Like a swallow returning to its nest

After that, Xiao Lai will be a professional evening singer. Apart from the appearance fee, his main income is drinking. The beer delivered to the stage must be at least 200 yuan on the bottom of the bottle.

This is an uncle in his early forties, his exact age is unknown, his hair is white, his stage name is Zhou Bai, Zhou Huajian and Wu Bai are a fusion.

He is very powerful. He can spin three bottles of beer at most at the same time. After one song, he puts down the microphone, bites off the bottle cap with his back molars, pushes the tip of his tongue, and the bottle cap flies out. The elder brother pays respects, whistles and starts spinning, and finishes spinning in three seconds. a bottle.

It was very enjoyable to watch at first, but gradually you could feel his inability to do what he wanted. Seeing more and more beer bottles piled up on the stage, he was struggling several times, and he was relieved and sad.Of course I am happy to be able to make money, but this money is really not easy to earn.

Drinking alcohol hurts the body, but this is not within the consideration of the guests, they only care about being happy, and besides, isn't he earning this money?

The more he got to the back, the more excited he was, and the more he wanted to see where his bottom line was, the more money he got.

The beer was frothy, bottle caps were being bounced all over the stage, and Zhou Bai's white rolls drooped listlessly on his forehead. He bent over and knelt down, picking up banknotes one by one and stuffing them into his trouser pocket.

This movement should be as slow as possible. Although the money earned, the appearance should not be too worldly. On the contrary, it should be as if you look down on these stinky money, and add a little pitifulness.

I also took this opportunity to open my mouth and pant for a few breaths, to buy myself a moment of rest, stand up slowly with my hands on the ground, say a few witty words in an awkward Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, and then spin.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he is showing pity, such as his gray hair and the few steps he staggered after getting up.

This battle was too frightening, the beer was almost poured directly into his stomach, he couldn't see the movement of swallowing at all, his lips were drawn into a pale circle, three beers were stuffed into the circle, and the three small whirlwinds made his stomach visible to the naked eye. Visible bulging.

The money came quickly, but it was almost desperate, Xiao Feng said when passing by with the machine on his shoulder, "It's not easy."

It's not easy, it's easy for anyone in this world to live.

When the white spotlight above the head was on, there was a table of guests who were still refusing to leave. They couldn't leave unless they left, and the waiter couldn't leave. Xiao Lai and Fang Jian sat next door and waited, and Zhou Bai was also there.

Zhou Bai's misery was not all due to acting. After stepping off the stage, he vomited in the dark. Xiao Lai sneaked out and bought him a box of yogurt. Hearing that today was his birthday, he decided to treat him to dinner after get off work.

Zhou Bai curled up on the sofa and took a nap. After a while, Xiao Feng also came, his chin nodded, "I'm not leaving yet."

Xiao Lai raised his thumb and poked it behind him. Xiao Feng and Fang Jian looked at it at the same time. The man's palm was hidden in the neckline of the peach pink low-cut skirt, which was comfortably ironed by the woman's body temperature. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it. The lower knuckles squirmed irregularly, like a big meat worm in an apple core.

The woman was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in her right hand, her eyes were cloudy and dull, and she was indifferent to the eyes cast from all around.

Xiao Feng quickly staggered his gaze, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and waited with them.This incident is not uncommon in night shows, but they are all hidden in private rooms, and this is the first time Fang Jian sees them.

The woman's face hidden under the heavy makeup is not youthful, she lazily raised her eyelids, met those young eyes with little experience, and saw through her biggest trouble in this life, the trouble until death is why parents always force themselves to do things they don't like .

In essence, being forced by her parents to do things she doesn't like and what she has experienced at this time can be summed up as "helpless", which is nothing to do.

Every woman here with a number plate hanging on her waist has helplessness that cannot be spoken to others, so none of them looked down on anyone. The woman raised her face and sprayed blue smoke. Fang Jian smiled apologetically, turned her head and sat down.

