Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 13

I don't know if it was because Jing Sheng's words at the dinner table that night had an impact on her, or because my younger brother was alone at home and worried about his suspicion.

In the past few days, Yu Zhile will return to Chen Fang's old house for the night.

She and Yu Zhi'an hardly talked, and they rarely had the chance to meet each other.

This kid always doesn't know where to go to fool around, and usually doesn't come home until midnight.

For four days, Yu Zhile hadn't seen him open his schoolbag once and glance at a corner of the textbook.

Of course she didn't want to bother with him, she got up early every night, went to the cake shop as usual, and started a new day's work.

Today, Yu Zhile arrived earlier than Zhang Sitian, so he simply tidied up in the store first.

Picking up the book on the rattan chair and cleaning the window glass, the morning sun has sent a beam of light as a morning gift.

The wooden ladder rattled, and Zhang Sitian yawned and came down from the attic.

Yu Zhile looked over: "Didn't you go home yesterday?"

The coral fleece nightgown on her body has not been changed, Zhang Sitian used her fingers as a comb to scratch her hair: "Yes, for the kid's birthday, I ordered a whole dessert table, and I stayed up all night to finish it."

"What time did you go to sleep?"

"03:30."

Yu Zhile raised her chin, and said in a commanding tone, "Go up and sleep for a while."

Zhang Sitian shook his hand: "No, the biological clock is like this, so I can't fall asleep."

She went around behind the bar, bent down and looked for a while, but she couldn't find it, then raised her eyes and asked, "Where are the books I put here?"

"I put it on the table." Yu Zhile returned, walked back to the baking room, and scrubbed the rag.

Zhang Sitian raised her upper body and locked on the target: "Oh, this."

She leaned against the door of the baking room, showed the book in the ocher cover, and shook Zhile: "Did you see what's inside?"

"What?" Yu Zhile turned her head, half of her face just ran into the sunlight, where the skin was almost translucent: "I don't care."

Zhang Sitian spread out the book casually, and pulled out two ticket-like things: "Here, the invitation card."

"Ok?"

"Guess who came over yesterday?" Zhang Sitian's tone suddenly seemed like a falling water splash, ready to splash easily at any time.

Yu Zhile didn't buy her deliberate trickery, and only responded with one word perfunctorily: "Who?"

"Yan An!" Zhang Sitian yelled, and then stopped: "Yan An! Do you believe it? He is back, and he even came to our store!"

The friend's surprise did not rain on Yu Zhile's head, on the contrary, it was a sharp ice pick.

The woman in front of the sink suddenly stopped moving and making no sound.

It seems that if you move, you will get stuck in something.

Where did Zhang Sitian pay attention, she still felt sorry for herself: "He asked you, will you be there then?"

Yu Zhile lowered her head, as if she wanted to push back some emotions with her chin, she walked back to Zhang Sitian and asked, "What invitation card?"

Zhang Sitian handed over one: "He opened a bar, it will open tomorrow night, and he will sing tonight, please invite us to watch, VIP invitation card."

The ticket was held between her fingers, and she shook it mischievously back and forth, "Ouch, of course the focus is on you."

Yu Zhile drew it directly, narrowed her eyes, and saw the name of the bar, she was slightly taken aback.

home.

The song he sang to her was a song he had just finished writing, and she had just become his student at that time.

On the second night, after eight o'clock, the first valet driver happened to pass Yuchang Ancient Street on his way back and forth.

The address of Yan An's bar is right next door.

On the first day of opening, plus the boss is a well-known folk singer in China, so it is also doomed to be crowded and eye-catching at this moment.

No matter how small the folk songs are, the power of the group of fans should not be underestimated.

Walking through the sidewalk, Yu Zhile saw its name clearly, with the same simple and simple font as on the invitation letter.

On such a street full of feasting lights and mottled lights, returning home seems too peaceful and uncontroversial.The light is soft and light, quietly filling from the window.

In some places, you will want to rush into a thousand cups to relieve your worries, on the dance floor where no one can recognize anyone, tears streaming down your face, shaking your arms and screaming.

But in some places, you just want to sit alone, drink alone with a small cup of silence, and digest the joy and sorrow of the years alone.

Home is the second kind of place.

