It was too dark. Cheng Yiran couldn't see clearly what the two people in the box looked like … Was it someone he knew or someone he didn't know?
However, the strange feeling that had driven him to come here eventually drove him to walk in and sit down.
Across the huge glass table in the box, he stared at the person sitting on the sofa … He only knew that the other person was a man.
But he couldn't see clearly what the other person looked like or how old he was.
"You are …" Cheng Yiran frowned.
"A businessman, a businessman who can sell you anything." Luoqiu looked at Cheng Yiran. The darkness in the box was an obstacle for Cheng Yiran, but for the boss of the club, there was no difference whether there was light or not.
"A businessman?" Cheng Yiran lowered his head, seemingly thinking about something.
"Look." Luoqiu suddenly said in a low voice.
This successfully attracted Cheng Yiran's attention. He immediately raised his head. Raising his head, Cheng Yiran's face suddenly became a little bit frightened.
Because he could see something clearly — Although it was dark here, it was not to the extent that he couldn't see clearly what was happening on the table he was leaning on.
The mysterious man in front of him just stretched out his hand and wiped the glass table. Some scattered things directly appeared in front of Cheng Yiran.
He recognized these scattered things — They were the electric guitar that he smashed with his own hands after the quarrel with Hong Guan.
Cheng Yiran subconsciously reached out and picked up one of the pieces … There was a word engraved on it, "Sea."
"Is this yours?"
"It's mine." Cheng Yiran nodded, but then frowned, "Is there any mechanism here? Are there any tricks on the table or … Forget it, I don't have time to watch you do this strange magic show. Besides, I don't know you at all. "
"This …" Luoqiu suddenly snapped his fingers, "Is this also a magic show?"
The piece in Cheng Yiran's hand suddenly flew out, together with all the pieces and parts on the table, at this moment, they all floated up one by one.
They began to slowly reassemble in front of Cheng Yiran … Even the broken strings were reconnected.
A complete electric guitar finally fell in Cheng Yiran's hands!
It was too amazing. He couldn't think of any magic show that could do this! Cheng Yiran rubbed his eyes hard, even subconsciously reached out to pluck the strings.
"This feeling … This is my guitar!" Cheng Yiran suddenly raised his head, saying in disbelief, "How did you do it!"
"What do you want?" Luoqiu didn't answer him, "And, are you willing to pay something?"
"I …" Cheng Yiran opened his mouth, both hands holding the 'resurrected' guitar. "I … I …"
"It seems you haven't decided yet." Luoqiu smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter. As long as you are willing, our door is always open for you."
After saying that, Luoqiu stood up, seemingly wanting to leave.
Cheng Yiran subconsciously called out, "Wait … wait a minute! Wait a minute! "
"Is there anything else?"
"This … this guitar …" Cheng Yiran hesitated for a moment, "This guitar …"
"Just consider it a souvenir." Luoqiu said indifferently, "It is a small gift for you. Next time, don't smash such a valuable thing."
Cheng Yiran held the guitar more tightly in his hand. When he saw this mysterious businessman and the other figure about to leave the box, Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and suddenly called out, "I … can I buy something?"
Cheng Yiran had a very deep understanding of this principle — for an ordinary musician like him who didn't have much talent, no glamorous appearance and no economic foundation, even if it was just one opportunity, he must seize it.
But he had never encountered such an opportunity … at this moment, an opportunity that subverted his understanding.
This might be an opportunity.
Even if the other party was a devil.
"I, I …" Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and said heavily, "I want to buy it!"
…
…
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Hong Guan kept apologizing … to the manager of the nightclub, bowing and apologizing. His hot-bloodedness and backbone had long been worn down by the thorny music road.
For the sake of his life and family, even if the manager scolded him badly, he told himself that he must endure … at least, he couldn't lose the money for tonight's performance.
The manager of the nightclub snorted, "What the hell! My table was fine, but your partner threw it away just because he said he wanted to! What a character! If so, don't come to my place to sing! Who was the one who begged me to give you a chance to stay here? You almost messed up tonight's event! "
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"
Hong Guan hurriedly said, "Please don't be angry! I'll definitely talk to him later … He's in a bad mood tonight, and he drank a little too much, so he's in a bad mood. I think, he couldn't hold it back. Besides, manager, although he was like this, he was fine later, right? I'm alone, but the guests below the stage are also quite happy. "
The manager waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, okay, no need to say more! Isn't it just a salary? Don't worry, I'm a kind person! I won't give you less than your share, but your singer friend, I'm sorry! Not a single cent! Tell him to get lost, I don't want to see him anymore! Bah, who do you think you are, pretending in front of me! "
"Manager, can we talk about it again? If you don't give me a single cent, that's too …"
"Let's talk about it again!" The manager fiercely glared at him. The imposing manner of this nightclub for more than ten years was enough to scare Hong Guan, "Besides, even you don't have a single cent!"
