The warm lights of the 'Old Place' pub streamed across the red carpet in the center of the stage.
A middle-aged man sat on a high stool, the cuffs of his denim shirt casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing his well-defined wrists.
The wooden guitar in his arms was covered with yellowed cartoon stickers, all of which were pasted on Tang Xiaoxiao when he was a child. One of the pink bear stickers had curled up at the corners and trembled slightly as he played.
"I hope the road you walk on is paved with stars..."
"I...I hope you are happy..."
His fingertips plucked the strings, the sound was clean yet hoarse with time. The tune of the folk song he created was slow and gentle, and each note seemed to be soaked in moonlight.
When he sang "I hope you are happy", his gaze passed over the crowd in the audience and looked towards the bar, where Tang's mother was wiping the wine glass with her head down, her lips tightly pursed.
The spotlight shone on the slightly raised brows and straight nose of this middle-aged handsome old man, outlining his unique mature features. Several female customers in the audience quietly raised their mobile phones, facing the stage with admiration in their eyes.
This original folk song was written by a Chinese man for his daughter, Tang Xiaoxiao.
Tang's father was 30 years old when he had Tang Xiaoxiao. He was also a handsome boy, but he had some white hair on his temples.
Most of the female customers in the pub were attracted by his looks and talent.
In the booth diagonally behind the stage, the warm yellow halo of the table lamp fell on the glass wine glass, and the ice cubes collided with each other, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound.
The man with side-swept bangs rested his elbows on the edge of the table, pouring wine for Yinchuan sitting across from him. The amber liquid slowly climbed up the wall of the glass, and then he joked to the sister sitting next to him:
"Little Pomelo, didn't you always love clinging to your brother Yinchuan? You chased him around and called him the 'Violin Prince' every day. Why are you so listless now? You don't seem excited at all?"
Hearing this, the girl called Xiaoyouzi laughed out loud, and her high ponytail swung as she moved, with the pink bow at the end of her hair being particularly eye-catching.
She had a little baby fat on her cheeks and the sweet face of a girl next door. She twirled a glass in her hand and said with a smile, "I'm only a fan of my God Gu now!"
After a pause, he added: "Of course, Brother Yinchuan is also very handsome."
Apparently, this is a little fangirl from Guangya.
"...Gu? God Gu?"
The man with side bangs raised an eyebrow and tapped his fingers on the table. "His name is Gu Luo, right? He's been all over the sports and entertainment news lately, and he's really popular."
He paused, trying to recall, "He broke that Olympic record in the high jump, right? Little Jiji is pretty impressive."
When Gu Luo was mentioned, Xiao Youzi sat up straight instantly, her eyes shining like stars, and her previous laziness was swept away: "Yes, yes! My Gu Shen is super handsome!"
She counted on her fingers, speaking as fast as jumping beans:
"He has excellent grades, can write songs and sing. He looked stunning singing the opening song at the sports meet! He can also play the suona, and the inheritors of intangible cultural heritage praise him! He's also an athletic prodigy, easily breaking Olympic records. And most importantly, he's incredibly handsome!!!"
As she spoke, she suddenly covered her face with her hands, and an excited scream escaped from between her fingers. Her cheeks flushed red, and she looked like a typical fangirl:
"The last time I ran into him in the school corridor, he was wearing a white shirt, the sun shining on his hair, my heart was beating so fast that I almost fainted!"
Yinchuan sipped his wine and looked at Xiao Youzi, who was so excited that he was incoherent, with curiosity in his eyes.
He knew Gu Luo himself. It was this little brother who had a conflict with Luo Shuning last time.
The man with side bangs shook his head, feeling helpless and jealous: "Alright, alright, your school's Gu Shen is the most powerful. Look at you now, you are like a crazy fan."
As a sister complex person, you can imagine how I feel when I see my own sister being such a fan of a little boy.
“That’s a must!”
Little Youzi nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She didn't notice at all that Tang's father had stopped singing on the stage and was changing songs. She even glanced at them curiously a few times - the praises for Gu Luo just now could be heard clearly even on the stage.
The warm light in the pub, the lingering sound of the guitar, and the girl's laughter mixed together to form the most vivid background of this autumn night.
The man with side bangs looked at his sister Xiaoyouzi, who was covering her face with her hands and acting like a fangirl. The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and his fingertips unconsciously scratched the edge of the wine glass, and the water droplets on the wall of the glass wet his fingertips.
He cleared his throat, his tone tentative, yet also concealed a subtle nervousness:
"Little Pomelo...you...are you...in love with Gu Luo?"
After asking this question, he felt his heart beating in his throat. He subconsciously clenched his fists and stared at his sister's profile, afraid to hear the affirmative answer from her.
This is fatal for a sister-con.
His sister has always been very arrogant since she was young, and the boys chasing her can be seen lining up from the school to the street corner. Now she is so obsessed with a boy of the same age, and as her brother, he can't help but feel anxious.
You know, some so-called "idols" will "stir up fans".
"Then I like it!"
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