The Greatest

He got stuck that night and reached his destination at 09:30.

It was his first time in this bar, and he didn't know it was a 'same bar'.At that time, he realized it with hindsight, and only discovered it after he walked in.

However, he didn't find it, and it might be because the bar didn't have the 'smoky atmosphere' he had imagined. NIGHT is that some places are different from ordinary bars, for example, the gender of the dancers.

It was a blues night, but there were no fewer than a hundred people on the dance floor, men and women, in pairs or in groups of three or four.They cling to their bodies, swinging their bodies to the rhythm of the music, and many of them are in intimate poses.

Although the place was uncomfortable for people who didn't like bars, it wasn't unusual in Eddie's eyes.He also went to bars often. When he was 12 years old, he sneaked into a small bar to collect materials, and hid under the table to sketch.

At that time, he also watched the first live 'little porn film' in his life.It's just that at first he just thought it looked weird.It was warm and a little gross.

It wasn't until the end, when he saw the couple ending this special 'dance' with banknotes, that he realized how horribly heartless it was.

In this gay bar, Eddie deliberately avoided people because of his nervousness and anxiety.He wondered how to find But Fran.

At this point the music is switched.

The opening was a cheerful and relaxed guitar strumming, and after a few clacks, the singer began to sing the lyrics slowly.The drums were chanting little by little with his bass.

Feeling that the voice was unexpectedly familiar, Eddie walked out of the corner, and finally saw the person sitting on the small high platform on the other side.

The man was holding the guitar, and there were two microphones in front of him, one facing his mouth and the other in front of the guitar.

People in the audience and on stage began to snap their fingers to match his rhythm.

- I'm like hovering in the sky

- Crazy acts like a drunk fool

- This strong thing, from your body seeps into your blood

——Let you reorganize and split, but make you desperate

- Let's get started, live like a flower from now on

——Don’t be afraid anymore, hold your head high

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Although the person had changed clothes, Eddie still recognized the singer.But he was still too surprised, so he couldn't help but get closer.

Maybe his straight approach was too obvious in the crowd, or the people singing on the stage were always paying attention to the audience.He hadn't taken a few steps when he saw the singer look up.

The man looked at him intently, and finally seemed to confirm something, nodded with a smile, the movement of plucking the strings in his hands continued, and the humming in his mouth became more and more intrusive.

Some people cheered in the audience to show their appreciation, and someone could be heard calling the singer's name.

Bout Fran.

I'll just stand here and take a look.Eddie thought so.

But then he sat on a high stool, behaved like a schoolboy.

After that, there were seven or eight songs, some of which I knew the names of, and some of which I had never heard.During the period, the singers were changed, but in the few games, it was still Bout Flann who went up the most times and was also the most popular.

I have to say that this person's song is not amazing at first, but the more I listen to it, the more I can't stop.And he is also very good at playing the guitar, and he can adapt the tune or change a few words by himself in the middle of the game.

The real end is 11:30, and Eddie has rejected many people's strike-ups many times during the period.

It's weird to say that being approached by a woman feels different than being approached by a man.Among them, the latter are explicit, but also tactful and polite.If it wasn't for the particularity of the place where he was reminded, he would have thought he was making friends.

It didn't take long for someone to sit next to him, the one who asked him to 'take a look' tonight.

"Yo, how is it?"

The man's forehead was covered with sweat, and he lit a cigarette as soon as he sat down.But there is no notebook in hand.

"Are you asking me, or you." He was only a little helpless, not angry or disgusted.

"Well... I thought you wouldn't walk in, or just grab me down." Butt Fran said, exhaling smoke.

Eddie waved his hands to disperse the smoke that drifted to his side, and spoke slowly.

"Before doing this, I will first see how many security guards are standing at the door."

"Well, are you quite sensible?"

"Everyone is like this, otherwise I would be the one who gets beaten up." Eddie turned his head away and was attracted by the screaming people beside him.

But he listened to Bout.

"That's not necessarily true. There will always be some people who want to tell you that they look down on you. Moreover, they usually come in groups."

A group of people?

Eddie suddenly had a guess in his heart.He began to feel cramped and couldn't speak out what he wanted to take notes.He just sat there quietly, staring at the bartender's white shirt in a daze.

