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Chapter 29

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Ten Miles of Spring Breeze [Collect, Monthly Ticket]

(In the last few hours of 2016, I hope everyone can forget about the good and bad things and embrace the coming 2017 with all your strength … P.S. I have been going back and forth to the hospital these two days, so the updates are not stable. I hope everyone can continue to support me.)

Hengshan Road was like Sanlitun Road to Beijing to Shanghai. Every city had a place like this, such as Xi 'an's Defu Lane and Chengdu's Lan Kwai Fang. Every time the night fell and the lanterns were lit, the men and women in the city would go out in full force. The pressure accumulated during the day would be released at this time. They might be lonely, lonely or sad. They would drink to drown their sorrows, listen to songs to kill time, and release their nature in madness. Everyone had their own way and purpose.

What about Qin Sheng?

Qin Sheng definitely went to the bar many times. But most of the time, he went to the bar to listen to a girl sing and protect her at the same time. He did not want to be bullied by those men who had lost their minds because of the alcohol.

This girl was called Su Qin.

Hengshan Road, YOUNG Bar. This was a folk bar with simple but elegant decoration. As long as you wanted to drink, basically, you could drink any kind of wine. But so far, there had not been any famous bands or singers. The boss did not reject anyone. As long as you were willing to be a resident singer, you could have a try, provided that the boss liked your songs.

When he was in college, Qin Sheng often came here. Xia Ding and the others also came to join in the fun. Most of the time, he was alone. A glass of beer could sit for a whole night, and the beer was given by the boss. Just like in high school, in the South Lane Bar at the foot of the city wall of the South Gate, they would sing and he would not get tired of it.

When he went back to Shanghai, Qin Sheng went to the Sichuan restaurant to eat, but he did not come here for a walk. It should be said that he had not been here for a long time. But he knew that the girl who used to be there could not sing here anymore.

She sang Chen Qizhen, she sang Cai Jianya, she sang Chen Li, she also sang Mariah Carey, and occasionally sang Taylor Swift. Some record companies wanted to promote her, but she refused, saying that she did not want to live that kind of life.

At the end of October, Shanghai was still very hot, and Hengshan Road was still very lively. Qin Sheng and Chang Baji did not care about the people following behind them at all. They parked the Mercedes-Benz in a parking space not far from the bar, and then walked quickly into YOUNG Bar. Maybe because it was not a weekend, there were not many people in the bar, sitting in twos and threes, smoking, chatting, drinking, and listening to songs. A male singer, who was not handsome but had a literary style, was singing Chengdu by Zhao Lei. Zhao Lei's new song had been very popular recently, and many people were singing it on the streets and alleys. Qin Sheng liked this song, but he liked Zhao Lei more. He felt that Zhao Lei was really talented. Most folk singers were sentimental and sad, but his songs did not have that kind of negative energy. Every song he sang was like a simple narrative of his life experience, and every lyric was like a painting, which could give people unlimited imagination and let everyone be immersed in it.

For example, in this song, Chengdu, Qin Sheng liked the line in it the most, "Chengdu, the only one that can't be taken away, is you." This line was very appropriate, because Chengdu also had his story.

Back then, he met her in Chengdu. This "she" was not Su Qin, but the "she" who made him owe her a hot pot meal. He met her at the Time Bar in Jiuyan Bridge. He sat there alone, listening to songs, smoking, and drinking, while she sat at the table next to him, quietly drinking and listening to songs. It was said that a big shot who had once been powerful in Sichuan and Chongqing came from there.

Maybe it was fate. He stood up and asked a person?

She replied, "Alone."

He said, "You don't mind me sitting here."

She shook her head and said nothing.

So he sat down and the two of them began to chat casually. She seemed to be not very interested and just said perfunctory words.

He asked her, "Traveling?"

She nodded.

He said, "Me too. Let's go together."

He thought that she would refuse. Unexpectedly, she just smiled and said, "Okay."

So, a journey of one person became a journey of two people. They traveled together and visited all the cities in Sichuan. In the end, they parted at the sea of bamboo in the south of Sichuan. She went to Yunnan, and he went to Tibet.

He felt that she was his parallel world. Maybe she also had the same feeling, but they did not get to know each other further. They just treated each other as a passer-by on the journey.

He said, "Next time we meet, I will chase after you."

She said, "Then treat me to a hot pot meal first."

Since then, more than a year had passed. They had not seen each other or contacted each other.

Qin Sheng and Chang Baji found a table casually. The boss who was over 50 years old but was not old was not there. The waiters in the bar should be new. No one knew Qin Sheng. After all, no one would be willing to be a waitress forever. If there were old waiters here, they would definitely recognize the boyfriend of the most popular female singer in YOUNG.

"What would you like to drink?" The waitress asked politely. Judging from her accent, she should be from Sichuan. Anyway, most of the waiters in this bar were college students, so the waiters changed frequently.

Qin Sheng said casually, "Two bottles of beer."

"Ah, just two bottles of beer, nothing else?" The waitress was a little disappointed. After all, these drinks came with a commission.

Qin Sheng did not wait for the waitress to start promoting and interrupted, "Just two bottles of beer, nothing else, thank you."

"Okay." The waitress could only smile and leave, without any temper.

