private romance

The street is not far away, the two sides are continuous, and all you can see is the mountain.

The clouds and smoke in the daytime make it feel like a fairyland, coupled with some mysterious myths that have been passed down through the ages, it is also a holy place that many tourists come to pay homage to.

Just looking at it in a blink of an eye, the neon lights under the mountain are flashing, the cleanest and the most noisy.

Because of the long-lasting passenger flow, and this is the border of Dongcheng, close to the expressway.There are often wealthy second-generation patrons from surrounding cities. If there is a luxury coupe at the entrance, it is mostly the sons and sisters who come to the bar street for consumption.

Because he lived nearby for a long time, Mu Chenyuan has a good understanding of these things.It’s just that Bar Street didn’t leave a good impression on him. There is a scar on his back, which is bigger and more shocking than the scar from the surgery when he was a child.

His 16-year-old played a stereo and sang here, and was teased by a group of young men who drank too much.In the winter of December, pouring beer over his head, dragging him to the trash can, beating him, spitting on him, throwing up, and smashing the first wheelchair he ever owned.

He had suffered too much in the first half of his life, but it was not considered the most painful thing he had ever experienced.It was only later that he was sent to the hospital by the street administrator to clean up those wounds on his body, and the debridement surgery spent all the money he had saved. Mu Chenyuan remembered it clearly, 500 yuan.

Probably not enough for the customers in these stores to consume a bottle of wine casually, but let him not even stay in the hospital, and he will be penniless after the operation.

Later, he still had to come to this street to beg for life. When a person's survival cannot be guaranteed, other self-esteem and the like are worthless.It's just that Mu Chenyuan seldom comes here, for fear of being beaten again, he has no money for another operation.Instead, he went to the street with the "Creativity Park" sign every day. Although many shopkeepers disliked it, in Mu Chenyuan's perception, artists should still have a lot of kind people.

After that, he really got a serious job in the studio, and he had a stable source of income every day.

After such a long time, it can't be said that there is any psychological shadow.It's just that Song Mingzheng was walking forward without looking back once.Looking at his back, Mu Chenyuan felt a little apprehensive, maybe he is also like that.

Thinking about it, he felt that he was too exaggerated. It is always difficult for a child who grows up without the protection of his parents to grow up.

Song Mingzheng's withdrawnness somewhat resonated with him.

Song Mingzheng counted forward as he walked, nine, ten, eleven.The outside has been remodeled, and he can't see the way clearly, but the inside is still the same. This store doesn't look special, and it is actually the same.So in the past, he always relied on secretly counting the door to determine where it was, and he can still use it like this now.

It's clean, it's been open for some years, and it's not barrier-free.Song Mingzheng stopped and waited for Mu Chenyuan, then turned his head and asked, "Can you come up?"

"Hmm..." Mu Chenyuan struggled for a moment, the wooden steps were not high, and he could push them up in one go.But I also thought that if I performed poorly, would Song Mingzheng be willing to hug him up?

Hi, forget it.

There are so many people around here, don't be idle to make Song Mingzheng unhappy, so he grinned, his teeth gleaming, "Of course! Just watch." With both hands, the sports wheelchair bumped a bit, but immediately passed the low steps.One of Mu Chenyuan's legs fell off, and he quickly reached out to pick it up, as easy as grabbing a rope and putting it back.

Only when someone came in did Song Mingzheng think about looking at the place.In fact, he doesn't really like to play here, let alone he hasn't been here for many years.

I didn't have much impression at first, but before he was injured, He Tingzhao liked to drink here with his friends. He didn't know how to feel sad when he was young. Acting like a baby again.He Tingzhao's voice change was late, so at that time even his voice was a bit childish, and there was a bit of pampering sweetness in what he said.Maybe the last sentence was "Song Mingzheng, get out!" The next sentence will become "A Zheng, I love you so much."

He has to bring people back.Sometimes people can stumble and walk, he helped He Tingzhao out of the street, went to the intersection to buy candied chestnuts or candied haws, sometimes He Tingzhao would vomit on the side of the road, and he sighed and went to the convenience store to give He bought a scenic mineral water that was more expensive than outside.Sometimes He Tingzhao was too drunk to walk, so he would carry the person back with a heavy load on his back. 16-year-old Song Mingzheng listened to 16-year-old He Tingzhao's confession, sometimes he could hear clearly, loudly in his ear shouted, for fear that Song Mingzheng would become deaf.Sometimes he whispered again, and Song Mingzheng didn't know whether he was drinking too much or he didn't want to hear himself.

He is too old, and he can't remember many words clearly.It's just that Mr. He Tingzhao loves to repeat it over and over again.

"Ah Zheng, I didn't want you to let me into your garden that day. I want to always be in your heart."

"You can only like me."

OK.

To this day, I only love you.

The bar has changed owners, and the decoration has not changed much, but the waiters are all young people.All the customers came in, and the waiters were very enthusiastic. They went up to help Mu Chenyuan push the wheelchair, and took them to a booth by the window where there were no stairs.

The hot bar does not officially open until ten o'clock in the evening, but the Qing bar usually has its official opening at five o'clock in the afternoon. In Song Mingzheng's view, this kind of place can only be regarded as a coffee shop that can sell alcohol, and the business is basically not particularly good. Compared with left and right, this store has always been considered a depression.

