Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 66 The Star River and the Ocean in Her Eyes

"When you are old, your hair is gray, and you feel sleepy~"

"When you are old and can no longer walk, doze by the fire and reminisce about your youth~"

The boss on the stage started to sing softly while holding a guitar. Surprisingly, his level was very high, which was totally different from the standard expected in a pub like this.

Zeng Jianeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stamped his feet excitedly, whispering, "I said it too early! This is how it feels!"

“It feels like the boss is a man with a lot of stories!”

"No big story." The proprietress came up quickly with a tray and put it on the table. She continued, "We just can't make much money in the big city and don't have any ideals in life, so we just find a place to stay."

"Judging from your accent, you're from the North?" Bai Yang asked.

"Imperial Capital." The proprietress took out a cigarette case and paused: "Do you mind?"

"It's your shop, do whatever you want." Bai Yang looked at the boss who was playing and singing: "It doesn't sound like you can't make money. Opening this shop is not your main business, right?"

"Young man, you have good taste." The proprietress looked at Chun Yuwan and Zeng Jianeng, but finally did not light a cigarette and explained, "It's really the main business. We are counting on this tavern to eat."

"You guys are here to sketch, right? I saw you this morning. You're really good at talking, aren't you afraid of giving that auntie a heart attack?"

"My little bit of attack power is just a tickle to an experienced middle-aged woman." Bai Yang poured himself a glass of wine and poured another glass for the proprietress. "It's fate that we met. My name is Bai Yang."

"Call me Muzi." The lady boss raised her glass and drank it all. "Young man, you are so well-spoken. You don't look like a man of your age at all. Your temperament is a bit like those bad friends of mine."

"You're just being reckless, huh?" Bai Yang laughed at himself.

"Oh, you can speak the capital dialect?" The lady boss took the initiative to pour Bai Yang some wine. "Then don't blame me for not treating you as a guest. Let Lao Mo come down to drink with us later. He's probably craving for wine right now, so his singing is too listless."

"Let's play together."

"A little?"

"Barely enough."

Communication in this kind of occasion is very simple. If you make eye contact, you can sit together. If you can clink glasses, you will inevitably put your arms around each other and talk about everything.

If there are still people who are interested in music, they will take out a few instruments from under the table, and the atmosphere will be pushed to its climax.

It just so happened that the boss, Lao Mo, had many musical instruments, and Bai Yang's skills were also good, so they started playing under the influence of alcohol, and both the host and the guests had a great time.

The boss, Lao Mo, doesn't look like a talkative person, but after a few bottles of beer, he reveals all his wealth.

The proprietress is a native of the capital, a typical second-generation Beijinger. Lao Mo moved to Beijing and used to hang out in the Houhai area. She also released records, but didn't make a name for herself.

The story of the two is quite cliché. They fell in love and met each other. They were not a good match, but their families did not agree. They almost eloped to Shonan, and stayed here when they passed by.

Zeng Jianeng was listening with tears in her eyes, and she kept sighing that this was love.

The little girl buys into this.

Bai Yang didn't feel anything. He had heard too many stories like this. He didn't need to worry about what was true or false at the dinner table. He just smiled and asked, "So, you really plan to retire here?"

"Who knows?" The lady boss only said, "Maybe we'll open another store in the capital in the future? That way, if the young man has the opportunity to go to the capital in the future, we can still entertain him, right?"

"Then I'm serious. When I get to your place, I won't be polite." Bai Yang was a little tipsy and stood up: "We have to take them back."

"Come back later?" The boss was a little drunk. "Your music is great. Let's drink and sing all night long!"

"Next time." Bai Yang waved his hand, "There will be a chance."

Zeng Jianeng was somewhat reluctant to leave, and was forcibly dragged away by Bai Yang.

When the night wind blew, Bai Yang shivered and sobered up a little.

Looking at Chun Yuwan who had been silent all night, Bai Yang said, "Do you feel that this kind of occasion is a bit boring?" "It's okay." Chun Yuwan thought for a moment and said, "It's better than staying in the inn. You guys are really good at singing."

"That's amazing!" Zeng Jianeng was still excited: "I didn't expect you, Bai Yang, to have this ability. You can open a folk music pub too!"

She sighed, "If I can find a soul mate like Brother Lao Mo, my life will be complete!"

Bai Yang smiled and shook his head: "Everyone has a different definition of a fulfilling life. Besides, is there really such a thing as a soul mate?"

Bai Yang is uncertain. Living in two lives is a word he has never touched upon before.

"Yes!" Zeng Jianeng clenched his fists and went to Chun Yuwan to seek the same opinion: "Wanwan, right?"

Chun Yuwan was stunned for a moment and shook her head: "No."

"Hmm?" Bai Yang glanced over and said, "Student Chun Yuwan, why do you say that?"

"So-called love is nothing more than a complex phenomenon that combines physiological, psychological and subjective emotions influenced by social factors." Chun Yuwan explained seriously: "It is a short-lived feeling caused by passion, intimacy and commitment."

"The so-called soul mate relationship based on this short-lived feeling is essentially no different from other social relationships. As the feeling fades, it will eventually deteriorate and even end."

"After all, people are independent individuals. No one can fully understand another person, let alone have a spiritual connection."

Zeng Jianeng held his forehead and said, "Here we go again, Wanwan's long speech."

"I don't understand and I don't want to listen!"

Bai Yang thought about it seriously for a moment and said, "I don't think it's comprehensive to use such a rational way of thinking to analyze a perceptual thing."

"Tsubaki Yuwan, you don't believe in love, right?"

Chun Yuwan hesitated for a moment: "It doesn't really matter whether I believe it or not."

"Whether it's the vows of love or the promises of sharing life and death in books, I was moved and yearned for them many times."

“I just felt like it wouldn’t happen to me.”

Bai Yangshen walked to the riverside and looked at the river water under the moonlight.

"You are quite honest."

He said, “Sometimes, I’m curious, do you have any other interests besides painting?”

"Too many." Chun Yuwan did not hesitate this time: "The stars above our heads, the boundless sea in the distance, the snow-capped mountains and the flowers that are about to bloom, even the night in front of us."

“I’m interested in everything that makes me feel good.”

Bai Yang turned around and looked at her: "Only people are not included?"

Chun Yuwan fell silent.

"understood."

Bai Yang waved his hand and said, "It's late, let's go back to the inn."

Zeng Jianeng next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, we're done talking."

She rubbed her round face and said, "I feel like your conversation has penetrated deep into my soul."

"So, I still have a lot of snacks. Do you want to have a midnight snack?"

The pub was previously opened by Pigeon, but it has closed down. I am just here as a supporting actor to reminisce about the happy times.

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(End of this chapter)