Hong Guan suddenly lowered his head sadly. This was the reality.
After the manager finished scolding him, he turned around and walked away. Before going out, he kicked a handful of electric shellfish on the ground and sneered, "Musician? Bah! "
Hong Guan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but he didn't go forward.
After the manager left, he silently picked up his electric shellfish … Since he decided to give it up, it didn't matter whether he picked it up or not.
He said to himself.
Hong Guan sighed and subconsciously took out his phone … The first saved number on the home page of his phone was still Cheng Yiran.
Hong Guan's finger on the screen several times wanted to open it, but in the end, he didn't press it.
In the end, he just chose to send a short message, briefly explaining the matter, and finally wrote, "You should also calm down. I'll go back first, my wife is still in the hospital. If you have something to do, come to me. Then, it's a pity that I didn't cooperate with you for the last time. "
But before sending it, Hong Guan was silent for a while, and deleted the last sentence one by one, changing it to,
Let's part without any hard feelings.
…
Hong Guan silently packed up his things, walked out of the nightclub, and sighed heavily. He suddenly smiled, but he didn't know what he was smiling about.
He didn't choose to take a taxi. In order to save some money, Hong Guan planned to take the last bus.
"Hey! I'm off work, yes! I'll come to the hospital right away! It's not hard, not hard … Well, OK. I didn't eat … Oh, I forgot to eat. It's okay, I'll just buy something to eat. "Hong Guan talked with his wife on the phone.
When they passed by a stall selling fish eggs, they subconsciously stopped.
"Boss, is there anything else to eat?"
Yu Danqiang, who was sitting on a folding stool and reading the newspaper, raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth, and said casually, "There's nothing to eat, it's not enough for one serving. If you want to eat, you can pick them all up. I'll give you a share, five yuan. "
"OK." Hong Guan nodded.
Yu Danqiang stood up, holding the tools, and began to skillfully put the remaining fish, tofu, fish eggs and so on into a bowl. He suddenly glanced at Hong Guan, and said casually, "Bro, are you in the music business?"
Hong Guan gave a start, and subconsciously looked at the tools on his back … He was afraid that he would never use them again, shook his head, and said, "Not anymore."
Yu Danqiang glanced again, "Why? Isn't it good to be in the music business? "
Hong Guan smiled, "I can't do it anymore."
"Really?" Yu Danqiang nodded, and sprinkled the sauce on the packed food bowl, "Well, thanks for the five yuan."
Hong Guan paid the money, took the things, and left.
After a few steps, he suddenly heard the fish egg stall owner's voice, "I've been sitting here listening to it all night, it's very nice."
Hong Guan suddenly stopped as he turned around and stared at the boss of this fish egg stall. He suddenly smiled, and walked toward the owner.
"What? Didn't you take the chopsticks? "
Hong Guan shook his head, but took off the electric shell and put it on the stall, "Boss, this thing, I'll give it to you."
"Give it to me? I won't be polite, and I won't give it back to you, are you really willing to give it to me? "Yu Danqiang glanced at it casually, still smoking.
Hong Guan just gently patted the owner's shoulder, and didn't say anything. He just lifted the box in his hand, put it in front of him, and sniffed, softly said, "This smells good, it must taste good."
Yu Danqiang shrugged, sat down, put his left leg on his right knee, and read the newspaper again.
For the owner of the fish-egg stall, this was another … strange person he had met by chance.
After Hong Guan left, Yu Danqiang yawned, and also cleaned up his stall. But at this moment, a loud sound came from the nightclub in front of him, "Damn, will you die if you stop for a while?!"
But while listening, Yu Danqiang was a little distracted, and the innermost cigarette butt fell to the ground, but he didn't notice.
He subconsciously walked forward … and approached the brightly lit nightclub. Not only him, some people in the nearby nightclub who came here after having fun also began to look at the entrance of the nightclub.
It was as if they were attracted by something … They were attracted by that deafening sound that seemed to be able to beat the world in their hearts.
At the same time, inside the nightclub, the manager opened his mouth, with an inconceivable expression on his face.
He looked at the crazy customers in the hall, his hostesses, waiters, and so on, all of them were like drugs, crazily swaying!
"Crazy … crazy …" The manager muttered to himself, but his body couldn't help but sway with the rhythm.
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