"Xiao Le, your voice can't sing anymore. My bar is just a small business. I'm sorry."
"This will always be your home. When you become successful, you must come back and visit."
When the bar owner apologetically asked Fang Xiaole to go out of the back door of the bar and slammed the door on him, Fang Xiaole did not beg nor get angry.
He just stood silently in the alley. After a moment, he tightened the guitar hanging on his shoulder, walked out of the alley, and left the bar where he had been performing for more than a year.
Fang Xiaole walked onto the main street, going against the crowds of people who came to seek pleasure at night, and walked with his head down as he passed by the colorful and decadent bars on both sides of the road.
Fang Xiaole is a bar singer, and the inevitable drinking and staying up late have caused problems for his body.
His throat is damaged.
Fang Xiaole went to many hospitals, but no one could cure him, just like his memory of the place called "Earth" before he traveled through time, which he could not remember no matter how hard he tried.
The bar owner endured for a week out of past friendship, and finally spoke up tonight.
People also need to make money to eat.
Fang Xiaole walked out of the bar street and looked back. The street was as bustling and prosperous as before. It was a paradise for lonely people to pursue their desires, and it was also a stage for singers from the lower class to maintain their dreams.
However, from now on, things like "dreams" have nothing to do with him anymore.
Let’s think about how to survive.
"Tonight, just tonight, let's 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, and after the demolition, several three-story old houses were left.
It is very quiet here and no one comes here. Whenever Fang Xiaole is physically and mentally exhausted, he will climb onto the roof of the old house to sit and watch the stars, drink beer, and talk to the fireflies flying in the sky.
Fang Xiaole calls these old houses his "tree hole houses".
He would pour out all the things he dared not say or could not say in the tree hole house.
Creak, 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 one-third of it.
There are narrow and deep alleys under my feet and a sky full of stars above my head.
"Today is the last time I'll dream. From now on, I'll have to give up my dream of becoming a singing king and just work hard to make a living. Haha..."
Fang Xiaole picked up the beer can, raised his glass to the bright moon, and smiled bitterly at the starry sky.
"I always thought I was very talented and had a great voice. If I could sing those songs, I would definitely be a big hit. But I can't remember those songs at all, and now my voice is broken. Haha... Out of all the singers in the world, I'm probably the one who's doing the worst, right?"
"No, you're 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 jump off a building to commit suicide, so you're not the worst off."
The woman's voice was gentle and pleasant, but her sudden appearance in the darkness was very creepy, and scared Fang Xiaole so much that he almost fell off the roof.
He looked at the roof opposite and could vaguely see a slender figure, but there was no light on the roof of the old house opposite, so he could not see the woman's face clearly.
"Are you a singer too? From the bar street?"
The first thing Fang Xiaole thought of was the bar street where he worked. Most of the resident singers there had hard work, and the beautiful female singers often had to deal with some dirty things.
The image of a bar singer who, unable to bear the pressure of life and various unspoken rules, chose to commit suicide out of despair, suddenly appeared in Fang Xiaole's mind.
The person on the other side seemed stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Yeah, you're singing in Bar Street too?"
"Yeah, meeting is fate, come and have a drink!"
Perhaps because of the darkness and alcohol, Fang Xiaole let down his guard against strangers and threw a can of beer over.
"oops!"
There was a narrow back alley between the two rooftops, less than a meter away. A slender figure hurriedly caught the can of beer and couldn't help but scold:
"You, you threw things at me without even saying a word."
Fang Xiaole chuckled, and the person on the other side also laughed. The atmosphere between the two strangers became inexplicably relaxed, like two old friends who had known each other for many years.
"cheers."
Fang Xiaole raised the beer can towards the opposite side.
"cheers."
The slender figure opened the lid and raised the jar towards him.
Fang Xiaole took a sip, put down the beer can, and found that the person opposite him was still tilting his head back and continued to make gurgling swallowing sounds.
After a moment, she finally put down the beer can and couldn't help burping, then quickly covered her mouth embarrassedly.
Fang Xiaole thought this girl was quite amusing and said with a smile, "You're not going to drink it all in one gulp, are you?"
The man on the other side asked in surprise: "Didn't you say cheers? Didn't you finish your drink?" Then he pointed at him and said: "Drink it quickly! Don't think you can cheat just because you're handsome."
Only then did Fang Xiaole notice that there was a light on the roof on his side, and the people on the opposite side could see his appearance clearly.
"Okay, I'll drink..."
Fang Xiaole didn't care. Being handsome was for show. He finished the wine in the can, wiped his mouth, and asked:
"Handsome guy, are you feeling better after drinking with you?"
The woman refused to give in: "A beautiful woman is drinking with you, are you feeling better?"
"Yeah! I figured it out. Even though my voice is broken and I can no longer sing, I'm still young and can do other things. As long as I work hard, I won't starve to death."
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