"Who will go?" Huang Mao put his hands on the table and said seriously.
"I'm not going," Hai Ri said flatly, "I already went yesterday."
Huangmao: "I went there last time."
Sheng Canyang: "Which time was the last time?"
Huangmao couldn't speak.
The atmosphere was very tense for a while.
After a while, Huang Mao said, "Forget it, rock paper scissors."
Several people stretched out their hands, looked at each other seriously, counted down to one, two, three, and shot decisively. Huang Mao lost.
Huang Mao stood up, picked up the takeaway trash bag, and said, "Don't think that I don't know that you two are cheating, you two have agreed to get the same thing every time."
Hai Ri held a toothpick in his mouth: "Every time you produce cloth."
Sheng Canyang also lay down on the sofa as if he was an old man, and said, "Fight against us."
He shook his finger and spit out two words lightly: "It's useless."
Hai Ri also said, "It's useless."
Huang Mao went to take out the trash with a sad face.
A few people have been fighting landlords in the theater for almost a week. They are drunk and dreamy every day, the theater is not open, and the mission is not going. It just happens to be a game of landlords.
Today, Sheng Canyang sent a message and had to work, so they ordered a cake to celebrate the start of work, and ate the cake until four o'clock in the afternoon, seeing that it was getting dark again.
Hai Ri pushed open the door of the theater, Huang Mao had just returned from taking out the garbage, Hai Ri looked at the gray whale swimming past quietly in the sky, waving its huge tail, passing through tall buildings, and disappearing into the clouds.
Hai Ri said, "What are they?"
"No one knows," Huang Mao said indifferently, "Why don't you take out the trash when you come out?"
Hai Ri also hugged his shoulders, leaned against the door, and said, "Because I enjoy the thrill of victory."
Huang Mao gave him a middle finger.
Hai Ri said: "The next time I come out to fight the landlord, the weather outside is really nice."
"Come out to fight the landlord," Huang Mao took a cigarette in his mouth, followed by looking at the sky, and said, "In less than half an hour, Brother Yang will be swallowed alive by these little girls."
Hai Ri had never seen a fan come to Sheng Canyang, so he immediately became interested and asked, "Did someone ask him for an autograph?"
Huang Mao: "When I first came here, there were people who took the bus for three hours just to catch a glimpse of him. It was really just a glimpse, standing outside this glass door, watching him play with his mobile phone."
Huang Mao pointed to the door Hai Riyi was following.
Hai Ri thought to himself: "What's so incomprehensible?"
Because Hai Ri has done this before, didn't he chase him from Inner Mongolia to Beijing just to have a look? If you are not a fan, you may not understand it.
Huang Mao thought for a while, was happy, and said, "Brother Yang had red hair when he first came here, did you know that?"
Hai Ri nodded.
Huang Mao said: "At that time, he was very conspicuous, with a red head on his head. The whole district knew him, and people kept looking for him. He was so annoying that he shaved his head off."
Hai Ri remembered how Sheng Canyang shaved his head depressedly, and laughed out loud.
Huang Mao held a cigarette in his finger, pointed to his head, and said: "The commission is too small, and the old man is short, but after he shaved his head, he became even more handsome. This time, even people who don't know him think he is handsome, thinking He's a veteran, and more people are coming."
Hai Ri: "Hahahaha."
Huang Mao sighed and said, "What a fate he has."
Hai Ri's smile instantly froze on his face, and then drooped down.
It's really a pot that doesn't open.
Huang Mao said: "My Brother Yang is really a good person, Brother Hai, I just like to follow my Brother Yang, do you know why not?"
Hai Ri glanced at him, and Huang Mao said, "I just want to see how God will treat such a good person as Brother Yang."
Huang Mao's eyes were sincere, as if there were tears, and he said, "I'm just a piece of mud that can't support the wall. Brother Yang can't be the same as me?"
Hai Ri: "..."
Huang Mao threw away the cigarette butt, stomped on it with his foot, and then entered the house.
Seeing him coming in, Sheng Canyang asked, "Where's Hai Ri?"
"Look at the sky," Huang Mao said casually, "it's outside."
Sheng Canyang picked up a guitar and wiped it.
Huangmao: "Do you want to play the guitar?"
Sheng Canyang didn't say yes or no, but just said, "Try."
Huangmao: "I haven't seen you play the guitar before."
Sheng Canyang just smiled and didn't speak.
He sat lazily on the chair in front of the desk, crossed his legs, held the guitar in his arms, and gently plucked the strings. The smooth music flowed out from between his fingers. Hai Ri heard it from outside and walked in. , and asked, "Play the guitar tonight?"
