The girl with long hair was the person Wen Liang rescued on the train when he first came to Beijing. He met her once more in the underground passage of the train station later, but they had no contact after that. Unexpectedly, a year later, he saw her performing on stage in a bar here.
However, the 1990s was the decade when the music market exploded and flourished. Countless men and women with dreams of music began their difficult life in Beijing, living in basements, eating cold rice and leftovers, performing on the roadside, on overpasses, in subways, and anywhere else where they could showcase their musical talent. They were not afraid of the biting cold wind, the rain, dew, or frost, and endured the pity, emotion, ridicule, or shaking-head faces of people who passed by, and they fearlessly pursued their own dreams and future.
Then, either succeed or die!
"Welcome everyone to the Crescent Bay Bar. I hope you can have fun tonight. Now I will sing a song I just finished last night, "Posha", for you. I hope you like it!"
Warm applause rang out from all over the bar. It seemed that this was not the first time the girl had performed here. She must have cultivated a lot of fans. Wen Liang smiled and clapped his hands. He was very happy for her. After all, there were many talented people in the Beijing Drifting Clan. There were probably only a dozen or so people who performed in this famous bar. With this stage, there was the possibility of moving to a bigger stage. Opportunities were sometimes more important than talent!
"I still remember the pity in your eyes in the mist and rain of the previous life
I sewed a long gown for you and you tied my hair into a bun
I have been wandering in troubled times for half my life and have not been able to grow old with you
Now I sing a song on Naihe Bridge, I am waiting for you here"
Wen Liang was just listening to the song quietly at first, but his heart trembled when he heard the last part. Even Lin Jing, who was standing beside him, felt that his body suddenly became stiff. Her beautiful eyes stared at his cheek, as if she wanted to see something from it.
"Pour Meng Po soup and worship Bodhi to hold on to the memories of the past life
Embracing this emptiness, I have no more sorrow or joy
From a corner of the underworld, looking back at the sky, who is sighing softly
"I will wait for a hundred years for the blooming season to see you again."
"I quietly returned to the human world from the lake bank to the mountain top
Looking for that familiar face just to take a look
But I see you in the city wall with your beautiful wife
The riverside with pink peach blossoms and green willows is like you and I in the past"
Accompanied by the ethereal and distant melody, Wen Liang was completely immersed in the artistic conception depicted by the song. The graceful figure leaning against the window in his previous life seemed to emerge in his mind again, so clear and so within reach. He was like the person who secretly poured the Meng Po soup in the song, and returned to the past with the memories of his previous life.
The vows made were still ringing in my ears, and the joy I once had seemed like yesterday, but the gentle fingers clenched tightly, almost crushing the wine glass.
Because he knew clearly that even if they met again in the future, it would never be the same as before!
In this life, he walks between black and white, and stands between light and darkness. Killing, fighting, and conspiracy are everywhere, and calculations follow him like a shadow. His eyes are no longer as clear as in his previous life, and his hands are stained with dirty blood. Even his unswerving love is divided into several parts and given to the girls he cannot give up. But how can he face her bright face without a trace of dust
"I returned to the Buddha and told him what I had seen in the world.
Buddha said that everything is just delusion and letting go is also fate
You are a cloud of smoke from a hundred years ago
I am willing to use forgetfulness to make sure we meet again in the next life
Arriving at the Naihe Bridge, Mengpo picked up half a bowl of
In an instant, the past life's lingering memories come to mind
The lights of another world are dimming, who is dancing to the music
Who is standing by the river and looking back but can't see through it?"
… …
The long-haired girl sang repeatedly, "The lights of another world are dimming, who is dancing to the music, who is standing by the river, looking back and unable to see through", the tune was sad with a hint of Zen chanting. Wen Liang closed his eyes slightly, leaning against the bar, his chin slightly raised, his facial expression did not change much, but the sadness emanating from the depths of his lungs made even the blue liquid in the glass weep quietly.
Life is like a fleeting moment, where do you come from and where do you go
Is it true that I can only drink half a bowl of Meng Po's tea and use forgetfulness to fulfill this obsession
Lin Jing stared at Wen Liang blankly. She had never thought that the scary big boss who was so cunning, intelligent and resourceful would be so heartbroken because of a song sung by an unknown bar singer.
For some reason, her gaze began to become inexplicably gentle!
