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After the meal, the few people happily ended. Wen Muye and Xu Haofeng were responsible for sending Mr. Tian who had a little drink. Huo Mingda arranged for the driver to come and pick him up and Zheng Xiaolong back. Jiang Wenli and Ma Shichun also picked him up with assistants.

Chen Fang and Qin Mohan are preparing to walk back, and you can also take a look at the bar.

The night in Houhai is also not calm. The bars on both sides of the river are lined with colorful neon lights, which complement the lake and weeping willows. In the dark red lights of the bar, there are singers singing softly. People with stories are silent when they hold the wine and are silent, and only use their hearts to perceive the past of life.

Chen Fang and Qin Mohan walked hand in hand, neither fast nor slow. Occasionally, they would stop at the door of a small bar and listen to the singing of the singers performing on the air. They would cheer several times in the exciting areas to show their support.

Tonight's 3. JUNE's stuttering singer is a newcomer. Chen Fang has never seen her before. This singer is about 28 or 29 years old. She is wearing a casual off-white T-shirt with short hair exposed, her brows slightly frown, and her face is slightly thin, making her look very passerby. This person is very different from the underground bands that used to go to bars. Those people often dress up in strange costumes, either with long hair or heavy makeup, which makes people tell at a glance that this is a rock. And he just sat on the high stool in front of the microphone and quietly sang the song "The Wandering Singer's Lover" by Lao Lang.

“…

I hate that I can't give it to my lover's life

I hate the melody of not bringing happiness

I can only give you a small attic

A north-facing window allows you to see the stars

…”

"Fang Yuan, who is this newcomer?" Chen Fang and Qin Mohan sat in their exclusive corner. They drank a little too much tonight. Chen Fang asked for a cup of ice water. Qin Mohan had not recovered from his illness, so Chen Fang asked her for a cup of hot milk tea.

"His name is Zhang Lei. He came here to try the scene the day before yesterday. I feel that his typhoon is good, and he feels like you are the boss. Let him stay and let you see it."

"I sang well, but it was much worse than Chen Fang." Qin Mohan felt that he had never met a bar singer who was better than Chen Fang.

"That's right, boss lady, you're right." Fang Yuan, who was so kind, agreed with him.

Chen Fang did not refute the praises of the two, but just smiled. He was still a little confident about his own strength. After all, he could basically compare with professional singers. There is still a world of difference for amateur singers: "If he intends to stay and stay for a long time, sign a contract for him. Li Xia doesn't know whether he will come back or not. The bar can't always rely on the singers to support him. This is not a long-term solution."

"Yeah, OK." At this time, Zhang Lei was finished singing the song, and Fang Yuan arranged for the waiter to call him to meet Chen Fang.

Zhang Lei carefully placed his guitar in the piano box, and his movements were as light as if he was treating his lover. It seemed that he liked this guitar very much.

"Zhang Lei, this is the owner of our bar, Boss Shen." Fang Yuan only introduced Chen Fang.

"Hello, Boss Shen." He was a little reserved, and just bowed slightly to Chen Fang.

"Hello, I'm Chen Fang." Chen Fang looked at Zhang Lei carefully again. He was not tall, only about 170 cm, and his right foot was a little limp. "Where are you from? Can you tell me about it?"

Fang Yuan looked at Zhang Lei, who was hesitant and explained: "The bar is planning to sign a long contract for you. In addition to your daily singing fee, there is also a fixed salary every month, so you need to know your origin, background, and family situation."

Chen Fang asked Fang Yuan to give Zhang Lei a glass of water, indicating that he didn't have to think too much, just pretending that several people were chatting and didn't have to care too much about signing or not.

"Thank you, Boss Shen, Manager Fang." Zhang Lei drank the water that Fang Yuan handed to him in one breath, as if adding some courage to himself: "Thank you for your appreciation for me. I am from Jinling,..."

Zhang Lei's story is actually very bloody. He used to be a resident singer in a bar in Jinling. The bar owner was a good friend of him. Zhang Lei liked a waiter in the bar and chased him for several years before he agreed to date him. But in September last year, he actually found out that his girlfriend and his brother were going to check in with him. Zhang Lei, who felt betrayed, had a fight with his girlfriend and broke the buddy's head with a wine bottle. He was drunk and drove home again in a traffic accident, causing a fracture in his right foot. Finally, he was disheartened and left the sad place and became a Beijing drifter.