Sheng Canyang said, "Yes."
The theater removed the crowded chairs, placed them scatteredly in front of the low table, and put a bar counter. Huang Mao poured out all the wine in the garage and put it on the bar counter. The bar opened tonight.
Hai Ri is wearing Sheng Canyang's shirt today, he is not fitting well, he rolled up his sleeves, took a rag, washed and wiped everywhere, Sheng Canyang was holding a strawberry flavored lollipop, and was trying on the guitar there, Hai Ri He Huangmao asked him what he wanted to play, but he didn't say anything.
He felt that there would be no people in Hairi. After all, it hadn’t been open for a long time, and the place was not busy. He felt that it would be nice to come one or two at night, but at seven or eight o’clock, Sheng Canyang moved a chair. Go out, turn on the stereo, sit at the door, turn on the hand mic, sing two raps, and slowly people start to gather outside.
Hai Ri leaned on the bar and looked out eagerly. He saw Sheng Canyang standing up and waving his hands following the rhythm.
Sheng Canyang also danced for a while, his movements were clean and neat, and his steps were perfectly seamless. Hai Ri looked like he had returned to his youth.
It was the first time I saw Sheng Canyang dancing after coming here, Sheng Canyang said: "Please invite the owner of our bar from Mongolia to come for a while."
Hai Ri froze for a moment, then saw Sheng Canyang turn around, seemed to know that he was peeking, and waved at him.
Hai Ri: "..."
Huang Mao was wiping the cup and said, "Since when did you become the boss?"
The audience outside was still looking in curiously, and a few customers in the store said with a smile: "Go."
Hai Ri was not very stage-frightened about this kind of situation, he had no choice but to walk out.
Sheng Canyang smiled and handed him the microphone, Hai Ri motioned for it, and then said, "Let's sing a cappella."
Sheng Canyang shook his head, sat on the chair, and picked up the guitar.
Hai Ri said, "Then what are you singing?"
Sheng Canyang said, "As you wish."
Hai Ri thought for a while and said, "liability."
Sheng Canyang was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, and then laughed.
Hai Ri picked up the microphone and suddenly felt a little heavy.
"Baby really hurt me, Crying in the taxi, He don't wanna know me, Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm, Says it was poison—"
At this point in Hai Ri's singing, Sheng Canyang's guitar sounded—
"So I guess I'll go home, Into the arms of the girl that i love, The only love i haven't screwed up, She's so hard to please, But she's a forest fire."
Hai Ri closed his eyes, he didn't think about anything at this moment, he didn't feel overly sad, nor did he feel joy—
“I do my best to meet her demands, Play at romance we slow dance, In the living room but all that a stranger would see, Os one girl swaying alone, Stroking her cheek.”
The overly sad lyrics made Sheng Canyang calm down the heated atmosphere just now, but Hai Ri suddenly filled with all kinds of emotions, and calmly sang: "They say you're a little much for me, You're a liability, So they pull back make other plans, I understand I'm a liability, Got you wild make you leave
I'm a little much for, E a na na na everyone."
Hai Ri stopped and said embarrassedly: "I forgot the words."
Everyone was silent for a moment and applauded.
Sheng Canyang smiled and said, "I wanted you to make everyone happy."
Everyone was laughing, someone had already walked into the bar, Hai Ri stepped aside and said: "
Come in and drink! "
Sheng Canyang said: "Let our Mongolian boss accompany the wine."
The bar became lively tonight. Hai Ri hadn't had a big drink for a long time, Sheng Canyang didn't like it, and Huang Mao didn't know how to drink it. Didn't drink anymore.
Tonight everyone chatted together from all over the world, Hai Ri only drank white, and he was actually a little tipsy.
A girl said: "The boss is so handsome, are you a mixed race?"
Hai Ri smiled slightly and said, "Am I handsome?"
Fascinated by the girl, her face turned red, but Hai Ri turned around and chatted with someone else without knowing it.
Huang Mao delivered wine to the table, and then said to the guests: "The one on stage is the big boss, I am the second boss, this third boss."
The guest didn't understand his point at all, and looked at him inexplicably.
Huang Mao said again: "Third Boss, you have to pay for drinking."
Hai Ri said, "Remember Sheng Canyang."
Huangmao: "..."
Hai Ri's slightly depressive temperament is intoxicating. No less than five people asked for WeChat in one night.
Sheng Canyang sat on the bar and looked at it for a while, Hai Ri said, "Did you see it!"
He pointed at Sheng Canyang and said, "My son."