It is more than eight o'clock in the evening, and the guests have basically finished serving.Resident singers are undoubtedly an important part of the bar's attraction to guests.Many well-known singers have gone out of the bar through singing in the bar. A good singing in the bar can drive a lot of popularity, and this store is obviously the same.Because the booth by the window is the farthest from the singers on stage, no one cares about it, and a seat was just vacated for them.

It was the first time for Mu Chenyuan to come to this kind of place. He was a little excited and a little scared. He still didn't know if he could handle consumption in this kind of place.After Song Mingzheng ordered water, he pushed the menu to him, and asked Mu Chenyuan to order by himself. The prices without drinks were very ordinary, and it was not as exaggerated as Mu Chenyuan imagined.

"Brother...Brother, do we want to drink?" He looked around at other guests, and said cautiously, "Wine is really not cheap."

Song Mingzheng really couldn't bear his unpromising appearance, and sometimes he could clearly feel the class gap.He took off the mask, with a cold handsome face, "You can order it if you want. But I warn you, you can drink it, and I will buy it for you, but if you dare to vomit after drinking it, don't blame me for getting angry."

Mu Chenyuan stuck out his tongue. He was very happy that Song Mingzheng could bring him here.In his conception, this is also a place where ordinary couples would come. It really excited him. If you don’t drink, you don’t drink. Anyway, he never drank.There shouldn't be much alcohol to speak of.

In the end, in addition to two drinks, I ordered two more snacks.These things were all prepared by the back kitchen, and they were served quickly.Song Mingzheng didn't eat a mouthful, just drank the juice with his head down, and then listened to Mu Chenyuan complaining aggrievedly, "Brother! This food is not delicious, and it sells for hundreds of dollars. Isn't that a scam!"

Song Mingzheng raised his eyelids, his half-closed Ruifeng eyes swept over, complaining silently.

Nonsense, who comes to the bar for the purpose of eating?

They don't order many things, and there is no high consumption.But soon, the eyes of most of the nearby tables were attracted, and more than one mobile phone was secretly lifted up to shoot at Song Mingzheng.

Mu Chenyuan saw it too, and he was a little bit upset while being proud, "Oh, no matter where you go, there are people watching, more than people watching my wheelchair. When you look back, the eyeballs of the girl at the back table are almost touching your back. up."

"Eating can't stop your mouth, can it?" The music started. When they came, the resident singer had just finished taking a break, and now they were on stage again. The huge music suddenly drowned out Song Mingzheng's words.Mu Chenyuan saw that everything was new, and immediately shifted his attention.Song Mingzheng didn't bother to say the second half of the sentence, and swallowed it directly.

It's 10:[-], and there are [-] minutes left.

The store has an interactive program that has been maintained for many years.

"Sir, this is the depth bomb ordered for you at table 13. Jager has exchanged Red Bull. And the pear juice for you in the VIP room."

The waiter brought up two drinks, as if he hadn't seen such a handsome man in many years, the young girl couldn't help turning her head slightly, but immediately turned her gaze back.

"Hey, we didn't order these two!" The music was a bit loud, and Mu Chenyuan didn't understand what was going on, and was about to continue communicating with the waiter.

The loud music coming from the speakers on both sides suddenly stopped, but only two seconds later, louder music started, and a passionate voice said, "Okay! It's our weekly confession night again, everyone round of applause!"

The host didn't know whether he was a DJ or a wedding host, but the hot venue had its own way, and the atmosphere quickly became active.

Mu Chenyuan was taken aback by the sudden sound, he hadn't recovered yet, and didn't know what happened.Song Mingzheng showed no expression, obviously he was used to it, took advantage of this stall to accept two glasses of water, and asked the waiter to leave.

Eight forty-six.

The projection screen behind the stage showed a girl's name, followed by a hot selfie of the female figure.It means that someone spends money to dominate the screen for her, usually to celebrate birthdays and the like.

Song Mingzheng turned his gaze up, glanced at the time, and waited with his chin resting.He said nothing and made no move.The pupils are like a colorful kaleidoscope closed, in this environment, the temperament is quiet and cannot be separated from it, because.

The girl on the projection screen jumped onto the stage.

The host enthusiastically drove the atmosphere, "Okay! The first one to confess today is a girl! I don't know what table you are from, what song do you want to sing? Who do you want to give it to?"

Only now did Mu Chenyuan understand what had happened, and he grabbed Song Mingzheng's cuff excitedly.The latter pulled his hand back calmly to avoid direct physical contact between the two of them.

"Brother! Wow! This is a confession! Isn't this just singing to whoever you confess to?"

He didn't get an answer, and he didn't have time to think about it. The people on the stage had already expressed everything.

The unique female voice sounded in the microphone, with a smoky voice, "Ah! And me, I'm at table NO.13!" The audience cheered, especially table 13, which was a big table, and sat around in a circle Young people, booing loudly.

"I want to sing "Hello Stranger" to the boy in black at table 29. I wonder if I can add a WeChat account?"

All eyes gathered over.

"Brother--! Is it us? Our table? Give it to you?" Mu Chenyuan realized later, glanced at the table cards, and suddenly realized.He grabbed Song Mingzheng's cuff and shook it crazily, at a loss, "She, confess to you? Is it to confess to you? Do you know... know each other?"

"do not know."

Song Mingzheng was so annoyed by his shaking, he glanced over and didn't want to say another word.

"The depth charges she sent."