I may have had a fake childhood

In "Night", land debt is indeed a selling point, you can even throw money directly in his face to make him stand and sing at the door of your box, but you can't pay ten times the price to lure him to bed , not talking about being noble, but that the activity is not good for the voice, maybe Lu Qian won't be able to sing after crying.

This kind of money can be earned for five or six years, but Lu Qiang wants to live his whole life relying on his voice.

This reason was announced by Zhou Qiang to the outside world, and it sounded very strange, but many people actually believed it.

After all, that good voice is really rare, if Lu Qiang still counts on it for a living in the future, he should really protect it.

There were also people who made a fuss, and even paid a huge sum of money to tell him that he would pay for his daily life in the future. Lu Qiao just bowed down to apologize respectfully, but never did it, which offended a lot of people people.

It's just that Lu Qiang did bring more traffic to the bar by virtue of this abnormal style of painting, and the manager also protected it openly and secretly. As time passed, no one mentioned this matter anymore.

It is simply that Lu Qiang is like this to everyone, and everyone can have a balance in their hearts. After all, if Lu Qiang looks at money but not people, or people but not money, and accepts the favor of one of them, I am afraid that the rest of them Neither are easy to get along with.

Afterwards, the matter of enclosing and raising land debts was gradually not mentioned in the circle of rich people. It is like a public good, everyone can order it, but no one can take it for themselves.

If you feel lustful looking at that tender little face, take out a wad of money and ask him to sing at the door, smash the door to live quickly, turn on the light and hear the same sound, hug your waist when you leave after the work It is Lu Qiang who treats his buttocks as if he is in his arms, and this matter is over.

In fact, the wages owed by Lu in the bar are not low. He has created a new business for the bar. Not only are people often tipping him, but the bar also gives him a commission.

But the art school is a place that burns money, especially Lu Qiang often uses the tips others give him to hire all kinds of teachers. He wants to open a small restaurant. What he pursues is not just singing in bars Level, after enduring varying degrees of stares from other people, he doesn't have much money on him.

"Brother Qiang, I'll go up first." The lights changed suddenly, and three young boys on the stage with soft waists like springs were sweating profusely holding the steel pipe, bowing to the audience with shy smiles, and the deafening applause ended The time has come for Jupiter to take the stage.

As a genuine nerd, Jupiter would definitely be unable to withstand the naked eyes of so many people, his legs would go limp just standing up, and his voice would tremble, not to mention he couldn't sing.

The first time I entered this world, I was originally dismissed on the pretext of having a cold. Who knew that a big client just came that day. Zhou Qiang saw that although his complexion was a little pale, but the freshness of his voice was not affected, he grabbed the makeup artist on his face. Many people put some blush on the stage directly.

Juxing's lips were trembling in fright, but this body had his own instincts. When he walked to the middle of the stage and stood still with his legs swinging, he suddenly became less nervous when he saw the people in the audience. It's like someone bowed his head, and when he stood up and opened his mouth, instead of words but smooth songs, Jupiter knew that everything was still under control, and everything that followed would be logical.

The gorgeous singing voice was released down his throat, and he didn't even know what he was singing about some of the words he spit out, but every time he saw the amazing eyes from the audience, he knew that his singing should be pretty good.

Although it feels a bit awkward to stick out under the spotlight, but at any rate, I am used to it. Seeing so many people look at me with envy or jealousy, I always feel like standing by and watching other people's lives, which is quite interesting .

Sometimes a song is too long or someone pays for another song. After standing for a long time and getting bored, he will observe the audience with empty eyes, and carefully examine the various clothes of the audience. Dress up and even various behaviors to try to figure out their true inner thoughts to pass the time.

For example, sometimes watching the princesses enjoy the expression on their faces being touched, Jupiter will find that their brows are always tight, their noses are slightly wrinkled as if they are holding their breath, but their mouths are wide open to outline a brilliant smile. smile.

