Oh, dear! Fish me again

Tang Shu used to live in a remote place, and would only come into contact with a few people after a long period of time.

The few people I met before overcoming the tribulation left a particularly deep impression on me. This group of people were obviously from the upper class. The domineering president and the poor girl were madly in love.

Therefore, her understanding of human life only remains at the level of decadence, love, hate and separation.

She really knew very little about the true bottom of society.

At this moment, she was leaning against a telephone pole covered with small advertisements behind her, looking at the chaos in front of her, feeling a little confused.

City A is very big, much bigger than City S where Tang Shu used to live.

The old town is not remotely located; on the contrary, it is very close to the city center.

This old and small city is crowded with hundreds of thousands of local veterans and hundreds of thousands of migrant workers.

There are countless such messy little streets in front of me. The ground is made of uneven and dirty tiles, and all kinds of debris are piled on both sides. There is only a dark sky above my head.

There is no order or beauty in the fights between street thugs. They usually use whatever they can get.

A wooden stick, a bench leg, or a rusty badminton racket thrown at someone's doorstep.

While taking action, he was swearing at the other party and cursing his ancestors.

Brother Huabi, Ning Hao, those gangsters, including Zhang Li, they were obviously born and raised here, and were used to such fights without any reason and rules.

Tang Shu was not afraid. Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Li, and she felt a little sad in a trance.

He was able to rely entirely on his own means to climb to the top of the city from such a place. How much effort and suffering did he have to endure?

The original book only mentioned it in a few words, which is not enough to summarize the hardships involved.

Therefore, even if Zhang Li was a little scheming and used dirty tricks, Tang Shu felt that it was understandable.

Trees don’t have three views.

*

Tang Shu was thinking about all sorts of things when the battle over there was already over.

She blinked and looked over, and saw that it was Ning Hao and Zhang Li who had the upper hand.

Brother Huabi and his little brothers left first, cursing and swearing.

Both Zhang Li and Ning Hao were injured, but they didn't suffer too much.

"You are quite loyal boy!" Brother Hao patted Zhang Li on the shoulder and his attitude became warmer.

These people are the most loyal. Since you are willing to help me fight, you are my friend.

Zhang Li lowered his head and whispered back,

"It should."

Ning Hao wiped the blood off his lips and carelessly put his arm around his shoulders.

"Okay! We're good brothers from now on!"

Zhang Li nodded and stretched his sore wrist.

The gang leader who always disliked him now put his arm around his shoulders like a good friend. Zhang Li raised his eyes and looked at Tang Shu who was jogging towards him.

The clean hem of her skirt swayed with the strappy sandals on her feet, and she winked at him playfully.

Somewhere in my heart, it seemed as if a string trembled.

*

The three of them went back to the bar they had just passed. After Zhang Li and Ning Hao had their wounds treated, they had a simple working lunch together, and it was already dark.

Zhang Li works in this bar on weekend nights, mixing cocktails at the bar.

He was tall and handsome, and in his bartender's uniform, he looked less immature and childish, and even more handsome under the lighting.

Therefore, the salary paid by the boss here is not low, and combined with his tutoring during the weekends, it is enough for his living expenses.

Tang Shu was not in a hurry to go home. After what happened in the afternoon, Zhang Li and Ning Hao were worried about her going home alone.

She sat on a high stool in the corner of the bar and watched Zhang Li mix cocktails.

Ning Hao also started working at this time. He was the security manager of this bar. In layman's terms, he was in charge of the place.

Tang Shu was beautiful and had a rare air of an ethereal being. She stood out sitting in the bar, but since Ning Hao had greeted her in advance, no one came over to flirt with her.

No one teases her, but many people tease Zhang Li.

*

Zhang Li, wearing a white shirt and a black vest, stood behind the dark bar. Above his head were two rows of red wine glasses of different sizes. The walls of the glasses were polished to be almost transparent, and the light cut through them and sprinkled on his face, which looked particularly beautiful.

There were always lustful young ladies coming over and asking to have a drink with Zhang Li.

Although there was no expression on Zhang Li's face, he did not refuse.

But Tang Shu saw him put a few bottles of iced black tea under the stage and poured them into his own glass, pretending that it was wine.

Quite diplomatically, she smiled at him.

As the night went on and the alcohol started to take its toll on everyone, some bolder female customers would lean over the bar, order some drinks, and then reach out to touch Zhang Li's face or neck.

Zhang Li shook the cocktail shaker in his hand, pursed his lips and took a step back, his face showing a very embarrassed and restrained expression.

This made the female customers happier and more fond of him, and their behavior became more and more excessive.

Tang Shu sat in a corner, looking around at the debauchery in the bar. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol and perfume. In her ears, besides the noisy music, there were also sparse cries and laughter.

Zhang Li is the best in the school. Even in No. 1 Middle School, which is full of talented people, his looks and temperament make him the most handsome boy in the school.

But even though he is so talented, he can't even afford to eat if he doesn't work.

She looked at Zhang Li and wondered what he was thinking as he drank the fake wine in his glass one cup after another?

The boy at the bar sensed her gaze and looked back at her suddenly, his eyes dark.

Tang Shu's eyes trembled.

Oh, it turns out to be dark.

*

No one was singing on the stage, so Tang Shu walked up.

She picked up an acoustic guitar from the side, touched it lightly, and mastered the skill.

A simple prelude in the key of G was played, and she began to sing softly:

When you walk into this happy place...

Carrying all the dreams and thoughts...

Different faces, different makeup...

No one remembers what you look like...】

This is a song from Tang Shu’s world, and its name is [Xiaochou].

People here have certainly never heard it before, but this kind of song that strikes directly at people's fragile inner heart will immediately make people dazed no matter where they are.

The bar gradually quieted down, and the infatuated men and women looked at the girl in the middle of the stage.

The band member behind her sat down in front of the electronic keyboard and added the chord for her without any instruction.

Tang Shu smiled at him and continued singing:

【After three rounds of drinking, you are in the corner...

Stubbornly singing bitter songs...

Listen to it being drowned in the noise...

You pick up your glass and say to yourself...

One cup to the morning sun, one cup to the moonlight.

It awakens my yearning and softens my cold study.

So I can fly against the wind without looking back...

Don't be afraid of rain in your heart or frost in your eyes.

One cup to my hometown, one cup to the distant place.

Guarding my kindness and urging me to grow.

So the road from north to south is no longer long...

The soul is no longer without a place to rest...

...]

*

The song ended. Behind the bar, Zhang Li, who had been stunned for a long time, lowered his head in panic, hiding the confusion on his face.

For the first time, no one persuaded or forced him, so he poured himself a glass of real beer and drank it all in one gulp.

In the shadow of the bar door, Ning Hao sat on his high stool, looking at the silhouette of Tang Shu on the stage in the distance, as if he saw the moon in the sky.

He stood up, pushed the door open and walked out of the bar. Standing under the real moonlight, he lit a cigarette, lowered his head and exhaled a puff of misty smoke rings.

It was also the first time in his life that he felt that his life, rotting in the mud, was not very satisfying.