Everyone laughed, and Sheng Canyang laughed too.
Hai Ri said, "You're handsome, aren't you?"
He was obviously not drunk yet, just continued to talk while drunk.
The girl deliberately said: "Big boss, he said you are his son."
Sheng Canyang waved his hand, signaling for him to speak casually.
Hai Ri said: "Only when you raise a child will you know the kindness of your parents."
Sheng Canyang froze for a moment, then glanced at him.
Everyone seemed to be very curious about the handsome guy from Inner Mongolia. They looked carefully at this mixed-race boy, but Hai Ri frequently looked at Sheng Canyang who was wiping wine glasses on the bar counter.
Sheng Canyang wiped his glass for a while, then walked onto the stage, put up the microphone, and said, "Hi everyone, I'm Sheng Canyang."
The people below applauded and said, "Okay."
Sheng Canyang said: "Let's give everyone the whole song."
Hai Ri's mother lived in the three Northeast provinces before, and her speech has a Northeast flavor, not very heavy. Hai Ri can sometimes speak Northeast dialect, and Huang Mao's mother is also from the Northeast. It brought out the taste of the Northeast. And without any sense of incongruity.
The people in the audience said one after another: "Fine!"
Sheng Canyang looked calm, picked up the guitar, tried the sound test, and plucked the strings.
Everyone fell silent, and Sheng Canyang sang, "How did I fall in love with you? I'm asking myself—"
Hai Ri: "..."
Hai Ri opened his mouth slightly blankly, looking at the stage.
Sheng Canyang looked at him, and sang with a smile: "I can give up everything, but it's hard to leave today, you are not beautiful, but you are extremely cute, oh, Cinderella, my Cinderella—"
The girls held their cheeks and fell into fascination one after another. It may have been their dream to have a tall, cold and handsome guy pluck the strings on it and sing "Cinderella".
It may also be a fantasy when a boy sings such a song for his beloved girl.
Sheng Canyang sang helplessly: "I always break your heart again, I'm always cruel, I tell you not to take it seriously, because I can't believe it, you are so beautiful, and you are so cute, oh Cinderella, my Cinderella— "
"Maybe you never thought that my heart would hurt. If this is a dream, I will be drunk and unwilling to wake up. If this is a dream, I will be drunk and unwilling to wake up. I have endured it. I have waited for this, and maybe I will wait for you to come again. Maybe wait for your arrival."
Hai Ri never gets drunk when drinking, and he doesn't blush, but now he looks at the stage, but his face is flushed.
Huang Mao seemed to feel something, looked at Sheng Canyang, then at Hairi, then at Sheng Canyang, then at Hairi, shaking his head like a rattle.
Sheng Canyang: "I used to be patient, I waited like this, maybe I'll wait for your arrival, maybe I'll wait for your arrival again."
The audience applauded loudly, and Sheng Canyang said: "Everyone can come up and try what they want to sing."
As he spoke, he stood the guitar beside the chair, turned around and stepped off the stage.
Hae-il isn't the most popular right away, and everyone starts talking about the young boss again. And in the whole room, Hae-il also wanted to know the young boss the most, and he could easily join the conversation.
Sheng Canyang got off the stage, Huang Mao looked at his face, then turned sideways to cover his face, and whispered: "Is that what I think?"
Sheng Canyang glanced at him.
Huangmao: "?"
Sheng Canyang said, "What do you think?"
"I think?" Huang Mao didn't know anymore.
Sheng Canyang said, "Yes."
Huangmao: "!!!"
Sheng Canyang stretched out his finger to compare with his mouth, and then said, "Not yet."
Huang Mao: "You're fucking unrequited."
Sheng Canyang was speechless and did not answer.
Huangmao: "Go for it! If you like it, go for it!"
"Don't worry about it," Sheng Canyang said, dumbfounded, "I know what I know, so I don't need you to teach me."
Huangmao: "I think you really have a lot."
He was satirizing Sheng Canyang for chasing Hairi by coaxing girls like this.
Sheng Canyang felt a little uncomfortable, touched his nose, and said unconfidently: "How is it?"
Huang Mao smiled and said, "He's quite handsome, I don't know how many little girls you've fallen in love with tonight?"
Sheng Canyang wiped the glass and said, "One will do."
Huangmao shook off goosebumps.
The author has something to say: I really like this chapter, it’s too sweet, originally because I was too busy these two days, so I wrote it in advance and planned to post it later, but I really wanted to post it after I finished writing it! ! ! Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-07-09 23:50:20~2020-07-10 01:26:23~
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