Or a big-breasted woman in a fiery red tight-fitting slit skirt is holding a colorful cocktail in her hand and looking at everything around her in a daze. In fact, her two legs hidden in the darkness have already shaken like a sieve. Look carefully. Looking at the face under the heavy makeup, it seems that he is not very old, and he probably cannot survive life.

Watching all kinds of people meditating during this period of time made him think through a lot of things.

Now Lu Qiang's reputation is gradually growing. In order to protect his voice, he only plays one game a day, but occasionally because he is oppressed by money and power to make some extra money, those under his staff spend money to let him sing a song at the door. He didn't listen very carefully, but Lu Qiao still sang seriously, as if standing in a practice room and looking at a mirror, his facial expressions were very precise and thoughtful, and there was almost nothing else at other times.

During this period of time, Lu Qiang was either reading idle books such as singing skills, or pondering the method taught by the teacher on how to easily produce a voice, or sleeping.

Their work, which is similar to inverting black and white, does a lot of damage to the voice, so as long as conditions permit, Lu Qiang pays special attention to health preservation. This is also an important reason why he is usually unwilling to speak. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to you, he just Don't speak up when you have to.

Life is quite regular, and Jupiter has almost gotten used to this process within a few days, and has not made any major mistakes.

This will step forward, stand expressionlessly under the spotlight amidst the enthusiastic applause of the audience, hold the microphone and open your mouth to sing.

Looking at the various expressions of the people below, today's mind is in chaos.

It has not been a short time since I came here. I always felt that even if I did not take the initiative, someone would come to find me, but until now I have not even seen a shadow. I threw myself into this virtual world to fend for myself.

After thinking about it some time ago, my heart is still in a mess, and I have no idea how to get out. Jupiter had to force himself to calm down for two or three days, and today he simply started from scratch.

No matter how you look at this world, it doesn't look like a fairy tale world. Let's not talk about the background, let's just say that now he doesn't understand which of the characters in the fairy tale world are bar staff.

There seemed to be a world with this kind of background change before, Jupiter pursed his lips and took a breath.

By the way, last time I entered the world as a puppet, so I was easily brought into Pinocchio's world under the introduction of the system. This time I must judge from my own characteristics.

Lu Qian's traits?

After thinking about it, this face and voice are the only ones that can be obtained. The characters in each world of the face are almost the same. As for the instinct of singing, Ju Xing frowned, but the singing that flowed out of his mouth continued. Suddenly Fu Ling's heart came, his eyes lit up, and the only fairy tale about singing that he had read was the story of Nightingale.

I read that story a long time ago, but it still left a deep impression on me. At this time, I can remember the general idea without looking it up.

The general story is that there was a king in ancient times. He especially liked a nightingale that was caught deep in the forest and gave him a beautiful song. It was locked in a cage to prevent it from escaping, and also to let the nightingale sing to itself alone.

It’s just that Nightingale is a bird after all, and even a human being yearns for freedom. The king’s hegemony was resisted by Nightingale, and in exchange for more severe suppression, but the relationship between one person and one bird gradually froze to the extreme. If the king was not still addicted to its singing, the nightingale would have died long ago.

After the ministers learned of this incident, someone with a heart specially made an artificial nightingale that could sing by mechanism control instead of the real nightingale.

The voice of the fake nightingale was always clear and clear, and she was obedient, and would not make the king unhappy. Over time, the king forgot about the nightingale, and one day after the real nightingale sneaked out of the palace, she learned that the king was seriously ill. According to the news, Nian went back to visit him for the sake of getting along with him before, but for some reason, the two of them settled down.

The fake nightingale was broken long ago, and the king missed the song very much, so the real nightingale sang a song for him regardless of the past, and finally the king defeated the god of death and regained his health.

It seems that this story is correct, the specific plot is indeed developed like this, Jupiter wrinkled his nose, it seems to be so.