What she didn't know was that in addition to this time, the long-haired girl's singing had moved Wen Liang twice. He believed that he had lived two lives as a human being and his heart had long been as hard as stone, but when he heard those melodies that touched people's hearts, he realized that the softness in his heart was not lost in the desire for power in this life, but was hidden in a place he didn't want to explore.
This makes him sober and cherishes it!
So Uncle Wen, who always stayed out of the matter, told the long-haired girl his cell phone number when they met for the second time, so that she could call for help when she encountered difficulties.
This is a treatment that many people who are very close to Wen Liang cannot get!
At the end of the song, Wen Liang opened his eyes, and the hesitation and sorrow disappeared from his deep eyes. After all, he was a fierce man who cut through thorns and brambles, not the woman in the song. After a brief moment of weakness, he once again wrapped his true self under a thick mask, not allowing anyone to covet him or peek at him!
His heart also became as hard as a rock.
No matter how prosperous this life is, without her, it is nothing but a lonely nothingness!
Since I can't see through it when I look back, then there's no need to look.
Buddha said that letting go is fate, but if you can’t let go, then there is no need to let go!
Warm applause rang out in the bar again. Wen Liang turned around and snapped his fingers at the bartender, saying, "Give this beautiful lady another Bloody Mary!"
Lin Jing woke up in shock and hastily looked away, knowing that this was another hush money from Wen Liang. She was so smart that she wouldn't ask any more questions. She smiled and said, "Boss, this is the last glass. If you drink any more, I'll get drunk!"
Wen Liang picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Lin Jing, and said: "This is also my last glass of wine..."
After saying that, he drank it in one gulp, then stood up and said with a smile: "You guys continue to play, I'm leaving first, remember to tell President Yin and President Meng later..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden cry from the crowd. Wen Liang turned around and saw several whiskey bottles flying through the air and smashing onto the small stage. The long-haired girl couldn't dodge in time and was cut on the arm by the shattered glass. The blood instantly dyed her sleeve red. A hoarse and drunken male voice came from a seat not far away and cursed: "I came here to listen to music for fun. What the hell are you singing? You're crying. Did someone die at home?"
The lights in the bar were bright and the crowd dispersed, but they were not panicking. They must have been used to this kind of scene in the bar. They just wanted to watch the fun, and most of the people in Beijing were arrogant and no one was afraid of anyone. Suddenly, some people started to make a fuss, some cursed back, and the Beijing accent and Beijing curses kept coming out. It was as noisy as street performances!
From Wenliang's angle, he could see seven or eight people sitting in the booth where the trouble was happening. The one who was talking was a bald man in his thirties, wearing a shiny leather jacket. The gold chain around his neck was thick enough to tie a cow. He was not someone to be trifled with. He must have been drunk, so his body was swaying, but his aura was strong. Next to him was a 1.9-meter-tall muscular man with a thick waist and round arms, a face full of flesh, and arms like other people's calves. He stood up suddenly, like a small mountain, with a fierce look in his eyes, scanning the surroundings, unzipping his jacket, and slapping his waist. It was obvious that he had a knife, and he said viciously: "Brother Dongzhilong is here, let's see who is brave enough to talk back?"
I don’t know if it was because Dong Zhilong was famous enough, or because the sturdy guy looked scary, but the bar suddenly became quiet. Everyone was silent and shut their mouths.
It’s fun to watch the fun, but it’s not worth it if it costs your life!
Wen Liang frowned. Sanlitun was just beginning to develop, so it was understandable that it was a little messy. Even in later times, the messy places were messy. But for this Yueyawan to be so famous, the boss must be no ordinary person. Doesn't this guy called Brother Long have any taboos
He had just arrived and didn't know what was going on. He looked around and saw that the tout was standing on tiptoe, looking at the long-haired girl who was at a loss on the stage, with an anxious and worried look on his face. Wen Liang's heart moved, and he said to Lin Jing, "Go, quietly call her over."
Although Lin Jing was curious about what Wen Liang was going to do, she didn't ask. She walked over and said a few words to the girl. Then she saw the girl coming over reluctantly and pouted, "What for?"
Wen Liang pointed at Brother Long and whispered, "Who is this? Why do others look so scared?"
The girl quickly pressed Wen Liang's hand down and said, "Are you going to die? Those people don't care about their lives. If they see you pointing at them, they might chop your hand off."
"So powerful? What about the bar owner? Doesn't he care?"