Yu Zhile stood at the door for a while, seemingly hesitating.

Seeing this, a boy in a white shirt walked over and asked, "Miss, it's cold outside, why don't you go in and have a seat, if you don't want to drink, there is tea."

Yu Zhile looked at him, and stretched out her right hand that had been in her pocket all the time, and the invitation card that she had folded up and had been scratched by the fabric was also exposed to the air.

"Oh!" Seeing the VIP card in her hand, the boy exclaimed, and became more enthusiastic: "It's the boss's guest, please come this way."

Yu Zhile followed him to the higher part of the store, where there were only a few tables, but with a wider space and vision.

The boy said to sit casually, so she found a corner seat.

The stage was surprisingly simple. Behind the stand-up mic, there was already a man humming with a guitar, and he was the only one.

Of course Yu Zhile recognized him, maybe it was because of the stubble, he looked a little older, and his voice was more vicissitudes than before.His voice used to be like a river, flowing clear and bright, with shimmering light, but now it seems to be mixed with sand, the sand is very fine, it doesn’t hurt the ears at all, on the contrary, it is very comfortable, it flows slowly, and then slowly, Settled in the bottom of the heart.

Yu Zhile could hear it fascinated.

It wasn't until the waiter brought a glass of lemonade that she looked away and thanked her.

Some people were chatting in the bar, but most of them were quietly listening to his playing and singing.

He sang another song "In an Moment", his famous song. Two years earlier, he went to a foreign bar to reside in a bar. Some netizens took pictures of him singing and posted them on Weibo.

But in two days, the video of less than 6 minutes has reached tens of millions of views.

The man embraced the guitar, with charming facial features, submerged in the obscurity, and the sudden explosion after the crooning shocked many people.

Since then, the name of Yan An, including the songs he wrote, has become an indispensable one in many playlists related to folk songs.

He sang on stage, and many fans who came here especially for his fame joined in the audience.

For a moment, all the familiar melodies floating in the hall were neat and lingering, and some young girls were already in tears.

"That's why you treat me like a treasure."

Yu Zhile clearly remembered that he got up from the ground, held the guitar in one hand, rubbed her head with the other, sighed softly, and said such a sentence.

At that time, she retorted confidently: "You sang very well, one day, it must not be me, I am not the only one who likes your song, there will be a group of people, many people, a large group of people in the dark. Sing with you in the audience."

Thinking of this, Yu Zhile smiled lightly.

It seems to be ok, the purpose of her coming here today is probably for this scene, this moment, to see what he looks like when his dream comes true.

Completed.

At the end of the song, Yu Zhile got up, ready to leave.

It was also at this moment that the warm lights in the entire bar suddenly dimmed, as if a gray curtain covered the setting sun.

Yan An was on the stage, leaning quietly to the microphone, and said, "I returned to Ning City this summer. Everyone knows that I have been singing in Sichuan Province for the past few years."

He went on to say: "People say that returning home is a good job. In fact, the me the year before last was barely a good job. You should all know me there, right?"

The audience laughed, applauded, and recognized.

"Don't laugh," Yan An said, "but I haven't dared to come back, I'm afraid to see someone."

"I am a student."

He smiled: "As a teacher, I am actually afraid of the students, and no one will believe me if I say it, right?"

Another burst of laughter.

"Ningshi is my hometown. I stayed here after graduation. I opened a musical instrument store with my friends and worked as a guitar teacher."

"People who engage in music inevitably have romantic dreams. However, I was very unconfident at the time, thinking that I would always be mediocre."

"Later I had a little fan."

"It's my student."

"She learns guitar from me. She, what is learning guitar? If you don't study hard, she wants me to sing to her every day."

The man on the stage let out a long sigh:
"Very annoying, little girl, the most difficult and most irresistible little girl."

"I have no choice but to sing to her over and over again."

"Just this annoying girl," Yan An said after a pause, "I fell in love with her."

After the man finished speaking, there were screams in the bar.

"I wrote her a song and I didn't sing it in front of anyone but her."

"Six years apart from her, I finally dare to come back, back here, my hometown, where I knew her."

"I know she's here, so I'll sing this song for her again, this song belongs only to her."

Yan An began to pluck the strings, and a pleasant prelude flowed from his fingertips.

