Scum gong, I'm getting along with you Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

Shen Keyan rode to the deepest part of the alley, greeted the security guard at the door, parked the bicycle at the parking spot, and then entered the innermost small door.

The innermost one is a bar, which is much quieter than the outside after entering the door.

Although it was quiet, the business of this bar was very good. It was only ten o'clock, and most of the seats were occupied, and there were quite a few people sitting in twos and threes in front of the bar.

After entering the Qing bar, Shen Keyan suppressed the expression on his face, went to the dressing room at the back to change into his daily clothes, carried the guitar and walked to the small stage specially set up in the Qing bar.

The design of this Qing bar is very artistic. The whole interior design is based on the theme of flowers. Every bar, booth and seat is carved in the form of various flowers. The stage in the center of the Qing bar, It is designed like a small garden with a fence around it. Real flowers are planted in the fence, and the stage is in the middle of the flowers.

After Shen Keyan sat down, someone asked for a song. He found out the score, hugged the guitar and began to play and sing.

This job came about by chance two years ago.

He had just finished the high school entrance examination two years ago, and due to tuition fees and some reasons from his father, he was seriously short of money. During those two months, he worked part-time almost day and night, looking for part-time jobs.

At that time, the bar had just opened, and one night when he passed the street and stopped to look at the pile of job advertisements posted on the wall by the side of the road, he was suddenly called out.

He turned around and saw a long-haired man with curly hair tied behind his head, squatting on the side of the road smoking a cigarette, looking at him through the smoke: "Are you looking for a job?"

Shen Keyan nodded vigilantly, and then heard the man ask again: "Can you sing?"

Shen Keyan didn't sing, but he nodded.

Not going to school is one of his principles for finding a job.

The man said: "Then you come to my bar to sing, from 10:30 pm to 1000 am, the minimum guarantee is [-], and all the money for the song will be yours, do you think it will work?"

Shen Keyan said yes, but when he followed the man to clean up the bar, his attitude was dubious. He held the mobile phone tightly in his pocket, and was ready to call the police if something went wrong.

Later, I found out that the man was really a serious bar owner, but the store just opened, the business was too bad, and all the money was invested in the decoration of the bar, so I really couldn't afford to find a decent singer-in-residence.

He said that before he saw Shen Keyan, he had been looking for resident singers for three full days. Those who were handsome and could sing were ridiculously expensive. Before he saw Shen Keyan, he gave up and wanted to go up by himself. He could sing, it was such a coincidence that God sent a handsome young man in front of him.

The boss was very open-minded at the time, as long as the singing doesn't go out of tune, that's all.

Later, to the surprise of the two of them, Shen Keyan not only sang without being out of tune, but even a little too nice.

After Shen Keyan sang in the Qing bar for a while, the business of the Qing bar has visibly improved, and the boss is also very generous, and his salary has been increasing.

But Shen Keyan didn't come after school started, and sometimes the emergency would come once or twice on weekends, and it started to come every weekend in recent months.

Because of lack of money.

After three or four o'clock in the morning, the number of people in the cleaning bar gradually decreased. At five o'clock, the cleaning bar closed. Shen Keyan went back to the locker room with the guitar in his arms. Instead of changing back into the school uniform, he packed the school uniform and the things in the closet. , Stuffed it into the bag and walked out.

The guitar wasn't taken, it wasn't his.

He went out from the locker room, the whole cleaning bar had been cleaned up, the lights were off, it was pitch black, the sky outside was foggy, and the sun hadn't come out yet.

The boss was squatting at the door smoking a cigarette, looked at his swollen schoolbag, and then seemed to think of something, and asked him, "Aren't you coming tomorrow? Have you enough money?"

Shen Keyan responded, and rode the bicycle out.

When riding out, the boss had finished smoking and stopped squatting down. When he saw him coming out, he said: "You haven't slept all night, so you can go back by taxi. You don't need to save this money."

Shen Keyan shook his head and said "No need".

The boss also took it for granted, didn't try to persuade him any more, just sighed, then seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said, "Xiao Shen, although every time your father owes money outside, you will come to my house to sing, I'm very happy that you came here to make my business better, but you always pay back the money for him. It's really not a solution. Let me put it harshly. You are also an adult now. You have collected the mess for your dad all these years Not a lot, you can give him a fixed amount of living expenses every month, and leave the rest alone, or do you think you will be dragged by him for the rest of your life?"

"I won't be dragged down by him." Shen Keyan responded, "I will find a way to deal with it."

Seeing that Shen Keyan had said that, the boss understood that other people's affairs are not easy to meddle in, so he didn't say any more, and waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and go back, I've already had someone transfer this month's salary to your account. Think for yourself, really."

Shen Keyan nodded his thanks, and rode away.

After he went to high school, he rented a place to live near the school, and he usually returned there when he went back to work.

But not today, he went to the bank by bike first, transferred a certain amount of money to a card, and then went home by bike.

He has lived in the house since he was a child, and now only his father lives in the house.

That address is the wedding house that his parents bought when they got married. It is in a pretty good neighborhood. Although it has become a bit old after more than ten years, the infrastructure can still keep up.

