"Xiaole, your voice can't sing anymore. My bar is also a small business, I'm sorry."

"This place will always be your home. If you have a good time in the future, you must come back and have a look."

When the bar owner apologized and asked Fang Xiaole out of the back door of the bar and slammed him out of the door, Fang Xiaole did not beg or be angry.

He just stood silently in the alley. After a moment, he tightened the guitar hanging on his shoulders, walked out of the alley, and left the bar where he had been singing for more than a year.

Fang Xiaole walked onto the main street, and against the crowd who came to have fun at night, he lowered his head and passed through the colorful and rich bars on both sides of the road.

Fang Xiaole is a bar singer. The inevitable alcohol and staying up late caused his health problems.

His voice was broken.

Fang Xiaole has been to many hospitals, but he can't cure it anyway. Just like the memory of the place called "Earth" before traveling through time, he couldn't remember it even if he tried his best.

The bar owner saw the relationship between the past and endured it for a week, and finally spoke tonight.

People also want to make money and make money.

Fang Xiaole walked out of the bar street and looked back. This street was as noisy and prosperous as before. It was a paradise for lonely people to pursue their desires, and it was also a stage for the singers at the bottom to maintain their dreams.

However, from now on, everything like "dreams" has nothing to do with him.

It's better to think about how to survive.

"Tonight, just tonight, get drunk for the last time."

Fang Xiaole bought a few cans of beer and walked alone in the night with a guitar on his back. After walking for more than an hour, he came to a remote and deserted old street.

This street was once a shanty town, and after the demolition, several three-story old houses were left behind.

It is very quiet and no one will come here. Whenever you are physically and mentally exhausted, Fang Xiaole would climb to the roof of the old house and sit and watch the stars, drink beer, and talk to the fireflies flying all over the sky.

Fang Xiaole called these old houses his "tree hole house".

He would pour them into the tree hole house if he dared not say anything on weekdays.

Crunch Fang Xiaole climbed the roof of an old house along the old stairs, walked to the edge and sat down, put down the guitar, opened a can of beer, and tilted his head to drink one-third.

There are narrow and deep alleys under your feet, and the sky is filled with stars above your head.

"Today is my last dream. I will give up my dream of being the king of singers and run around for life, haha..."

Fang Xiaole picked up the beer can, raised his glass to invite the bright moon, and smiled bitterly at the starry sky.

"I always thought I was very talented and had a good voice. If I could sing those songs, I would definitely make a big splash, but I couldn't remember those songs. Now my voice is broken, haha... Among all the singers in this world, I'm probably the one who has the worst chance of doing it?"

"No, you are not as miserable as me."

Fang Xiaole was talking to himself in front of the starry sky, and a woman's voice suddenly came from the roof of the old house opposite.

"Because I'm also a singer, and I'm going to jump off the building and commit suicide, so you are not the worst."

The woman's voice was gentle and beautiful, but she suddenly appeared in the dark and was very cunning, which scared Fang Xiaole so much that she almost fell off the roof.

He looked at the roof opposite and could vaguely see a slender figure, but there was no light on the roof of the old house opposite, so the woman's face could not be seen clearly.

"Are you a singer too? On the other side of the bar street?"

Fang Xiaole immediately thought of the bar street where he worked. Most of the resident singers there worked hard, and beautiful female singers also often faced some dirty things.

The image of a female bar singer who was dissatisfied with the pressure of life and various unspoken rules was vividly revealed in Fang Xiaole's mind.

The opposite side seemed to be stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Yes, are you singing in the bar street?"

"Yes, meeting is fate, let's have a drink!"

Perhaps because of the darkness and alcohol, Fang Xiaole let go of his guard against strangers and threw a can of beer over.

"oops!"

There was a narrow back alley between the roofs on both sides, less than one meter away. The slender figure rushed to catch the can of beer and couldn't help but say angrily:

"You guys don't say anything if you throw something over."

Fang Xiaole smiled and smiled from the other side. The atmosphere between the two strangers became inexplicably relaxed, like two old friends who had known each other for many years.

"cheers."

Fang Xiaole raised the beer can to the opposite side.

"cheers."

