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Song Yusong saw Zhuang Zhou at a glance, he came over and sat down, and the first sentence he spoke was quite aggressive.

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was floating on the sea. Can you explain it to me?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "Is there any need to explain it? Doesn't it mean that you wet the bed last night?"

"Get out!" Song Yusong also took off his coat. There were snacks and fruit juice on the table, and he filled a glass for himself. "It means that I'm going to travel across the sea."

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one go.

Song Yusong loved to eat pistachios, and the gossip and gossip piled up into a hill. He asked, "You just ran over here without a pick, and your mother agreed?"

"I didn't agree, and threatened that if I dared to leave the beauty salon, she would dare to sever my mother-child relationship." Zhuang Zhou laughed, "I can't wait."

Song Yusong also laughed, the two grew up together door to door, he knew too well that Zhuang Zhou had a controlling mother: "So you flew over here without stopping?"

Zhuang Zhou affirmed: "So I flew over without stopping."

Song Yusong was a little worried: "Could Ms. Li Wei be on the way back after arresting you?"

"Impossible," Zhuang Zhou laughed, "I put such a big challenge on her, it should be because she has no time to catch me."

"What about your brother?"

"My brother is not free, he is too busy to see him."

Song Yusong peeled the pistachio happily: "I showed up just in time."

Zhuang Zhou agreed, "Isn't it?"

The two drank another glass.

"Let's get down to business." Song Yusong took out an A4-sized notebook from his handbag, opened it, and read the names, "Roster, roll call. You are my substitute teacher, and my students will be in the next half of the semester. I'll leave it to you."

In the evening, Song Yusong called Zhuang Zhou almost without hope, and asked him if he would like to help substitute for half a semester. One of the economics teachers in the office was at home and the other was suddenly ill and hospitalized. If no substitute could be found, he would I gave up the opportunity to study abroad with my tutor.

At that time, Zhuang Zhou and Li Wei were sitting face to face on the sofa, and the atmosphere was tense. If there hadn't been this phone call, Zhuang Zhou guessed that he might be sitting by the river beach blowing the cold wind, drinking a cigarette and drinking to relieve his worries.

"Roll rolls are required every class," Song Yusong handed him the notebook, "And then, there is another rule."

Zhuang Zhou took it, opened it casually, and said, "What's the rule?"

"They all think it's abnormal, but it's actually kindness: everyone has six chances to skip classes every semester, and the six chances can't be used consecutively. If you ask for personal leave or sick leave, you have to use the leave slip to cancel the leave, otherwise you-- Hello!"

Song Yusong saw Zhuang Zhou holding his breath and concentrating on it. His lowered eyes didn't seem to be listening to him, but rather as if he had been robbed of all his attention by a name under his fingertips. He guessed: "Know?"

Zhuang Zhou "shh" said, "Wait a minute."

Song Yusong ate pistachios and waited. After waiting for a few seconds, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhuang Zhou ignored him, stood up and strode towards the bar. He was a little hot, unbuttoned his suit, loosened his bow tie, and opened his shirt to reveal his collarbone. He half sat on the high chair and said to Pei Li, "Plain boiled water." ,Thanks."

Pei Li looked at him presumptuously: "Hot, warm, or with ice?"

Zhuang Zhou said casually, "It's warm."

While moving, Pei Li followed his gaze to look at the stage, and couldn't help a smirk from the corner of his lips.

On the stage, Mao Fei was wearing a Christmas costume, with a big fluffy ball dangling from the tip of his red woolen hat, half of his face was covered by a handful of lush white beard, and only his fair face could be seen. With a red nose, and then down, a red cloak with a fur edge was dragged to the ground, and the red trousers were tucked into short boots.

Hold another guitar, which is standard for resident singers in bars.

"I can't wait to drink and get drunk

At least don't be afraid to fall asleep

It's hard to bear the pain for a you

It was my fault..."

Mao Fei lightly plucked the strings, hummed casually indistinctly, and his two long eyelashes with closed eyes trembled slightly, like a Santa Claus who went to the wrong set but was immersed in it.

Wen Bai didn't open a mouthful, and the glass was used to tap the rhythm. After listening to the song, Zhuang Zhou asked: "You guys..."

At the end of the sentence, Pei Li continued playfully: "What?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled politely, left the high chair and turned to leave, when Pei Li called out, "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet."

Mao Fei pressed the strings to cut off the lingering sound. He opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with water, and he looked like he was about to cry. Mao Fei sniffled and looked down the stage. Sure enough, there were no guests in the bar.

I used to read resident singing posts, divided into two factions, one faction thinks that they are just background boards, guests eat, drink, have fun, blow bottles and chat, no one listens to their singing, and there is no sense of presence at all. The protagonist, just hold the microphone and sing until you feel good, no matter what happens to him offstage.

Mao Fei is a fool on the fence, depending on his mood, he jumps between the two factions.

Tonight, there are some factions that are unclear. He is the protagonist now, but he also wants to lose his sense of existence. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Mao Fei laughs at himself.

I didn't bring my mobile phone with me, but put it in the locker. The breathing light must have been flashing non-stop, and I was full of stupid words by someone anxious.

