"Uncle Master, go sing one?"

Duan Changyan asked this, it was really not intentional to find fault.

Changfeng Tavern has another place in Ancheng, which is dedicated to tourists and backpackers to rest and have fun. When it opened, it recruited a group of folk singers, Liang Ye was one of them.

When he was in Ancheng, Si Sheng liked to go to Changfeng Tavern, eat some fruits, listen to folk songs, and find out some information.

Si Sheng met Liang Ye in Changfeng Tavern.

Liang Ye is a weird person. In most people's eyes, he is a bit introverted and autistic, but in fact he is not. When he is with Si Sheng, he is quite talkative and humorous.

He is very talented and has written many songs himself and occasionally sang in the tavern. When Si Sheng was intrigued, he would wear a mask and go on stage and cover folk songs written by Liang Ye. Every time she was on stage, even if she was wearing a mask, there would be a lot of people supporting him, and the tavern was full of customers.

Recalling that since Liang Ye’s death, Si Sheng has never been to Changfeng Tavern again, Duan Changyan and Zheng Yongfeng have never heard the folk songs she sang again.

He threw a piece of peanut into his mouth, Si Sheng supported the chin with one hand, looking at the stage lazily.

The pupils are in the light, light and dark, and the colors vary.

Duan Changyan felt ashamed and wondered if he had said the wrong thing. At this moment, he suddenly heard Si Sheng say, "Okay."

The two words "lazy and casual" are lazy and lazy, as if they agree to be a guest.

"Sing Liang Ye's song?" Duan Changyan came over immediately.

"Um."

"Is it okay?"

Looking at him sideways, Si Sheng asked back: "What can be done?"

Duan Changyan: "..."

I'm afraid you will feel in love when you are touched by the scene.

I thought so in my heart, but Duan Changyan didn't dare to say it.

He pinched another peanut and threw it into his mouth. Si Sheng clapped his hands and stood up, "I'll go and prepare."

"Okay."

Duan Changyan smiled happily.

With her fingers hooked in her sunglasses, Si Sheng handed her hand in her pocket, walking towards the backstage like a wandering stroll.

Duan Changyan started chatting with Zheng Yongfeng.

"I bet she sang "Spiritual Wine." Duan Changyan's eyebrows were dancing, his fingers were swaying, and he knocked on the table, "She liked this song the most."

Zheng Yongfeng took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and said slowly, "I'm gamble too."

“…”

Duan Changxuan glanced at Xiao Ni.

Xiao Ni understood what he meant, but said in a very incredible way: "I haven't heard of it before, so I won't bet."

With a humming voice, Duan Changyan looked at Xiao Ni for a few times, "Boy, your annoying personality is the same as your sister."

Looking at him with a faint expression, Xiao Ni's tone was calm, "You say this to her."

“…”

Duan Changyan choked by him.

*

Not far away.

Ren Fei had a table with a few bottles of beer in front of him, half empty.

The singer on the stage got off the stage, and someone was making a fuss. He didn't hear it. After drinking a glass of wine, he picked up the bottle and poured another glass.

"I knew you were here."

A low voice suddenly came from the side, with a little ease in his voice.

He paused his glass and Ren Fei turned his head and looked aside. He caught Si Bing's arrogance in his eyes. In just one second, he retracted his sight. He was quite cold and didn't want to see more.

A little drunk, Ren Fei lowered his eyes and looked at the beer in his hand. Instead, he looked at the stage ahead, "Why are Young Master Si coming here too?"

"I can't make an appointment with you, so I found a few friends to wait upstairs."

Walking forward two steps, Si Bing pulled a chair and sat down. Then he smiled and stared at Ren Fei, "I didn't expect that I would see you after walking around."

Ren Fei glanced at him, chuckled, and raised his glass to take a sip of beer.

Si Bing picked up a bottle of beer, used a bottle opener to pick up the beer bottle cap, and poured himself a glass of beer.

He sat in a loose but elegant position, holding a glass in his hand, shaking gently like a wine glass.

With his eyes stopped at Ren Fei, Si Bing smiled: "You can choose a place. The environment here is really good. It is much more romantic than ordinary bars."

"Young Master Si is polite," Ren Fei said lightly, "people of our class can only afford to consume here."

Hearing his words, Si Bing's eyebrows were a little softer, and he stopped holding on, but asked, "Are you still angry?"

Half a month ago, Si Bing asked Ren Fei to come out to drink, and Ren Fei agreed.

However, before Ren Fei arrived, Si Bing drank a little too much. When chatting with his friends, he looked down on Ren Fei's identity in his words.

——In an ordinary family, Ren Fei’s family is indeed well off, but in the eyes of the rich second generation who are in the upper-class circle, it is nothing.

Moreover, it was difficult for Ren Fei to make an appointment. He agreed only once three times. Si Bing was somewhat concerned, so he simply expressed all these resentments in those words.

Unexpectedly, Ren Fei was hit by him.

Afterwards, no matter how Si Bing asked Ren Fei, Ren Fei would find a reason to refuse.

When Si Bingcai learned that Ren Fei often came to this tavern on weekends, he specially made an appointment with a few friends and booked a private room on the second floor to see if he could stop Ren Fei here.

"Young Master Si is telling the truth." Ren Fei spoke indifferently.

"Don't worry."

"I've been worried too much."

Ren Fei replied calmly, then raised his glass.

Si Bing was stunned and raised his glasses with him. With a crisp collision, the two of them drank the beer in the glass in one go.

The embarrassment just now seemed to have dissipated a lot.

“Wow——”

"Beauty!"

"New Residence?"

"Don't show your face?"

...

Immediately, there was a commotion in the crowd.

When Si Bing and Ren Fei heard the sound, they raised their eyes at the same time, and their eyes fell on the stage.

At some point, a woman sat on the stage.

Without careful decoration, black denim, white long sleeves, simple and casual, but slender and symmetrical two long legs, a thin waist, and two slender arms. Each exposed line curve is eye-catching.

She was holding a guitar in her arms and wearing sunglasses on her nose, covering most of her face, revealing only her delicate and small nose and lips, as well as her smooth and graceful jawline.

Her hair was dripping, and a white light came from behind her, pulling half of her silhouettes for her. The outline of the figure was dyed with a layer of white light, but her appearance was stuck in the shadow and could not be seen clearly.

Pull the steel strings on the piano with your fingers.

As soon as the guitar sounded, the discussion gradually became much smaller.

After a brief prelude, the woman spoke:

"I wandered in the northwest wind and suddenly remembered you..."

The lazy and cold voice is mixed with a bit of clear texture.

This song, called "Spirited Wine", has a slow and long rhythm. The story tells the story of the spirit of the soul for a short time, but it takes a long night to stay awake.

After a few words, someone suddenly started to discuss it.

"It sounds nice, what kind of song is this?"

"I've heard this song... No, I've watched the video online. After a year or two, the video was quite popular in the folk song circle at that time."

""Spirited Wine", sung by a folk singer named Liang Ye."

"I remembered it, I seemed to have watched it too. Isn't it a woman wearing a mask in the video?"

"I don't know. What is circulated is the woman singing it. The new one is probably imitating it. The tone is quite similar."

...

The moment Ren Fei sounded the prelude, he suddenly became enlightened and stared at the woman on the stage in a daze, as if he could find another figure through the light and shadow.

——"Ren Fei, this song is called "Spiritual Wine". The lyrics have not been filled in yet."
To be continued...