his spring breeze

Chapter 340 Jedi Strikes Back, Sake Toasts White Blood (2)

Xu Zhengdong was at a loss for a moment.

"Hey, aren't you, why is a big man crying, can you stop crying, my dad often told me that there are no grasses anywhere in the world, men should take a long-term view."

Gu Qingfeng was immersed in his own world, his eyes were full of misty water, which made Xu Zhengdong even more at a loss.

"Hey, how about I sing you a song? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. —”

"Stop singing, it's ugly!" Gu Qingfeng yelled back.

ugly?

Xu Zhengdong snorted and narrowed his eyes, "You are the first person to say that I sing badly, I remember you."

"I sing better than you!"

Gu Qingfeng said with a bit of tongue rolling.

He is really drunk.

Like a child, he is obsessed with such a naive question.

Xu Zhengdong was not convinced, "Then you can sing to me! If it doesn't sound good, you will pay for my drink."

"If it sounds nice, you pay for the drink."

With that said, Gu Qingfeng staggered up while supporting the table.

Xu Zhengdong didn't know what he was going to do, seeing him staggering, he subconsciously grabbed Gu Qingfeng's arm.

"Why are you going?"

Instead, Gu Qingfeng brushed his hand away.

"Don't worry about it..."

"Hey--"

Xu Zhengdong could only watch helplessly as the man stumbled towards the resident singer.

In this bar, resident singers come to sing every night to earn some tips.

Gu Qingfeng didn't know what he said in the ear of the resident singer, and then the other singer stood up with a smile and gave up his seat.

Gu Qingfeng thanked him, rolled up his sleeves and sat down.

In front of him was a white piano. He put his hands on the piano, lowered his brows, and danced on the keys with his slender fingers.

Slow piano music, along with the prelude part, flows in every corner of the bar.

Xu Zhengdong was inexplicably familiar with this prelude.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Qingfeng's deep, somewhat hoarse voice sounded:

"If your eyes can come for me for a moment..."

"If you could hear the sound of a broken heart..."

"Stay silently guarding you, silently waiting for a miracle..."

"Silently let yourself..."

"Like air..."

Gu Qingfeng's rustling voice carried an inexplicable power to penetrate people's hearts.

The noisy bar just now became quiet in an instant.

Almost everyone in the audience focused their attention on Gu Qingfeng.

So quietly, listening to him singing while playing the piano.

This man with handsome features had a gentle demeanor like jade, but he was hiding an unspeakable pain.

Finally, the chorus part was sung.

The low voice just now suddenly became high-pitched:
With a struggle.

"If you are willing to peel my heart layer by layer, layer by layer..."

"You'll find, you'll be surprised..."

"You are my most repressed and deepest secret."

"If you are willing to peel my heart layer by layer, layer by layer..."

"You will have a sore nose, you will cry, as long as you can hear me and see my whole heart."

offstage.

Xu Zhengdong stared at Gu Qingfeng for a moment.

Seeing his whole body shrouded in golden light and shadow, he looks unreal like an angel.

Look at the corners of his eyes and brows covered with a layer of pain that can crush him.

Seeing his frowning, every word and every sentence of singing seemed to hit the depths of his soul.

Xu Zhengdong was really shocked.

His heart also ached faintly.

I don't know if it was because of Gu Qingfeng's singing voice or because of the lyrics, he was a little out of breath.

Like, empathy.

What a complicated feeling.

……

Just one song.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and Xu Zhengdong also applauded.

Gu Qingfeng stood up, walking with his body still a little shaky.

He stepped off the stage and walked to Xu Zhengdong's side.

Only then did Xu Zhengdong realize that he was crying.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and patted Gu Qingfeng's shoulder vigorously, "Hey, this is the first time I've heard someone sing and cry!"

Gu Qingfeng's face was still slightly drunk.

"Tell me, who sings, it sounds good?"

"You, you, you, you sing the best. I will pay for the wine."

Only then was Gu Qingfeng satisfied.

Gu Qingfeng then asked the bartender for two bottles of spirits.

"How many drinks with me?" Gu Qingfeng asked.

Xu Zhengdong nodded, "Success, I risked my life to accompany the gentleman today!"

Gu Qingfeng just smiled lightly.

His slender fingers shook the wine glass in his hand.

Xu Zhengdong took one of the glasses of wine and drank it down.This wine has no taste, it's just too spicy!
"When you sing, are you thinking about the person you can't love?"

"..." Gu Qingfeng did not refute.

"It's so kind of you, to be able to love someone for 20 years, I envy the kind of feelings of my childhood sweetheart the most."

"You haven't?"

"I don't have one. For so many years, I only have one brother."

His brother is Da Chizi.

Gu Qingfeng smiled but said nothing.

He also has a brother, and the brother is missing.

……

After drinking half of it, Gu Qingfeng left, and Xu Zhengdong also went home.

But that night, Xu Zhengdong didn't sleep well.

He tossed and turned on the bed, staring at the moonlight in a daze.

What's going on, is it because of drinking, why can't I fall asleep?

What's even more wicked is that all he can think about is Gu Qingfeng's face.

The way he plays the piano, the way he sings, so gentle, so sad.

That kind of grief made Xu Zhengdong's heart flustered, as if a hand was rubbing his heart.

what's going on...

Why did he keep thinking about Gu Qingfeng.

"Xiaodong, are you okay?" Xu Kuangjie kept staring at Xu Zhengdong at dinner the next day, and found that his son was absent-minded.

Xu Zhengdong shook his head, he lowered his head to drink the porridge.

Porridge is tasteless, just like eating apples and oranges last time, they are tasteless.

Xu Zhengdong not only lost his memory, he also lost his sense of taste.

But Xu Zhengdong didn't tell Ding Baoyi and Xu Kuangjie about this.

Xu Zhengdong is a poor man, asking for trouble.

"I don't have a fever." Ding Baoyi stretched out his hand, put it on Xu Zhengdong's head, and said to test his temperature.

"Mom, I'm fine. Mom, tell me, would you be surprised if I fell in love with a man?"

"puff--"

Before Ding Baoyi could answer, Xu Kuangjie blew up!
"who do you like???"

"Dad, I'll just say it casually!"

Xu Zhengdong didn't expect Xu Kuangjie to react so strongly.

Xu Kuangjie frowned and looked at his son with a strange look.

"Xiaodong, don't you like Lao Jiang?"

Xu Zhengdong: "?????"

"Dad, why should I like Uncle Jiang!"

"After all, I have understood Lao Jiang's charm for so many years. When I almost stumbled back then, I could barely understand it."

"Go away—" Ding Baoyi kicked the stupid Xu Kuangjie hard.

"Do you think everyone is like you?!"

Xu Kuangjie, who was kicked, rubbed his calf, grinning and staring at Xu Zhengdong, "So who do you like? Qingchi or San'er?"

"Ah, I didn't, I just said it casually!" Xu Zhengdong didn't want to explain.

Ding Baoyi gave Xu Kuangjie a wink:
It's better to like men than Chunhe.

Xu Kuangjie frowned like an earthworm and squirmed:

Wife, I can't stand my son liking men!

Ding Baoyi raised her eyebrows:
What age is this, what can't stand it?
Xu Kuangjie's eyes became more complicated:
I am only such a son, and I still count on him to carry on the family line.

(End of this chapter)