The slender figure pulled open the lid and lifted the can for him.

Fang Xiaole took a sip, put down the beer can, and found that the opposite side was still holding a head-tilt position and continued to make a gurgling sound.

After a while, she finally put down the beer can, and couldn't help but burp, and quickly covered her mouth with embarrassment.

Fang Xiaole thought the girl was quite fun and smiled and said, "You won't finish drinking it in one sip, right?"

The other person asked in surprise: "Don't you say cheers? Haven't you finished drinking?" Then he pointed at him: "Everyone drinks, don't think you can cheat if you are handsome."

Only then did Fang Xiaole notice that there was a lamp on the roof here, and he could see his appearance clearly from the opposite side.

"Okay, I'll drink..."

Fang Xiaole didn't care. She was handsome and just showed it to others. After drinking the can of wine, she wiped her mouth and asked:

"A handsome guy is in a better mood with you?"

The woman is not willing to be outdone: "A beauty drinks with you, are you in a better mood?"

"Well! I figured it out. Although my voice is broken and I can't sing anymore, I am so young and can do other things. As long as I am willing to work hard, I will never starve to death."

"Then I figured it out too. Although many people spread rumors and slander me, I am so beautiful and have so many fans. As long as I work hard, I will definitely be the queen of the music industry."

Fang Xiaole laughed and said, "You still have fans? Oh, right, there are always a few regular customers in the bar who like to listen to you singing, just like I used to."

"……yes."

Lin Yao hid in the darkness, looking at the elegant and handsome man under the lights of the roof opposite, the gloomy mood that he had originally wanted to jump off the roof was disappearing little by little.

These days, she has endured too many online rumors and slander. Even with her huge number of fans, she cannot resist so many Internet trolls who are unsure of the truth.

Lin Yao was tired, so she took advantage of the inattention of her agent and assistant, and left a suicide note and secretly ran out and found this abandoned old street.

She climbed up the roof and prepared to leave this cruel world silently.

At this time, this handsome and cute man appeared.

Somehow, after saying a few words to him and drinking a can of beer, Lin Yao suddenly felt that the world was not that cruel.

"Hey, Miss Beer, are you really beautiful? Are you as beautiful as her?"

Fang Xiaole had already drunk a lot on the road, and his tongue was a little big at this time and he began to speak boldly.

Lin Yao looked back in the direction of his finger and saw that it was an LED billboard on a tall building in the distance.

"Are you ready for the third season of "Super Challenge"?"

Below the slogan is a beautiful and gentle face, with the name Lin Yao next to it.

Super Challenge is an extremely popular outdoor variety show. As a newcomer who has debuted for two years, Lin Yao suddenly became a regular guest of this top variety show, blocking the way of many people.

Therefore, some "black materials" targeting her spread online and then quickly developed into blackmail on the Internet.

Seeing the billboard of the program that made her the target of public criticism and her huge photo, Lin Yao did not lose control as she had before, but instead burst into laughter.

"I'm as beautiful as her."

Puff, Fang Xiaole also laughed. This beer girl is quite confident.

Suddenly, a small crack suddenly appeared in the treasure house of earth's memory that had not been opened for a long time.

The melody and lyrics of a song jumped out.

Just right for the current situation.

I can't sing anymore, so I'll say goodbye to my dreams with this song.

It just so happens that it is a duet between men and women.

"Miss Beer, aren't you a singer? I have a very nice duet song. Do you want to try it?"

"Sing? OK! What song?"

"I'll teach you."

...

The song is beautiful and catchy. After Fang Xiaole taught it for about an hour, Lin Yao learned a rough idea. Although many details still need to be figured out, she did not go to the recording studio and just improvised chorus, which was completely enough.

"Come?"

Fang Xiaole picked up the guitar.

"Come on, are you still afraid of you?"

A provocative voice sounded across from the opposite side, and she seemed to be covering her mouth and chuckling in the darkness.

Fang Xiaole raised his lips and plucked the guitar strings with his fingers. A melodious melody flowed out from his fingertips. After a brief prelude, he sang softly:

"I can't sleep in the middle of the night, so I hummed my mood into a song."
To be continued...