointed at me and said: "Come from afar, my friend from the south, you will live with us in the future, let me introduce you."

After a pause, he seemed to think of something again, and turned to me and asked, "Oh, by the way, friend, what's your name?"

When Ye Chen heard this, he looked at Lao Chui as if he was insane, his eyes were full of wonder.

I introduced myself calmly, "Hello, my friends, my name is Nanbei."

Ye Chen smiled at me, slightly shy, "Hi, my name is Ye Chen."

After everyone introduced themselves, they all returned to the main line of the story.

Ye Chen took me to his room to pick up quilts. His room was slightly bigger than Lao Chui’s room. It was about [-] square meters, with two guitars and a simple workbench filled with various There is also a computer on the paper, which is much more colorful than the old blowing room.

I took the quilt from Ye Chen's room, spread it in the old room, took a shower, and officially began to live in Harbin - this small tavern called 'Bianzhou'.

This stay lasted for more than two months.

During this period, many things happened, which are very interesting, and I will tell you bit by bit.

Maybe it will be a bit boring, but please listen to me patiently. After all, there are many emotions, and it is too pale to describe them in words.

Only when you experience the story and mood of the storyteller patiently and quietly, can you feel the indescribable profound emotion.

48. The call is quite nice.

What kind of person is Lao Chui?

Let me think about it.

In fact, Lao Chui is not old at all, he can even be called young.He is about the same age as Ye Chen, he is only 20 years old.

Why do you call him an old blower?Mainly, it's his name, I really can't pronounce it.

Lao Chui's personality is similar to Reet's, but much worse.

Old Blow is casual, enthusiastic, kind-hearted, and humorous, and occasionally reveals the innocence of young people.

Reet is also casual, enthusiastic, kind-hearted, and humorous, but his humor is different from Lao Chuan.

Reet's humor is basically based on bragging, always bragging about this guy, but it doesn't match his name at all, because he doesn't like bragging much.

His humor comes from himself, and some ridiculous things that happen occasionally.And he's a bit of a gossip