After the waitress left, Chang Baji joked, "I say, Qin Sheng, you brought me to experience the nightlife of big Shanghai. You don't have to be so stingy, right? One bottle of beer per person. If this was in Xi 'an, no matter which venue, no matter what kind of alcohol, you will definitely drink to your heart's content."

"No, I'm just used to it. I was a student in the past, so I was poor. I could only afford a bottle of beer. Later on, when I got to know the boss, the boss gave me a bottle of beer," Qin Sheng explained with a smile.

Chang Baji was at least at ease in this impetuous society. How could he not know what was going on? He laughed and said, "Since you brought me here, there must be a story."

"I just want to recall the past. There used to be a girl who sang here, and I like to hear her sing." Qin Sheng did not hide his past.

"Ex-girlfriend or first love?" Chang Baji laughed and asked in a gossipy manner.

Qin Sheng did not expect this uncle over 40 years old to like to pry into other people's privacy. He did not avoid this question and replied, "Ex-girlfriend and first love."

"No wonder you came here, it seems like you still can't let go of this relationship. You young people, what love, what love, it is not real at all. In my eyes, there is nothing more important than life and death." Chang Baji's Mandarin with a Shaanxi dialect was somewhat funny, but the realm of his words was really not ordinary.

Qin Sheng did not deny it and said, "That's true, there is nothing more important than life and death."

"I think that Han Bing is not bad. Since you protect her so desperately, you probably like her. Based on my many years of experience, she also has a good impression of you. You two are a perfect match, a match made in heaven." Not only did Chang Baji like to gossip, he also liked to be a matchmaker.

Qin Sheng rolled his eyes helplessly. He really did not want to bother with him, he knew that the more he tried to explain, the more he would make things worse.

When the two bottles of beer arrived, Qin Sheng only took a sip and Chang Baji, who was sitting opposite him, finished the whole bottle. This uncle's alcohol tolerance was really high.

After finishing the beer, Chang Baji stared at Qin Sheng with a smile. Obviously, he did not want to pay today, he wanted to take advantage of Qin Sheng.

Qin Sheng really wanted to say, "You are f * cking looking for trouble."

But he did not have the confidence to do so. If they really fought, he would not be Chang Baji's opponent at all. He estimated that he would be beaten up badly. Helplessly, he called the waiter over and said, "Another dozen Budweiser."

Hearing this, the waiter took the money and left happily.

"That's more like it." Chang Baji nodded and looked like he was worth teaching.

Qin Sheng listened to the song quietly and drank his beer in small mouthfuls, which was totally different from his usual forthright way of drinking wine and eating meat in big mouthfuls.

Why?

Because he always drank one bottle of beer here, because Su Qin did not like him to drink, so she only allowed him to drink one bottle.

When the bottle of beer was finished, the resident singer had finished singing and was resting at the side. It was estimated that he would continue in half an hour.

So Qin Sheng squinted his eyes and smiled. He stood up slowly and asked, "Can I borrow your guitar?"

The artistic resident singer stared at Qin Sheng in confusion.

Qin Sheng said with a smile, "I want to sing a song."

The person in charge of the bar had been changed. For this kind of situation, they had always allowed it and never refused it. So they nodded. The resident singer handed the guitar to Qin Sheng. Qin Sheng sat in the seat that used to belong to Su Qin and exchanged a few words with the band next to him. Fortunately, the band knew this song. After all, it was a folk bar.

Qin Sheng tried the microphone. After he was ready, he nodded to the band and then looked at the crowd. Without any stage fright, he said, "A song called 'Spring Breeze', for everyone."

At this time, there were already many guests. For this kind of excitement, everyone liked to make a scene, applauding and screaming. Chang Baji opened his eyes wide and looked incredible. He did not expect Qin Sheng to be so good at singing. After he came to himself, he shouted loudly.

The music started, the prelude.

Qin Sheng squinted his eyes and played the guitar.

"I am in the Second Ring Road, thinking of you.

You are on the distant mountain, the spring breeze is ten miles.

Today the wind blows to you, and it rains.

I say that all the wine is not as good as you.

I sing for you in the night of the drum tower, the fragrance of flowers comes naturally.

Somewhere else, silent meeting and expectation.

The plane flies over the busy city.

Thousands of miles away, not leaving.

Knead all the spring into a morning.

Turn all the words that can't stop into a secret, and close the door.

Inexplicable feelings, may I ask, who will take it away.

I can only turn time into a song, and leave it in the mountains and rivers … "

When Qin Sheng's voice sounded and his skillful playing of the guitar, everyone knew that he was an expert, not a layman. He was even better than the resident singer. Moreover, his voice was a little hoarse and deep.

Everyone listened quietly, including Chang Baji. He was really taken aback.

Repeat,

The last time.

When Qin Sheng finished singing the last sentence,

"I say that all the wine is not as good as you …"

The audience applauded, mixed with whistles and screams. The 40-year-old uncle Chang Baji was the craziest.

And Qin Sheng just said to the audience, "Thank you."

Then he returned the guitar to the stunned resident singer, walked slowly back to Chang Baji, and said softly, "Let's go."

The two of them swaggered off, leaving behind a chorus of hisses.

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