The girl couldn't help but worry, and looked towards the stage again, impatiently saying, "The boss is also afraid of them, but usually everything goes well. Why is he so angry today?"
At this time, the manager of the bar came over, bowing and smiling. Because they were far away, Wen Liang couldn't hear what the two said. It was probably an apology and flattery. After a while, the manager turned around with a sense of relief and waved to the long-haired girl who was covering her arm. She hesitated, but didn't dare to disobey, and slowly walked to Brother Long.
Wen Liang felt that Brother Long was not a generous person, so just in case, he took out his cell phone and called Lei Fang, and asked straight to the point: "Do you know Brother Long from Dongzhi?"
Lei Fang was surprised and asked, "What's wrong? That guy is the young master's man, and he is very ruthless."
Wen Liang thought of the young master he had met at the racing track in Yizhuang when he first came to Beijing. He didn't expect that Brother Long would be his man. He briefly explained the situation. Lei Fang said solemnly: "Brother, since you are a stranger, it is better not to interfere in this matter. The young master doesn't get along with Sister Xi, and I am now considered to be someone who follows Sister Xi. I can't say anything over there. Besides, it's just a small matter. If you bring it up in the middle of the night, others will laugh at you..."
Actually what Lei Fang said was true. The capital city was no different from other places. The forces of various people were intertwined and the complexity was beyond the imagination of outsiders. He was now in a difficult situation and could not even save himself. He had no choice but to behave himself. He was really unwilling to go to the young master's side for the sake of an insignificant bar singer.
Wen Liang said he understood, but he had to take care of this matter. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Do you have Shangguan Chenlu's cell phone number?"
"Xiao Ye, come and apologize to Brother Long..."
The long-haired girl gritted her teeth, suppressed the trembling and fear in her heart, lowered her head and said: "I'm sorry!"
Brother Long smiled, his mouth full of alcohol, and put his feet on the table. He motioned his men to bring two bottles of whiskey and said, "I won't make it difficult for you. Drink these two bottles of wine, and today's matter will be over!"
The long-haired girl's face turned pale. The whiskey was not too strong, but it had a strong aftereffect. Even if she drank two bottles in one breath, she would be drunk. Firstly, she wanted to protect her throat, and secondly, she was allergic to alcohol and usually didn't drink a drop of alcohol. If she really drank these two bottles, she probably wouldn't be able to sing in her life.
The manager wanted to settle the matter peacefully, even if the long-haired girl was beaten up, but alcohol could kill people. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he said, "Brother Long, she doesn't know how to drink. How about this, let her drink three glasses as a token of respect, and then I will give Brother Long a 50% discount on all his purchases from now on..."
Bang!
The giant-like man slapped the manager in the face, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Brother Long, what do you need from me?" He took out 10,000 yuan from his bag and threw it at the long-haired girl, saying, "Don't say I'm bullying you. Drink these three bottles of wine and the 10,000 yuan will be yours!"
Brand new old man's bills were scattered all over the floor. Some people who originally felt a little sympathy for the long-haired girl immediately became red-eyed. Some even became secretly jealous. They imagined that if it were them, they would drink and get the money without hesitation. It was just two kilograms of foreign liquor. At most, they could be sent to the hospital after drinking, have their stomachs washed and take some medicine, and they could earn 10,000 yuan. It was really a pie in the sky!
This is the magic of money!
The long-haired girl stood alone in front of this group of vicious people, as weak as a leaf falling in the cold north wind. Just when she didn't know what to do, the girl who had been standing next to Wen Liang suddenly stomped her feet, rushed into the venue, and shouted, "I'll drink for her!"
The long-haired girl exclaimed, "Mujin, what are you doing? Go back now!"
The girl named Mu Jin was so scared that her teeth were chattering, but she still stood stubbornly beside the long-haired girl, staring at Brother Long and begging, "Can I drink for her?"
“Interesting, interesting!”
Brother Long looked at Mu Jin with his drunken eyes, clapped his hands twice, and said, "You have a pretty face and a nice figure. I'll give you a chance. Drink these two bottles of wine and stay with my brothers for three more days, and I'll let you go today."
Mu Jin's body began to tremble uncontrollably. The long-haired girl pushed her out and said, "Go away. Don't meddle in my business!"
Mu Jin wiped her eyes, pulled the long-haired girl behind her, and said, "Sister, it's okay. I'm not a clean person anyway... OK, I agree!" (To be continued)