Boss Zhao explained: "There is no resident singing in my bar. Anyone who wants to sing can go up and sing. Everyone wants to have fun, and the people listening below also want to have fun..."
He also asked Yuxi: "My friend, do you want to go up and sing a song?"
Yuxi replied embarrassingly: "No need."
Yuxi said no, but Boss Zhao didn't insist, and shook the goblet, pretending to be free and easy, suddenly lowered his head, and found that Tangtang's eyes were staring at his goblet, full of longing...
uh... this...
Boss Zhao looked down at the white peach water in the glass.
Although this thing is a drink, but no matter what, it is for adults to drink...
I don't know if I can drink it for children...
At this moment of hesitation, Boss Zhao saw the little guy licking his lips, narrowing his round almond eyes slightly, and looking at him with a pitiful look, just like the little flower that he lived in his grandmother's house when he was a child, and his grandmother's house raised it cat.
On weekdays, I don't pay attention to him, and I don't think I am close to him. Whenever he eats, the little cat will meow meowingly and rub against his legs...
Rub it to the left~~
Rub it to the right~~
He would move his legs away impatiently and hide the snacks on his hands, but he couldn't bear it at the end, he still couldn't help the longing eyes, and obediently handed over the snacks.
But at this time, the little cat smelled it, sniffed it, pawed at his food, turned its head arrogantly, and walked away proudly wagging its tail.
It made him dumbfounded, and he lost food.
If it weren't for the round, pink girl in front of him, Boss Zhao would never have remembered that there was such a little cat that accompanied him throughout his lonely and gloomy childhood.
Thinking... Boss Zhao pushed the goblet in front of Tangtang...
It just so happened that Mo Heng had already walked onto the stage and stood under the light.
Many people at the scene recognized Mo Heng, but no one would rush up like an ordinary fan, chasing around Mo Heng for autographs, taking pictures, etc...
That's the rule in this bar.
In this bar, it seems that everyone is truly equal.
As long as you walk in, your identity, apart from the guest, is only the guest.
Anyone here can strip away their social identity and enjoy the feeling of letting go of music freely and comfortably.
No one will treat you as special, let alone treat you differently because of your social status.
This is also the reason why Boss Zhao insisted on turning off the stereo when Tangtang came, which surprised the guests present.
Fortunately, everyone saw that the green light was for a child, so they naturally understood and didn't pay much attention.
Now, Mo Heng was standing on the stage, holding the microphone, it was obvious that he was going to sing.
Apart from applauding and booing, none of the guests present regarded him as an idol.
Mo Heng hasn't found such a feeling for a long time.
For ten years, every time he took the stage, he received flowers and applause.
Surrounding him, there seemed to be nothing but praise and admiration.
Although Mo Heng is young, he is too aware of the allure of these things to people. It will make people feel top-heavy and soft all over. Even if they fall... they don't know.
Speaking of which, this feeling was brought to him by Yuxi.
If I hadn't personally experienced Yuxi's incident, witnessed Yuxi's rapid silence after that and found no one...
(end of this chapter)