Blossoms and Boiled Rain [Time Traveling]

"The guests at table three will reward the lead singer with a bottle of Hennessy." An emotionless voice came from the microphone.

The waiter brought a bottle of wine to Zhang Qingfan.

"I'm sorry, in order to give the best singing voice to today's guests, I can't drink alcohol." Zhang Qingfan politely declined.

"Damn you are a singer! What a shameful air!" The guest appreciating the wine yelled.

"Brother, just bear with it... After the next song, you can go down and change to another band."

A bottle of 300 yuan, Zhang Qingfan looked at the three hundred yuan bills stuffed on the bottle, gritted his teeth, and drank it! "I'm a fucking singer! You're right!" Zhang Qingfan picked up the wine bottle and greeted the guest.He raised his neck, and a 500ml bottle of Hennessy was poured down his stomach in one go.

This is already the fifth bottle of wine he drank tonight.Fortunately, I had been able to drink less since I was a child, so I wouldn't just collapse on the stage like this.However, the alcohol in his stomach burned his hoarse voice against his throat, his stomach was a little uncomfortable, and his bladder was also full of alcohol.

"I'm going to put some water..." Zhang Qingfan threw the bass into the hands of his partner, and said, "You guys hold on first."

"Xiaofan, don't hold on to something." Keyboard player and buddy Han Bin lightly patted Zhang Qingfan on the back.

"I never pour a thousand cups, why would I be afraid of these few bottles of wine?" Zhang Qingfan waved his hand.

Zhang Qingfan propped his hands on the wall above the urinal, panting hard, his head was a little dizzy, "The stamina of foreign wine is fucking great!" Zhang Qingfan thumped the wall vigorously, "That's right! I'm a fucking singer Yes! Damn, if it is possible, I really want to go back to my childhood and never want to live this kind of life that is inferior to pigs and dogs!"

"Today, the last song we present to everyone, Hotel California ("Hotel California")!" Zhang Qingchen returned to the song stage and said to the guests below.

The eloquent singing voice sang a little gray. "'Relax,' said the night-man, Weare programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!"

Such gloomy music seemed to sing about Zhang Qingfan's gloomy heart, gloomy world, and gloomy life.As the lyrics sing: "We are born to be tempted, you can end at any time, but you can never leave." He walks on the verge of resisting gray and spirits every day, except for wine, he has no means to please the guests.He wants to end this kind of life, but if he chooses to leave, he has no direction at all.

Back then, Zhang Qingfan graduated No. 1 in the Department of Pop Songs of the Conservatory of Music. He thought he could show off his talents, but he didn't expect to be stuck in such a bar, relying on singing, laughing, and drinking to please the guests and anesthetize himself.What Zhang Qingfan wanted was not such a life.

"Guests at table seven will reward the lead singer with a bottle of Barceló."

Zhang Qingfan held the microphone, "I'm sorry, I'm done singing today. If you like it, I will sing for you at this time tomorrow."

"Damn it, I'm here to play with my money! Don't think you're clean!" the guest shouted.

Zhang Qingfan's footsteps were a little shaky and he got off the singing stage with a smile on his face. "That's right, you're here to play!" Zhang Qingfan stretched out his hand, "I'm here to play with you!"

There was a hint of contemptuous arrogance in the guest's eyes.He took out a few hundred yuan bills and stuffed them into Zhang Qingfan's arms. "If you tell you to drink, drink it quickly! I am spending money to play, not to see you put on airs!"

"What the hell is wrong with me just putting on airs!" Zhang Qingfan pulled out the money from his bosom and threw it back at the guest's face. "Don't think it's great to have a few stinky money, I don't care about it!"

"Xiaofan, you drank too much, let me take you back!" Han Bin stopped Zhang Qingfan.

Han Bin turned around and said to the guest, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xiaofan already drank a little too much tonight. He really can't drink any more!"

"If you drink other people's shit, if you don't drink my own, that's not giving me face!" the guest shouted.