This meeting can be regarded as roughly on the right track, and the drums are drumming in my heart. Could it be the story of the king and the nightingale this time.

Thinking of this, he muttered even more, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like it. It was true that the bar was called night, and he could sing, but where did the king come from in the real world? Could it be a metaphor for someone with relatively powerful power?

This will suddenly make it difficult, and I don't know if the story is accurate or not. Even if it is this story, it's just that this person is not easy to find.

Just say that since entering this world, I have contacted hundreds if not thousands of people, and even took on a lot of jobs singing at the door of the box. Although there are a few who can control their own lives, there are also some, but it seems that they have never met a person who is suspected of being that person who will be locked in a cage and only let him sing to him alone.

After all, isn't it the state where you can go to bed and play accompaniment as long as you give money?

Just thinking wildly like this, the time for the two songs passed quickly. Hearing the deafening grand applause from the audience, Jupiter was still unsmiling. I really can't make up my expression.

He bent down and bowed to thank everyone for their support. When he turned around and was about to leave the stage, a sharp gaze suddenly fell on him.

The foot that was retreating stumbled, almost fell directly on the stage with two feet fighting, resisting the throbbing that suddenly surged up in my heart, quietly opened my eyelids and raised my eyes to look back along the sensed line of sight.

The lights above are bright, but the light below is obviously dark. Jupiter can only see a rough outline. A man in a suit of an unclear color sits in the middle of a group of people and raises his hands and claps carelessly. Under the dim light, he can even see I don't know his face, but I can vaguely feel that although his movements are careless, the sight cast on him is extremely lethal.

From the corner of the eye, I saw that the girls behind me who were about to go on stage were ready. At this moment, I looked at myself suspiciously, and then looked at the audience, and quickly looked back, still with a stern face, and retreated according to the original plan. It was already too late. For a minute or two, the man's gaze was too aggressive, and for a moment his head turned white and his mind went blank, completely forgetting where he was.

It seems that the actors are all here, and a good show is about to be staged.

That person appeared, no matter what fairy tale Jupiter is, he doesn't care, as long as the person is there.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Ju Xing thought, if this thing doesn't appear again, don't let him find out any clues when he has a chance to go back.

After stepping off the stage in a hurry, he took off his makeup and changed his clothes backstage. Jupiter planned to go back early today. He had already asked Zhou Qiang for leave just now. No matter who ordered Jupiter, he could excuse not to pick up customers because he was unwell, and he was indeed unwell.

After all, I did run around for money at noon, and my legs and feet were sore. When I got off the stage, I was stared at by that man for a long time. Even though I was not afraid, my thighs were shaking all the time. Now I just want to quickly find a place where I can lie down and relax my lower body with my feet in the air.

The bar is noisy and noisy. The best place to rest is my small doghouse. Being enslaved by the stepmother and eldest sister in the previous world, Jupiter has the skills to tidy up. One room and one living room are small, but a bit small. But after simple tidying up, it is still comfortable to live.

Unexpectedly, before one foot stepped out of the door of the dressing room, his arm was grabbed by a person who suddenly jumped out from the side, and Ju Xing was taken aback.

The people here are so chaotic, even if everyone knows him and knows his rules, but it is inevitable that some people who are confused will mess up when they see someone who can see it. Come back and run away, there is no one around who can help me, if you can’t refuse, you can only not confront him, as long as the person sobers up after a while, he will forget, even if he remembers, he will not embarrass him, but just as soon as he turned around, he heard Zhou Qiang Anxious voice.

"Lu Qiang, wait a minute, don't rush away, just now a guest asked you to go up to sing, you are ready to prepare." There are still a lot of things waiting for him at the front desk, and this will let go after speaking in a hurry and turn around just go.

The girls on the stage are newcomers who just came in last month. They don’t have any rules. They start to wink without mentioning their revealing clothes. Those who don’t know think that this bar is full-time pimps. When did these things happen? You can get it on the bright side, and the seriousness has begun.