Mao Fei let out a "hum" in relief, stroked his beard, and prepared to sing a cheerful song to celebrate.

Zhuang Zhou returned to his seat by the window, poured fruit juice for Song Yusong without saying a word: "I really know how to choose a place."

"What's the matter?" Song Yusong was already very curious, "You stared at someone singing, do you know that person?"

"I don't know, it's probably fate."

This is too hypocritical, even the word "fate" has been mentioned, Song Yusong urged him: "In the end, make it clear."

Zhuang Zhou recalled for a while, his eyes were full of emotion and smile: "Keeping a sense of mystery is the key to charm."

Song Yusong almost flicked him with a nut shell, "Fuck me with my charm, forget about it." After a pause, he added, "Who reminds me of that, you two are separated like this?"

The smile froze instantly, and this time Zhuang Zhou confessed, "Well, haven't we been separated for three years?"

"He didn't look for you again?"

"I found it, blocked it, and across the Pacific Ocean, he can't do anything."

Instead, Song Yusong filled him with fruit juice: "Don't tell him to find it, you'd be a loser if you meet him."

Zhuang Zhou laughed and sighed: "This is really too much, but I can't refute it."

The two clinked glasses again to the brisk music.

"Get down to business, remember? The rules I just said, six chances."

"Remember. There will be class tomorrow afternoon. I'll go early and watch and prepare."

Song Yusong asked: "Then where do you live? I'm leaving tomorrow, why don't you go with me?"

Zhuang Zhou said, "No, I will live in Bowen."

After speaking, he raised his hand and called the waiter: "Another pistachio and bacon pizza."

Before the pistachios and pizza were served, Zhuang Zhou ran away, and Song Yusong failed to stop him, watching him walk to the stage to hook up with his wonderful fate.

Mao Fei stared blankly at this man who had been "wowed" by him. He saw that this man was his teacher Song's date.

Lost in a game and fined to sing in a chorus?

What are two old men doing to play a game of little young?In case Mr. Song loses the game, do you want to come up and sing in chorus?At such a close distance, can the Christmas disguise be passed?

Mao Fei blew his beard while holding the guitar, and politely declined: "Sorry, can you change the punishment---"

Zhuang Zhou stepped aside so that the waiter could move the high chair to the stage and put it next to Mao Fei.

Mao Fei really blew his beard and stared at the instigator Pei Li: What's wrong with you!

Pei Li raised his eyebrows at him: Be good, hurry up!

Mao Fei failed to stop Zhuang Zhou, and watched him step onto the stage and sit beside him.

There was a faint scent of nice perfume, I don’t know what it was, it was very weak, and it smelled very good. Mao Fei sniffed it a few times secretly, which only appeared in the novels he read, suits and leather shoes, loose bow ties And neckline, elegant men's perfume, and a mature and stable aura, all of which cannot be found in the tender and fresh flesh of his age.

The beauty is present, but it's a pity that Mao Fei is not in the mood to wave.

If you want to rest in peace, you might even get a phone number when you get up.

"What do you want to sing?"

"It's fine, you decide."

Mao Fei decided to make a quick decision: "Then "Little Star", can you?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed: "Yes."

There was a gust of cold wind with sleet blowing in at the door of the Qing Bar, chattering and chattering. Several people sat down and looked towards the stage, wanting to see what kind of strange combination this was, and what kind of nostalgic nursery rhymes they were singing.

Mao Fei was a little nervous. The two of them shared the same mic, their heads were put together, and the ups and downs of their voices rang in their ears.

If it was an unpleasant sound or an out-of-tune melody, Mao Fei would not be nervous.

Quite the opposite.

After singing, the newcomers clapped and booed at the bottom.

Mao Fei turned off the microphone, sat upright, and took a deep breath quietly holding the guitar.

A good-looking person looks good no matter what clothes he wears. Similarly, a good-looking person looks good no matter what songs he sings.

This is a top ten plus item in his heart.

Mao Fei suppressed his heartbeat, turned around slightly, and looked at Zhuang Zhou: "It's over."

Zhuang Zhou also looked at him, feeling very happy: "Yes."

"If you still want to continue playing the game, please change the punishment, I, I am inconvenient."

Zhuang Zhou didn't speak, but asked him earnestly and suspiciously with his eyes. If he still couldn't get an answer after two seconds, he would nod and say "yes", so that neither of them would be too embarrassed.

It's a pity that Mao Fei didn't last for two seconds, his face turned red from the look, and it burned all the way to his ears, making his already hot head dizzy even more. He said nonsense, "I will collect money again."

Zhuang Zhou was amused: "Got it."

Mao Fei was still thinking about calling him a scary and persuasive price, when he saw the man stood up and was about to leave, he said anxiously: "Wait a minute!"

Zhuang Zhou had already jumped off the stage, he turned and looked up at him: "Huh?"

Mao Fei said eagerly: "You don't win!"

These words are not pleasing to the ear, if you change your temper, you have to roll up your sleeves and try to reason with you.

Later, Pei Li recalled, and said: "I heard your pitiful tone at the bar and I trembled all over, it's the same as being fucked on the bed and begging someone 'don't stop'."