"Haha." Zhou Yiyang laughed dryly. The original owner's words were indeed worthy of the title of playboy. But he was truly a novice in love. "Although I've had many relationships, I was fully committed every time, and every breakup was heartbreaking. Looking back, those stories are still vivid in my mind..."
After Zhou Yiyang finished speaking, he realized that how he described him sounded like a scumbag.
However, Ning Mang was amused: "I never thought that Mr. Zhou is also a sentimental person."
Zhou Yiyang breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed a literary youth. Now all he needed was another glass of wine and a story.
"But what I remember most is a love that never even began."
"Oh?" Ning Mang was indeed interested.
Just then, the guests suddenly screamed.
Zhou Yiyang, who had already begun to build up his emotions and prepare to tell a story, was stunned by this unexpected event. When he came to his senses, he found that Ning Mang had stood up excitedly.
This, this posture, is as if seeing a superstar.
Zhou Yiyang quickly turned around. He noticed when he came that there was a stage in the center of the bar, but it was empty.
He was also thinking at the time, if the boss was a smart man, would he invite Yue Shao to sing a song.
If that's the case, he could agree reluctantly.
Who knew that the boss had no such idea at all.
And now, a man wearing a straw hat, flip-flops, and tanned as if he had just returned from fishing at the beach sat on the chair.
Under the warm light, a taciturn man looks like a folk singer.
"You know what," Ning Mang said excitedly, "This bar is so popular because of him."
Zhou Yiyang nodded in understanding. In such a coastal city where people come and go, all of them are just passers-by, the songs of folk singers always easily touch the heartstrings.
Just like the name of this bar, everyone who comes here is on the road.
"His name is Idiot."
"What?" Zhou Yiyang suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"He gave himself the stage name of Fool."
The fool took out a ukulele from behind his back and began to sing.
The cheerful ukulele, the melancholic lyrics, the vicissitudes of life in the smoky voice. All these things seem incompatible, but when they come together, they give people an inexplicable feeling of moving.
"You sing with such heart!" Wang Xingrui subconsciously touched the corner of her eyes. She was clearly just listening to the song with her ears, but she didn't expect that a picture would appear in front of her eyes.
Zhou Yiyang nodded frequently and understood why this singer called "Shazi" was so popular.
When it comes to singing skills, his singing skills compared to Wang Xingrui are like an ant compared to an elephant, not worth mentioning.
However, the storytelling ability of his voice is a gift that many famous singers envy.
As soon as he opens his mouth, it's as if you've walked into his story.
Such a singer is indeed suitable as a folk singer.
But if he wants to go further, skills are the limitation he must break through.
And whether it can be original is also the key.
Zhou Yiyang believed that if he promoted a folk singer who sang songs written by others, it would be basically difficult for him to become popular.
After giving up the idea of signing this person, Zhou Yiyang still liked his voice very much.
Coincidentally, the second song of the fool was a love song, written for his first love.
Ning Mang's expression really changed. He sighed and began to feel sad.
"Oh!" Zhou Yiyang sighed, his eyes filled with restrained sadness.
It was as if Zhou Yiyang didn't want to be seen by others, but couldn't help but express his emotions naturally.
At that moment, Ning Mang suddenly believed Zhou Yiyang's words and felt that he was a kindred spirit.
Zhou Yiyang himself began to admire his acting skills. As expected, as he trained the actors every day, his own acting skills also improved by leaps and bounds.
"That year," Zhou Yiyang spoke slowly, his voice low and dejected, as if he were telling someone else's story. "The first time I saw her, the smile she gave me when she looked back at me, I still can't forget it."
"Me too." Ning Mang really put himself in her shoes: "I love her too. She is the most beautiful rose in France."
"What a pity," Zhou Yiyang's eyes rolled, probably guessing Ning Mang's story: "She and I never spoke a word. We were not in the same class, and every time we met, I just looked at her from afar. It wasn't until she went abroad to study that I regretted it."
"Me too," Ning Mang said, feeling even more heartbroken. He took a sip of his wine and said, "We broke up after I returned to China. She got married a while ago and invited me, but I wasn't the groom."
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