"Brother Wang, let's go, there's no show—"

The woman coaxed and took a group of guests away, and when the seat was vacant, Xiao Feng helped them clean it together. This was just a small episode that happened tonight. The story was only in the eye contact, which was so short that it could be ignored, but The secret pity and kindness between people are real.

Let everyone who has no choice but to fall into the abyss see hope, see, this world is not really hopeless.

If given a choice, who wouldn't want to be the moon in the sky reflected in the mud puddles.

It had just rained outside, and the street lamps sprinkled a lot of gold on the ground. The wind carried the unique smell of tide and mud on a rainy night, mixed with the cool rain on the cheeks.

Passing by a convenience store, Xiao Lai went in and bought a box of Orion, and raised his hand to Zhou Bai who was waiting under the eaves, "Can I use this as your birthday cake?"

Zhou Bai clasped his hands together, "Thank you, Xiao Lai."

"What's this?" Xiao Lai asked Fang Jian again, "What do you want to eat?"

Before Fang Jian could speak, Xiao Feng rushed to say, "I want to eat roasted hot dogs." Not to be outdone, Fang Jian said, "I want to eat too!" After a pause, he added, "Two!"

Xiao Feng said, "I have two too!"

Xiao Lai sighed, bought two for each of them, and bought one for himself and Zhou Bai.

"Be careful of choking to death." Fang Jian said to the convenience store shelf.

"Be careful not to get fat." Xiao Feng said to the white counter of the convenience store.

Fang Jian hugged Xiao Lai's arm, "I'm not fat, my family Xiao Lai said, let me eat more and grow more meat."

Xiao Lai asked, "Who belongs to your family?"

Fang Jian repeated: "Xiao Lai's family."

Xiao Lai said, "There is no such person in my family."

Xiao Feng held up two grilled sausages and ran into the rain laughing loudly.

Walking in the drizzle at two o'clock in the morning with their necks hunched, talking aimlessly, they were extremely happy. They walked down a street, turned a corner, and went to the night market to order four bowls of chicken shredded bean curd noodles.

Zhou Bai's hair is not dyed, it's really that white, his actual age is 35, he suffers from alcoholic fatty liver, diabetes and gastric ulcer, all of which are caused by his singing and drinking.

He himself is quite optimistic. While drinking the yogurt that Xiao Lai bought for him in the background, he said: "It's all a chronic disease, and I won't die for a while, and I will take care of it later."

He has a very subtle temperament, Zhou Huajian's simplicity, warmth and Wubai's sense of vicissitudes. He is a 35-year-old man from the Northeast, and he speaks with a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent.

"It's all human design. I've been there for many years. My name is Zhou Bai. It's a beautiful coincidence. I listen to their songs more, and I'm just good at imitating them."

"I've been out of the house for many years, and I can't even speak my hometown dialect. I'm laughing at you." Zhou Bai took a bite of Holly Friends Pie and greeted everyone, "Seven, let's have seven little cakes together."

Zhou Bai looked at least 20 years older than his actual age. In front of him, everyone was a child. The children talked less today. Zhou Bai talked a lot. He ate small cakes and talked slowly.

"I haven't celebrated my birthday in many years. When you handed me yogurt, I suddenly wanted to tell you that today is my birthday. I used to have a sister who wore two long braids like yours, and then passed away. ..."

Xiao Lai held his face in both hands and watched him eat, his eyes were familiar to Fang Jian, a kind of approachable compassion.She helps where she can, a candy, a request, a bottle of yogurt, a promise...

Before that, what Fang Jian couldn't figure out was: How could Jiang Xiaolai be so good, so good that he was so good that he almost had no shortcomings.Ugly dancing and occasional petty temper did not weaken her divinity at all. How could Fang Jian be so lucky to walk into her life and get her love?

I get it now.

"You are not partial at all, and no one is partial." Fang Jian tore open the packaging bag forcefully, and bit down viciously, "Holiyou even bought cakes."

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