"Who the hell are you? I'll show you face!" Furious, Zhang Qingfan stared wide-eyed and shoved the guest.

The guest was furious and slapped Zhang Qingfan on the face.The two wrestled together in an instant. The guest grabbed Zhang Qingfan's clothes and pushed him vigorously. Zhang Qingfan's back hit the door of the bar with a bang.

"Xiaofan!" Han Bin rushed over.

"Gah~~" An intense and piercing sound of brakes slid past his ears, Zhang Qingfan instantly felt a sharp pain all over his body, and suddenly woke up from the alcohol.

"Damn it!" Zhang Qingfan cursed, and wanted to rush back to clean up the guest just now, but the guest disappeared.

Looking at the bloody mess under his feet made him a little nauseous, "Car accident?" A dump truck stopped not far away.

"What to do, I couldn't stop at all just now! He rushed out by himself..." The driver squatted on the side of the road, holding his head, at a loss.

"Xiaofan!" Han Bin rushed to the photo-like corpse. "Xiaofan, I should really hold you..."

A ray of light flashed, and time seemed to stop.

Han Bin stood up dumbly and looked at Zhang Qingfan.

Zhang Qingfan looked at the familiar but unfamiliar Han Bin in surprise.With a pale face, he looked at Zhang Qingfan, "Xiao... Xiaofan..."

Han Bin's casual denim outfit just now turned into a black suit, with a pair of black sunglasses on his eyes. "Xiaofan, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Qingfan pushed Han Bin, "Why the hell are you pretending to be a man in black at night?" Zhang Qingfan gave him a blank look, "Where was that coward just now? Why didn't you fight?"

"Xiaofan..." Han Bin didn't know what to say to Zhang Qingfan, "I'm sorry..."

"Gou Bin, what's wrong with you!" Zhang Qingfan felt that Han Bin was a little strange.Han Bin just shook his head, tears fell like rain.

Zhang Qingfan had a splitting headache, and his whole body was so painful that he couldn't hold on. "Damn, my whole body hurts, I'm going back." He didn't know why Han Bin was so strange.For some reason, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and it took him a while to realize that it was his own corpse.He never thought that the corpse that looked like a photo just now was himself!

"Me? Dead?" When he realized this, he didn't know whether he should cry, so he just stood there for a long time.

"Fan... I'm sorry, I will bring you back to life, I will!" Han Bin said strange words incoherently.

"I'm the one who fucking died. It's not you!" Zhang Qingfan didn't know why he wanted to scold at this moment.

"I'll bring you back to life!" Han Bin pinched Zhang Qingfan's shoulder vigorously and said.

"You're not the king of hell, the Jade Emperor, you can live as long as you say, and your family opened the hell!" Zhang Qingfan scolded.

Han Bin said: "Trust me, I can really bring you back to life!"

"It's all fucking photos!" Zhang Qingfan scolded, "Did you blow it up by blowing air!"

"I can do it!" Han Bin said, "I can do it!"

Zhang Qingfan felt a little unbelievable. "Who the hell are you? Heavenly King!"

"Actually, I am the envoy of the Nether Division. I am the successor King Yama." Han Bin took off his sunglasses, "Before I succeed, I want to practice in the human world. Xiaofan, if it weren't for you these few years, I really don't know how successful I would be." What's it like?"

Zhang Qingfan curled his lips, "You're fucking kidding me by not making drafts, are you?"

"I didn't lie to you!" Han Bin said, "I can, I remember you once told me that you want to go back to ten years old, right?"

Zhang Qingfan glanced at it and said, "Isn't this fucking nonsense? Who wouldn't want it!"

"In that case, okay!" Han Bin twitched the corner of his mouth, and pushed Zhang Qingfan, "I will see you later..."

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I am revising the article recently, because there are too many BUGs in the front, which makes it impossible to write later, so I will put one written before as a side story.I will change it after I catch up with the progress later, sorry.Silvermoon has been struggling lately.