After all, he had lived two lives. After Song Chumo suppressed his emotions, he didn't answer any more. After all, he was only an eighteen-year-old kid. What did she care about with him
After straightening his things and getting ready for class, Gu Xicheng looked at Song Chumo meaningfully and continued to lie down to sleep.
Some things cannot be rushed.
…
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he came back from school. Because he lived alone, Song Chumo had to work part-time in bars to earn living expenses, but all this only lasted for a week.
A week later, as long as she succeeds in the audition for "Old Dreams in Kyoto", her living expenses and tuition fees will be covered. She will step into the entertainment industry again and stand at the top!
The bar where Song Chumo works is a bar called Dark Color, which is magnificent inside. Because Song Chumo looks ugly, he can only work as a cleaner there, and he has to cover his face.
It's also thanks to the mask on his face, otherwise the face under the mask might not only be unsafe in this bar, but it might even cause a sensation in school!
After changing clothes and putting on a mask, Song Chumo took a deep breath and walked towards the hotel. After all, she had no other choice now.
After walking through the crowded bar lobby in a familiar way, Song Chumo breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the bathroom. After all, she didn't like such a place in her last life, and she will be the same in this life.
"Today you are responsible for cleaning Area A. Remember to be careful. The identities of those who come today must be kept secret."
The supervisor on the side looked at Song Chumo and warned her carefully before letting her go out. This made Song Chumo a little curious.
Identity kept secret? You have to keep your identity secret when you come to a bar to have fun? What is this person's identity
"Thank you, Sister Liu, I will be careful."
Nodding, maintaining Song Chumo's usual well-behaved image, she walked cautiously towards the hall.
And at the moment when the noisy music and the intoxicated men and women came towards him, Song Chumo's brows subconsciously twisted.
It’s not that I’ve never been to such a place in my previous life, but I’m still not used to seeing it again in this life. I gritted my teeth and walked towards the crowd.
After dragging the hall clean with difficulty, Song Chumo also breathed a sigh of relief. After cleaning the last private room, she could go back.
He reached out and was about to knock on the door, but the words coming from the door made Song Chumo's body freeze in place!
"Jiang Tu, don't be too sad. You have a lot of travel tomorrow, so just drink less!"
Jiang Tu...Jiang Tu!
That Jiang Tu who kept saying that he wanted to commit suicide!
I moved closer with some trembling, wanting to hear clearly what these people inside were saying. However, the sound insulation effect in this dark night bar was really good. Even if I put my ear against the door, I could hear clearly what was going on. Jiang Tu's words.
His brows were tightly knitted.
If the guess is correct, the content of the conversation here should also be related to her death. She absolutely needs to know this content!
Taking a deep breath, the look in her eyes darkened. Song Chumo turned around and entered the bathroom. She locked the people in the bathroom with her backhand. After making sure that there was no one else inside, she slowly stretched out her hand and wiped her face. The mask was taken off.
A thin layer of mask separated two low-end existences, one was mediocre and ordinary, but the other was breathtakingly beautiful.
Now she only has this way, with this face and this clothes, as soon as she enters, they will definitely stop this topic, and only by pretending to be a bar lady in the dark night can she succeed.
She put on the clothes stolen from the hall. The golden tight skirt wrapped her exquisite figure. No rouge or gouache was used. The decoration was naturally removed, and the clear water produced hibiscus. The face under the mask was a combination of charm and innocence. The body, every frown and smile, is breathtakingly beautiful.
The corners of his mouth curved into a perfect arc, and almost instantly, his eyes were filled with a different brilliance, confident and enchanting, completely natural.
She never thought she would meet Jiang Tu in the bar, but now that she did, she wanted to see what connection this Jiang Tu had with her death in her previous life!
…
In the dim box, the screen was lighting up with some intoxicating light. It was Shen Wei's last song, "Floating Life", the last song of a generation of entertainment queen.
No one picked up the microphone. The two men and one woman in the box just looked at the breathtakingly beautiful Shen Wei on the screen, with moist eyes.
"Jiang Tu, don't be sad. Wei Wei's spirit in heaven definitely doesn't want you to be like this. Look at how much weight you have lost in just a few days."
The speaker was a woman, and she was extremely beautiful. She looked like she was in her early twenties, and her movements were full of youthful vitality.
"I'm sorry for her! I shouldn't have let her go to the concert! If I could have been by her side, nothing would have happened to her!"
As he spoke, he drank a large bowl of wine. The corners of Jiang Tu's eyes seemed to be a little moist, and he lowered his head with a look of grief, which made the man and woman beside him frown in distress, and if If Shen Wei was still here, she would definitely recognize them as Shen Wei's best friend Liu Yin and her husband Shen Shuhao.
But no one noticed the viciousness that suddenly flashed in Jiang Tu's eyes.
"This is none of your business! Weiwei can't figure it out on her own, so don't worry too much about it, you..."
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
Just before Shen Shuhao frowned and finished his sentence, the door of the box was violently knocked open, and a girl fell to the ground with disheveled hair, her body still trembling, looking pitiful. appearance.
The conversation in the box was suddenly interrupted.