"Am I stupid? I saw them a little ambiguous two years ago. She knew that he had a wife, but she was willing to go with him. I was just a shield for both of them." Zhang Lei wanted a glass of wine, but Chen Fang didn't let Fang Yuan give it to him.

"Sometimes alcohol cannot drown your sorrows. Isn't there a saying that you can sing with alcohol to relieve your sorrows. I don't know how you sing before, but now your voice is a little damaged. I guess you smoke a lot. Your lungs are a little chaotic, and the noise is very heavy when you breathe. If you continue like this, you may not be a resident singer." Chen Fang looked at his yellow index finger, which was smoked and yellow, and knew that he should be a senior smoker. A resident singer is not like a resident singer. He sings a few songs and takes money to leave. He sings at least a dozen songs a night. Sometimes when he meets customers, he has to sing more songs. If his voice cannot hold on, it will be useless.

"Ah, is that serious?" Zhang Lei never noticed this issue. He now lives alone in a rental house, and he is a little decadent. Usually, he only drinks and smokes. These two items are the most harmful to his body. If it weren't for the fact that he only made a living with music, and if he loved it for many years, he would probably have been decadent.

"You think about it. If you want to find a more stable place, you have to smoke and quit drinking first."

"Thank you for your reminder, I'll think about it."

"Okay, if you think about it, you can just talk to Fang Yuan." After Chen Fang finished speaking, Zhang Lei said goodbye. He sang four songs in the bar today, and Fang Yuan paid him 400 yuan.

Chen Fang turned his head and said to Qin Mohan: "Do you want to go up and sing?"

"I won't go up anymore. My voice is still a little uncomfortable. You go up and sing a song. I want to listen to your singing." Qin Mohan said.

"Discomfortable throat?" Chen Fang tried it on her forehead with his hand, but it didn't feel hot: "It should be a sequelae left by the cold. Let's go home first, want to listen to my singing, I'll sing it to you when I go back." Chen Fang saw that it was almost ten o'clock, so he greeted Fang Yuan and took Qin Mohan back directly.

When she got home, Chen Fang first gave Qin Mohan the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and then put hot water for her to take a bath. Qin Mohan, who was still sick, became weak after taking a shower and did not want to move. After Chen Fang reported her to the bed, he felt dissatisfied with his mood to sing in the backyard.

"When I returned to Xijiang before the Spring Festival, were you particularly lonely?" Qin Mohan, who was lying in Shen Fang's arms, stroked his face with his hands and stroked the scars on his forehead.

"Why do you think about this? Please ask?" Chen Fang was a little surprised. After all, it had been almost two months.

"Today I saw the lyrics you wrote in the study behind you. I felt very uncomfortable." Qin Mohan lay in his arms, thinking of the words on the lyrics, his eyes turned red again.

"You said that song, I was a little disappointed that day. Especially after I came back, I faced this empty yard alone and felt that the house was very big, so I wrote that song with emotion." Chen Fang was not used to showing his weakness in front of others, especially Qin Mohan. He used to celebrate the festival alone, and there was nothing about being lonely or not. But after being with Qin Mohan, he seemed to have become much weaker, as if the strength he used to be was a disguise, and suddenly felt the word loneliness.

"I will be with you during the holidays in the future. I will never let you celebrate the holidays alone again, and I will not let you feel uncomfortable." The sick Qin Mohan was particularly weak, and just lay quietly on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Well, I won't let you go, I will follow you wherever you go during the holidays in the future. I will never spend it alone."

"We will go to Xijiang for the New Year this year. I will take you to meet my parents, and they also want to meet you." After the Tomato Taiwan Spring Festival Gala, Qin Mohan's parents basically knew the existence of Chen Fang. They have been worried about her. If it weren't for the distance, they would have killed her long ago. Qin Mohan, who was lying on him, didn't know where he touched his body, looked even redder and spat: "Rogue!"

"I'm a normal reaction, I've been holding it in for several days." Chen Fang said in her ear with helpless look on his face: "Dear, get better quickly."
Chapter completed!