Tu Nian's body stiffened. How could this be seen?
"Or," Bo Qiu didn't give her a chance to explain. He stretched out his tone, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth: "You don't like us disturbing you, and you want to be alone with Chu Qiurong?"
"I--" Tu Nian finally realized that she was being teased. She suppressed the urge to curse and said, "I'm going on stage." Before leaving, she did not forget to pinch Yu Wen Yi Yi to express her dissatisfaction with her for not saving him.
Yu Wenyi gritted his teeth in pain, and when he looked around, Tu Nian had already squeezed into the crowd. Just then, a waiter came over with a tray, serving three glasses of wine and an exquisite pastry platter.
Bo Qiu's lips were still raised impudently, but not out of amusement, but out of excitement - was it really her? Had she grown into such a young woman? But why was her name Tu Nian, and not the one in his memory...
He suppressed his excitement, picked up his glass of wine and touched it to his lips.
"She...Tu Nian, when did she come?" he asked.
"I've been here for a year." Chu Qiurong replied.
"One year?" Bo Qiu looked at him in surprise.
Chu Qiurong put away her phone, picked up the wine glass on the table and shook it: "It's been a year since you left."
"She is you..."
"You can listen to her changes." Chu Qiurong said.
Yu Wen Yiyi, who was sitting opposite, drank while listening to the two people talking in riddles that he couldn't understand. Although he was confused, he didn't intend to ask any more questions.
She came today for two reasons: one was to have fun, and the other was to listen to the song Tu Nian had recently written. It was really unexpected that she could see Chu Qiurong.
If you don't mention that boring thing just now, today was actually pretty good. I had delicious food and got some free drinks. Especially the two men in front of me, they were really pleasing to the eyes.
Yuwen Yiyi, a self-proclaimed "Sea King," had naturally seen many handsome men thanks to her wealth and beauty, but the two before her were truly exceptional, rare finds. Therefore, she couldn't help but sigh—it's true that handsome men always hang out with handsome men.
…
On the other side, Tu Nian, who was about to go on stage, walked to the bar and happened to meet Song Chengming.
"The new song is great." Tu Nian praised sincerely.
Song Chengming smiled and replied, "Looking forward to you."
Tu Nian nodded, she put her guitar on her back, picked up the microphone, and walked towards the stage.
The song Tu Nian was singing at this time was a song she wrote herself.
At the time, she had only the two thousand yuan her mother had left her before she died. Still a minor, she couldn't even find a job, so to avoid debt, she slept next to a stinking trash can. When her last penny was gone, she had no other choice but to pick up the guitar her mother had left her and start performing.
This is the song she wrote when she was performing.
Her songs attracted the crowd as always. Some people squeezed their way to the edge of the stage from the dance floor just to present the roses that he had been holding for a long time.
After singing the original songs, she would sing songs that everyone liked, about freedom, about love... In short, she seemed to know exactly what everyone liked, and she could sing them no matter whether they were highbrow or lowbrow.
Bo Qiu's face was unusually solemn. Her voice was more mature than before, her technique was better than before, but every word in her song was no longer as moving as before.
"What has she been through over the years?"
Chu Qiurong looked at Bo Qiu and then at Tu Nian on the stage, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
When Yu Wenyi heard him say this, he was suddenly confused: "Mr. Bo, did you know her before?"
Bo Qiu nodded first, then suddenly shook his head. Finally, he smiled sheepishly at Yu Wenyi and explained, "I'm a music producer. Chu Qiurong mentioned her to me, so I know her, but she doesn't know me."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yiyi excitedly jumped up from the sofa, looked at Boqiu with a red face and asked, "So, you came here this time for, for..."
"For her." Bo Qiu nodded and motioned her to sit down.
Yu Wen Yiyi fell back on her butt. She touched her burning cheeks in disbelief, then reached out and drank the whole cup of Passion Coast.
She asked Bo Qiu incoherently, "You will definitely help her, right?"
Bo Qiu had long since regained his composure. When she asked him this, a sly smile crossed his face. "What else can I do? Can I sell her? If I do, it would be more profitable to sell you."
"Oh! That's definitely not possible." Yuwen Yiyi always liked to joke around, so she wasn't too angry after hearing Bo Qiu's words. However, she changed her mind and decided to warn him, "By the way, don't joke like that with Ayang. She hates it. You just joked with her, and if it weren't for Boss Chu's face, Ayang would probably have hit you."
When Bo Qiu heard this, his eyes lit up again: "Why, does she often fight with others?"
As soon as the topic of gossip came up, Yuwen Yiyi immediately became excited. She stood up and sat next to Bo Qiu, and began to say, "That's right! Once, she..."
From then on, the two began to dig deep into Tu Nian's past.
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Finally, by two in the morning, the bar had quieted down. People had all left the bar, either walking or carrying things, leaving only a few lonely, heartbroken young men and women still mumbling in their seats.
Tu Nian, who had just stepped off the stage, had already changed into casual clothes and was now leaning against the bar, sipping a glass of Godfather.
Seeing Tu Nian frowning frequently, the bartender scratched his buzz cut and whispered, "Sister Tu, how about getting you a different drink?"
Tu Nian stopped drinking when she heard the voice. She rubbed the lipstick marks on the edge of the cup with her fingertips for a few times, and there was an indescribable bitterness in her eyes when she looked into the cup.
"Sister Tu..."
"Just make this one." Tu Nian looked up and smiled at him.
After saying that, she took the bag and rummaged through it for a while, finally pulling out a slightly wrinkled dark green banknote and handing it to him.
As soon as the boy saw the fifty-dollar bill, he immediately shook his head and retracted his outstretched hand as if he had been electrocuted.
"Take it." Tu Nian extended his hand forward again.
"I really can't, Sister Tu." The boy, looking like he was about to cry, pushed her hand back. "I already took your money yesterday, so I don't dare take it again today."
"you……"
Tu Nian was about to say something else when someone behind him patted him on the shoulder. Turning around, he saw that it was Chu Qiurong who had returned after a phone call.
"Don't make it difficult for Xiao Fu. I don't need this little money from you."
"Boss!" The boy was as if he had been pardoned.
"Go and pack up, that's all for today." Chu Qiurong said to him.
The boy responded and quickly slipped away. Suddenly, Tu Nian and Chu Qiurong were the only ones left at the bar.
Tu Nian leaned back with the cup in his hand, still sipping the wine in small sips, making it clear that he didn't want to pay any attention to the person next to him.
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