"The name of the song is also the name of the bar, where it belongs."

"I'm back, and you're coming too, okay?"

The judges were making noise, as if they were the protagonists of the song, and they were excited and uncontrollable.

Only the eyes of the man on the stage were distracted, he didn't look at any one place, as if he was asking a question in the empty air, no one knew where his true feelings were going.

Yu Zhile stopped on the wooden ladder, not surprised by what she saw.

But she still wanted to leave after listening to this song.

Jing Sheng was dragged out to drink by Lin Yue. For several days in a row, he was bored with the demolition work and couldn't get out of the house.

Knowing that Chenfang is a problem left over from history, but it is so huge and complicated that he did not expect it.

Apart from Lin Yue, there are several other friends.

One of them, Zhou Xinming, is a shareholder of this clean bar, so I specially invited his brothers to come over for a drink and support the scene.

Occasionally, it is also a pastime.

"I really like Lao Yan's songs." Zhou Xinming looked at the crowds of people below: "With him here, there is no need to worry about business."

Jing Sheng propped his forehead, absently biting the straw in front of him.As a lover of rock and electronic music, he doesn't like this kind of music style that hums like sesame paste.

Zhou Xinming turned around and asked curiously, "Why didn't Shengzi drink today?"

"He said he had a headache." Lin Yue answered for him.

Zhou Xinming smiled slightly: "It must be Chen Fang's business."

Every ghost knew that Jing Sheng was grinding his teeth in his heart.

Next, Jing Sheng's goosebumps almost covered his sweater when he heard an affectionate monologue by that folk singer.

But the friends around me, inexplicably applauded along with the excitement.

He shuddered for a moment, wanting to pee.

The man starts humming:
"I'm not sleepy,

My heart is all about you,
no reason,

don't want to escape,

Girl, why do I think of you?
I would sigh,
why sigh,
Because of you, I have never been like myself, very stupid..."

During this period, Jing Sheng, whose shoulders were drooping and cartilage all over his body, gradually stiffened his upper body.

A few words, as if talking about themselves, are surprisingly applicable.

At this moment, a continuous scream suddenly sounded from the slightly lower seat.

Because the man on the stage, while playing and singing with his eyebrows lowered, gradually raised his head to look at a certain place, and after that, his eyes never left.

Lin Yue, who has always loved to join in the fun, also howled, which was quite ear-piercing.

The singer named Yan An was still humming softly:

"I try to suppress,

keep your distance
so deliberate,

helpless,

Girl, when I saw you,
I would suffocate,
why suffocate,
Because of you, you are so beautiful that I can't help myself, very emotional..."

Everyone followed his gaze, and Lin Yue took a sip of his wine, and excitedly followed everyone to look for him.

He saw a tall woman standing on the top step of the stairs.She stood leaning against the wall, neither happy nor sad, neither angry nor frightened.

It seems a little... familiar?
Where have you seen it?

really familiar...

Lin Yue desperately recalled that the song at this moment had also reached the high-spirited part.

"Don't want to stop--

can't stop-"

Fans are cheering, sharing the true feelings from their idols.

Suddenly, an image and a name flashed in Lin Yue's mind.

He almost subconsciously arched his friend next to him, and shouted at him, "Jing Sheng! Jing Sheng!"

"What are you doing?" Jing Sheng replied annoyed, hearing the song's lyrics made his liver ache.

He grabbed his arm and pointed straight ahead: "Look! Is that the female driver? The woman Yan An saw, is it the female driver you showed me last time?"

Jing Sheng looked up without thinking.

He stared at her, the surroundings were dim, and he could only make out.

It is also at this moment that the song reaches its climax:

"My girl,

I want to see you at the mountain flower,
I want to see you in the shade,
I want to see you in the rain,
I want to see you in the white snow..."

His heart was going to jump out of his throat, it was really her, it was really her, he was here, and he saw her.

Jing Sheng looked at her without blinking, breathing so fast that he was trembling, everything in front of his eyes turned gray, but she was the only one who was bright with a circle of light.There is still a deep and lingering singing voice in his ears:
"My girl, you smile brightly, your appearance is my homecoming,
My girl, you go home, I really miss you,

Come home, come, come, my girl, I really miss you. "

(End of this chapter)