After the breakup, my identity as a singing god was exposed

Chang Qian's trip was obviously much more thoughtful than Liu Xuan and Lu Yuqing. She stayed in a relatively luxurious secret resort inn at night.

There are really no high-end hotels in the entire scenic area.

After saying goodbye to the two, Liu Xuan, Gao Yu and others returned to the youth hostel, and Pengcuo Sangji also said goodbye and went home.

Unexpectedly, the innkeeper was still awake. When he saw Liu Xuan and his group, he greeted them with a smile.

Liu Xuan asked them to go upstairs first as he planned to talk to the boss.

After handing a cigarette to the boss, Liu Xuan repeated his previous question: "You are also a musician, right?"

After a moment's silence, the boss nodded: "It's all in the past."

Liu Xuan lit a cigarette for himself and continued, "You can see that the guitar is covered in dust."

The boss smoked in silence, as if he was recalling unhappy past events.

"What made you give up music and open an inn here?"

Liu Xuan lay on the counter, looking at the innkeeper quietly.

The boss took a long puff of his cigarette and said, "There's no point in saying all this, and the hotel doesn't make much money. I feel like I can't hold on any longer, and I might go bankrupt in a few days."

This was within Liu Xuan's expectations. First of all, the location of the youth hostel was not very good. It was in a very deep alley, and the hotel environment was very poor.

Among the many tourists who come here, he can't think of anyone willing to spend money to live here, except students and people like him who have nowhere to go.

After all, when all hotels are full, this is the only place you can find a place to stay.

With a bed costing twenty-five yuan and a standard room costing sixty-eight yuan, it is indeed difficult to make any money.

I guess I can barely earn enough to pay the rent.

Liu Xuan asked him: "Why don't you think about raising the price?"

The boss smiled bitterly and said, "At least there are people staying here at this price, even in such an environment. If you raise the price any further, I'm afraid the passengers would rather stay in the car for a night than come to my place."

Liu Xuan nodded and asked, "Then why don't you think about decorating it?"

The boss took a puff of his cigarette and said bitterly, "I have no money, boss. Do you think everyone is as rich as your big star?"

Liu Xuan sighed. This is the life of the lower class people. It’s not that they don’t have the opportunity to start a business, but they just don’t have the funds to do so.

Even in this scenic spot where you can make money just by lying down, there are still people who worry about lack of money.

Liu Xuan asked a crucial question: "What is the meaning of you staying here?"

Hearing this, the boss opened his mouth and looked out the door.

He narrowed his eyes and was silent for a while before saying, "Waiting for someone."

Liu Xuan seemed to understand a little bit, and he said: "Tell me your story."

The boss shook his head: "There's nothing to talk about."

Liu Xuan was not relenting: "After hearing your story, maybe I can help you run this hotel."

He is not groundless.

Now his position in the entertainment industry is precarious, and he needs to invest in a place where he can find a place to make money after leaving the entertainment industry.

As for Zhagana’s other hotels or entertainment industries, even if he is willing to invest, the returns he receives may not be proportional to the investment.

However, if you invest some money in this precarious hotel and renovate it, I believe it will be a very good choice in this scenic spot where there is no shortage of tourists.

If you want to attract traffic, a catchy theme is essential, for example, the boss himself is a musician.

The word "literature and art" will inevitably attract a certain audience.

After hearing Liu Xuan's words, the boss looked at Liu Xuan in surprise.

Then look around.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and talked about his past.

"As for me, I used to be a poor boy with a dream of music. When I was in the most difficult time, I was so poor that I only had the guitar on the wall. When I was in college, I met a girl from Shanghai. Her family was very well-off and she was a real rich second-generation."

"She envied my talent and I coveted her beauty. We fell in love very quickly. Then she would lean on my shoulder and listen to me playing the guitar and singing. At that time, I always thought that we would graduate smoothly, get married, have children, and live a happy life."

"Later, on her 20th birthday, her suitor, who was also a second-generation rich man, gave her a watch worth more than 100,000 yuan, and her father gave her a Jaguar sports car worth more than 600,000 yuan. My gift was only the cheap perfume that I had saved up by eating instant noodles for a month. At that moment, I seemed to understand the gap between us."

The boss lit another cigarette.

Liu Xuan frowned: "So you chose to break up?"

The boss shook his head and said, "At that time, I was still hoping for the best, so after the party, I said I forgot to prepare a gift and didn't give her the gift I had prepared. I just bought her a bouquet of flowers from a roadside flower shop. She was very happy at the time and didn't blame me for not receiving my gift."

Liu Xuan sighed. It was a typical love story between a poor boy and a rich girl.

He could also understand what his boss did. It was his deep-rooted self-esteem that was at work.

The boss continued, "At the time, I thought we could really go on like this, until she took me to meet her parents. The cold eyes of her relatives made me feel the gap."

"Her father's words were hurtful, and her sister's contempt made me feel ashamed. Finally, when her mother asked me how I could afford to give their daughter, who had grown up in luxury, a rich life, I remained silent, and then I fled."

"Afterwards, she didn't blame me for my impolite behavior. Knowing that I was in a bad mood, she took me on a trip. We traveled along the Long-Tibet line and saw the desert and plains. Zhagana was the last stop of our trip and the end of our love."

"I have never been able to face my inner cowardice, so I proposed a breakup here."

"She told me to wait for her, and that she would make a career, leave her family, and come back here to find me."

"I didn't want her to break up with her family because of me, and I also knew I couldn't give her the life she wanted, so I told her I didn't love her anymore, and then I paid a woman from a bath center to pretend to be my new girlfriend, which drove her away."

"After that, I never heard from her again. I wandered from city to city with my guitar on my back, but I could never forget her."

"I remembered her promise, and then I used all my savings from singing to take over this inn."

"It's been three years, and I haven't waited for her. I can't hold on any longer, so I should let go of this relationship and focus on my life."

"I didn't dare to sing for the past three years. Whenever I played the guitar, I would think of her face and suffer from insomnia due to sadness."

The innkeeper refilled his cigarette.

Liu Xuan stared blankly at this man who had suffered a setback in his relationship, feeling mixed emotions.

He also had a failed relationship, but that was more self-inflicted.

The experience of the innkeeper perhaps more directly describes the gap between classes. Even in this harmonious era, love must be based on equal status.

Liu Xuan looked at his boss: "Since you can't let it go, why don't you try to contact her? Maybe she is waiting for you too."

The innkeeper smiled bitterly and shook his head: "What will happen if we get in touch? Will we continue to look at her family's eyes and continue to insist on so-called love in the midst of inferiority?"

Liu Xuan sighed.

This may be the reason why people began to hate literary young people. Even if they love someone deeply, they are unwilling to let go of their so-called self-esteem, let alone work hard for a relationship. They have to rely on others to maintain a relationship.

Of course, this was his thinking from an outsider's perspective. Perhaps if he really experienced the same thing as the innkeeper, he might not be able to do better than him.