Ju Xing hurriedly called him from behind: "Brother Qiang, didn't you say you have a rest today?"

As if Zhou Qiang was suddenly reminded, he turned around with a dignified expression, and fixed his eyes on him: "Lu Qiang, although I didn't see you just now, do you know who came to say it?"

"Who?" During this period of time, Lu Yu's clients, Jupiter, have been in contact with almost all of them, and there are many rich and powerful people, but there are not many people who can make Zhou Qiang show this expression of fear of avoiding it, and there are only two or three people in the whole city. personal.

"Master Li." Zhou Qiang leaned over and spoke mysteriously.

Young Master Li is the son of the leader of City S. He is unrestrained and righteous. He came here for nothing but to relax and have fun.

But he never looks for anyone here, and he always has a regular companion by his side. There is another difference between them and others, that is, the purpose of Dian Lu Qiang's singing is different.

Others use rich people as substitute voices, but this young master Li is okay, but that companion likes Lu Qian's voice, and every time he comes, he has to sing high notes next to Lu Qian, saying that he can only feel it.

Young Master Li only ordered him a few times, and sometimes he gave him a lot of tips when he was happy when things were over, and a large part of the reason why Lu Qiang was able to stay here safe and sound for so many years was that others gave Young Master Li face .

After all, when the person under him is happy, Young Master Li will feel better, and their life will be easier if Young Master Li is happier.

It's just that Ju Xing's eyebrows twitched at this moment. If he was just accompanying Young Master Li at the door, Zhou Qiang would not have shown such a mysterious look.

"Brother Qiang, you mean..." Ju Xing frowned and felt that things were a bit troublesome, but it was absolutely impossible not to go, no matter who he was, he was not someone he could offend.

I couldn't help but think of the man just now, although I haven't confirmed it yet, but somehow I've decided it's him.

"Okay, whoever he is, you just need to be careful. Young Master Li is not the kind of forceful person, and his friends won't go anywhere." Zhou Qiang sighed, and glanced at Lu with concern. Oh, this kid has been working in this industry for nearly five or six years. Although his face is a bit stunned, his way of dealing with things is sometimes more decent than his old fritters. He can rest assured, and he doesn't need to explain What.

Only this time...

When Zhou Qiang turned around, there was still an indescribable expression on his face. Whether it was a blessing or a disaster, it was a disaster that could not be avoided. Even if today's incident passed, with his means, no matter where he was, Lu Qiang would definitely have to face the last time.

Seeing Zhou Qiang turn his face away hesitantly, Ju Xing knew that the identity of this person might be more difficult than he imagined. The king, the corners of his mouth were flattened indistinctly, it should be that he didn't run away.

It was not obvious at this meeting, but he also looked a little more cautious, and called softly from behind: "I will be careful." He pursed his lips and added, "Brother Qiang, I will not let the bar be difficult. made."

Footsteps paused for a moment, Zhou Qiang turned around and wanted to pull out a smiling face, but the Chinese character face still looked serious, and it was even more dignified under the dim light.

"Don't worry, don't confront them head-on. The identities of those people are left there, and nothing will happen. If something happens, I won't let you go."

It's true. It's not like no one has died for such a long time, but Zhou Qiang has survived it all by himself. It's one thing for him to be skilled, but another for his heart.

"Yeah." Jupiter nodded, and wiped his temples that were just wet from washing his face, "Then I'm going to change clothes now."

At this time, I don't wear costumes, but I can't wear this sportswear either.

There are a few small suits in his closet, which were specially prepared by Lu Qiang for this kind of time and bought by Zhou Qiang. After all, Lu Qiang has never seen the world much, so he doesn't know much about those things.

Zhou Qiang nodded, turned around and was about to leave: "Then just let Xiaohong take you up later."

"Okay." Jupiter agreed.

The author has something to say: Ah, Gong He is about to appear, this time it is a normal person.

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