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"Xiao Le, your voice can no longer sing. My bar is also a small business, so I'm sorry."
"This will always be your home. You must come back and visit when you get better in the future."
When the bar owner apologetically invited Fang Xiaole out of the back door of the bar and shut him out with a bang, Fang Xiaole did not plead or get 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, going against the crowd of people who came to have fun at night, and passed by the colorful and luxurious bars on both sides of the road.
Fang Xiaole is a bar singer. The inevitable alcohol and staying up late caused him physical problems.
His voice is broken.
Fang Xiaole has been to many hospitals, but nothing can cure him, just like Fang Xiaole can't remember the memory of the place called "Earth" before he traveled.
Out of past friendship, the bar owner endured it for a week and finally spoke tonight.
People also want to make money to eat.
Fang Xiaole walked out of the bar street and looked back. This street is as noisy and bustling as ever. It is a paradise for lonely people to pursue their desires, and it is also a stage for singers at the bottom to maintain their dreams.
It¡¯s just that from now on, things like ¡°dreams¡± have 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 his guitar on his back. After walking for more than an hour, he came to a remote and deserted old street.
This street used to be a shantytown. After demolition, several three-story old houses were left.
It is very quiet here, no one will come over. Whenever he is exhausted physically and mentally, Fang Xiaole will climb to the roof of the old house and sit and watch the stars, drink beer, and talk to the fireflies flying in the sky.
Fang Xiaole calls these old houses his ¡°tree cave houses¡±.
On weekdays, he would dump all the things he dared not say or couldn't say in the tree hole house.
Crunch Fang Xiaole climbed up the old stairs to the roof of an old house, walked to the edge and sat down, put down his guitar, opened a can of beer, and drank a third of it.
There are narrow and deep alleys under your feet, and a sky full of stars above your head.
"Today is the last time I have a dream. From now on, I will give up my dream of becoming a singer and start running for life, haha"
Fang Xiaole picked up the beer can, raised his glass to the bright moon, and smiled miserably at the stars.
"I always thought that I was very talented and had a good voice. If I could sing those songs, I would be a hit, but I can't remember those songs, and now my voice is broken, haha among all the singers in the world , I¡¯m probably the one who has suffered the worst, right?¡±
"No, you are not as miserable as me."
Fang Xiaole was talking to himself facing the starry sky, when a woman's voice suddenly came from the roof of the old house opposite.
¡°Because I¡¯m also a singer, and I¡¯m about to commit suicide by jumping off a building, so you¡¯re not the worst offender.¡±
This woman¡¯s voice was gentle and sweet, but it was so penetrating when she suddenly appeared in the darkness that Fang Xiaole almost fell off the roof in fright.
He looked towards the roof opposite and could vaguely see a slender figure, but there were no lights on the roof of the old house opposite, so the woman's face could not be seen clearly.
"Are you also a singer? From the bar street?"
Fang Xiaole immediately thought of the bar street where he worked. Most of the resident singers there were very hard-working, and beautiful female singers often had to face some nasty things.
The image of a female bar singer who could not bear the pressure of life and various hidden rules, and chose to commit suicide out of frustration, emerged in Fang Xiaole's mind.
The person on the other side seemed stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Yes, you also sing in the bar street?"
"Yes, it's fate that we meet each other, let's have a drink!"
Probably because of the darkness and alcohol, Fang Xiaole put down his guard against strangers and threw a can of beer over.
"oops!"
There is a narrow back alley between the rooftops on both sides, less than one meter away. The slender figure hurriedly caught the can of beer and couldn't help but scolded:
"You're a guy who doesn't even say a word when you throw something at me."
Fang Xiao???
A provocative voice sounded from the other side, and she seemed to be covering her mouth and laughing softly in the darkness.
Fang Xiaole raised the corners of his mouth, plucked the guitar strings with his fingers, and a sweet and charming melody flowed from his fingertips. After a short prelude, he sang softly:
¡°When I can¡¯t sleep in the middle of the night, I turn my mood into a song.¡±
¡°I had to go to the rooftop to find another dream.¡±
Lin Yao then said:
"I was woken up in my sleep, and I'm still not sure."
"How could there be a moving melody on the rooftop opposite?"
"My voice is so nice and my singing skills are so good. Why haven't I heard of this guy in Bar Street?"
I just don¡¯t know what it looks like.
Fang Xiaole was a little surprised.
"I quietly closed the door and went up with hope."
"It turns out to be the person who often appears in my dreams."
The gentle and melodious voice was like spring breeze or drizzle, gently flowing into the eardrums. Fang Xiaole followed up:
"Isn't that person the vague person in my dream?"
¡°We have the same tacit understanding.¡±
"Use an antenna"
Lin Yao answered: "Use the antenna"
The two of them chorused in tacit understanding: "Line up in the shape of loving you."
Oh~
Lin Yao: "Singing your song on the rooftop."
Fang Xiaole: "On the roof with the person I love."
Although the other party¡¯s face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, Fang Xiaole could feel the soft smile on her lips when she sang this line.
Although the other person¡¯s voice was a little hoarse, Lin Yao felt that he was really handsome playing the guitar and singing, and he was so talented that he could write such a beautiful song.
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"There is a beautiful encounter on this roof~"
¡°Singing your song on the rooftop~¡±
"On the roof with me, my love"
In the abandoned old street, in the cold night, in the clear and melodious singing.
Two lonely souls suddenly met (remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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