After one cigarette was settled, Bout waved to the bartender, asking him to take out the notes stored here.

Eddie took the note and got up to say goodbye.But he was stopped again.

"What won't your parents say if you don't go back so late?"

"I live with my aunt. She has a night shift at night." Eddie replied straightforwardly.

His answer gave Bout a small 'wow' and he stopped talking.

So Eddie turned around and left with peace of mind.But after walking a few steps, he saw that the other party was following up again, still carrying a guitar.

The four eyes met, this person still saw his doubts as early as in the daytime, and said with a smile before he opened his mouth.

"I'm going back too, so I'll go with you by the way."

Feeling that it would be troublesome to reject the other party, Eddie just shrugged and said nothing.They walked from the bar to the gate, and they heard the 'voice' all the way.

Those people all knew Boot, and when they saw Eddie walking beside him, they booed, whistled and clapped their hands.Some cheerfully came to ask for Eddie's name.

But Bout didn't explain much, just let Eddie go forward.He sighed helplessly when he went out the door.

"You probably won't come here next time, so it's better to communicate less with them."

Eddie nodded. He listened to the music inside the door and leaned against the door.

"And you. Do you come every day?"

Speaking of this question, Eddie himself felt incredible.

To his surprise, Bout answered him.Moreover, the answer is very direct.

"Of course I come every day, I work here and I... I belong to them as much as my two guardians."

Boot said and pointed to the door of the bar.

Two guardians?

In doubt, Eddie walked down the street under the signal of the other party.

After walking a few steps, Eddie was rarely the one who spoke first.He couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

"And what about your two guardians?"

"Huh?" Bout seemed to be thinking about something before, and he came back to his senses when he asked.

"One of them was a war correspondent, who was killed eight years ago."

Boot said this sentence very calmly, and then added it absent-mindedly.

"The other, uh, I don't know where he went five years ago, he probably took over another person's job."

Eddie waited for a long time before asking, "...then he is also a reporter?"

"No, he's a composer."

These two very different professions made Eddie speechless.

But he was still amazed at this man's difficult childhood.

Obviously already a special "comrade" family, and then lost two elders who could support him.

"You are the only one in your family right now?"

Hearing his words, the man gave him a sideways look.

"Why, sympathize with me?"

This glance was more distant and cold than the previous one.

But Eddie really didn't mean sympathy.But he couldn't think of a suitable answer for a while.Finally, he subconsciously shifted his gaze and said dryly.

"No, I just thought, if you lived alone, there might be one more similarity between us."

"Oh? Something similar?" Boot obviously didn't believe it, "Then tell me, how do we resemble each other?"

After a quick comparison in his mind, Eddie found that he really couldn't find any similarities between him and the other party.

Whether it is personality, appearance, or areas of expertise, they are not alike to each other.

A short French poem read this morning by a painter and poet came to mind.And he blurted it out.

"Well, I regard my paintbrush as my life."

Bout blinked, and continued to wait for his next words.

Eddie glanced at the other's guitar.Although he hadn't learned it before, he recognized it as a brand-name guitar. Before that, there were many enthusiasts in his class clamoring to do odd jobs to earn money to buy it.

"Here, your guitar."

He pointed wisely.

Bout glanced at the guitar himself, and finally laughed.

"You are amazing. This is really my lifeblood. Without it, I'm afraid I'm going to jump off a building."

The word jump made Eddie very uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because he himself is too serious, so he doesn't like it when this kind of life comes to make jokes.

However, the two of them are really different.

It was that turning point again, and that red telephone booth again.

There are few people here during the day, but now at night, there are no people at all.

Bout Fran stopped here to say goodbye.But this time it was he, Eddie, who turned around and called out to someone.

"Hey, I may have to prepare for the competition again in a few days. I may not be able to take French lessons."

But Fran finally didn't understand what he meant right away, but just looked at him suspiciously, still holding an unlit cigarette in his hand.

And he cleared his throat and added.

"You can come to the studio to find me, I will find someone to copy the notes first."

The man understood and smiled while lighting a cigarette, and finally waved to him with the cigarette butt in his mouth.

And he, the one who invited the 'robber', also had a smile on his eyes.

Around that day, Bout Flann and Eddie Mustang became friends.