It was past six o'clock in the daytime when Shen Keyan rode back to the community, and the sky was already bright.

He had breakfast at the gate of the community, went back to the building where he lived, locked his bicycle downstairs, and took the elevator up to the twelfth floor.

There are two households on the first floor, Shen Keyan went to the door to temporarily open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of alcohol rushed in.

Shen Keyan frowned instantly, but he still walked into the house, opened all the windows in the living room, and then went back to close the door.

He put his schoolbag on the sofa in the living room, searched around, and found his father collapsed beside the bed in his father's bedroom.

He smelled of alcohol, and it looked like he drank until midnight and fell asleep not long after, and the room was also in a mess, with a bunch of wooden families piled up on the ground indiscriminately.

Shen Keyan took a look, went in and opened the window of the bedroom, he didn't care anymore, went into the kitchen, cooked a bowl of hangover soup skillfully, and after drying it for a while, he went back to his father's room, patted his father awake, He fed the hangover soup.

Shen Mingjin was fed a bowl of sobering soup in a daze, he became sober for two minutes, opened his eyes and saw Shen Keyan, he still couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, he just patted Shen Keyan and said: "Son, you are back. "

Shen Keyan stood up expressionlessly, and said to him, "Come out, I'll talk to you about something."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about Shen Mingjin's intentions, took the bowl out of the room, washed it in the kitchen and stuffed it into the cupboard, then sat in the living room and waited.

The living room was empty, with nothing but a dilapidated sofa and a dining table.

The TV screen hanging on the wall was cracked in the middle, and it looked like it had been like this for many years, and the cracks were covered with dust.

Shen Keyan sat in the living room for a while before Shen Mingjin wobbled out of the bedroom and sat next to Shen Keyan not too awake, with a smile on his bluish face: "Son, are you really coming back?" Oh, Dad thought it was a dream just now."

Shen Keyan didn't greet him, took out a card and put it in front of Shen Mingjin, and said bluntly: "There is 20 in it, you can use it to pay off the debt you owed some time ago."

Shen Mingjin looked at the card that Shen Keyan put on the table, and his eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Xiao Yan, it's because Dad is worthless, and Dad is useless, which made you work so hard at such a young age."

There was no expression on Shen Keyan's face, as if he had heard what he heard countless times at this moment, and he was numb after hearing it, and the speaker had never taken any actual action for this so-called guilt.

He took out a piece of paper from his schoolbag and put it on the table: "I'll give you the 20 yuan, but you must promise to find a job within a month. No matter what kind of job it is, it doesn't matter whether you make money or not, but You have to make sure you have a job, and you don't have a day and night. Besides, you're only allowed to drink once a week from now until the end of the year, and I'll come back two days a week to check if you've had a drink. Can't do it For the above two points, I will not care about whether you owe money outside or commit some crimes and go to the police station in the future."

As his voice fell, Shen Mingjin's face clearly showed embarrassment: "Xiao Yan, you... let me find a job within a month, it's okay, I only drink once a week, how can I bear it?"

Shen Keyan ignored his words, but took out a pen and put it in front of Shen Mingjin: "If you think there is no problem, just sign the guarantee letter and press your fingerprint. If you don't want to, I won't give you the 20."

"Xiao Yan." Shen Mingjin called out again, his voice was somewhat muddy and hoarse due to years of drinking, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he looked very pitiful.

Shen Keyan turned a blind eye and confronted him silently.

In the past seven or eight minutes, Shen Mingjin probably felt that it was impossible for Shen Keyan to back down, so he reluctantly signed and pressed his fingerprints.

After pressing it, he seemed to want to say something else, Shen Keyan had already taken away the letter of guarantee and stuffed it back into his schoolbag, then put his schoolbag on his back, got up and left.

Seeing this, Shen Mingjin called people to stop: "I haven't seen you for a long time, let's stay for lunch at noon."

"I just got off work, and I'm very tired now." Shen Keyan refused, and when he walked to the door, he said again, "You can eat after you find a job."

After speaking, he didn't look at Shen Mingjin again, and left home.

Shen Keyan entered the elevator. There was no one in the elevator in the early morning, it was empty, and the sound of the elevator running was particularly obvious.

He stared at the elevator door in a daze, with no expression on his face, showing no emotional ups and downs.

He did not have any emotional ups and downs, and those emotions were smoothed out after his father promised and violated again and again.

The elevator reached the first floor, and Shen Keyan walked out of the apartment building.

The greening of the community is good. At seven o'clock in the morning, many elderly people have already come out to do morning exercises and walk their dogs.

Shen Keyan had just stepped onto his bicycle when he suddenly heard someone calling.

He turned his head and saw a tall and straight old man with a loving smile on his face.

Shen Keyan's expression that had been frozen all morning broke the ice. He laughed, rode the bike to the old man's side, and said, "Grandpa Dashu got up so early for morning exercises?"

The old man laughed twice: "It's getting late, I'm getting old, I don't like to sleep anymore, I woke up at five o'clock in the morning, why are you free to come back today? Your father..."

"Yeah." Shen Keyan responded, "The matter is over, now I have to go back."

The old man looked at Shen Keyan with a bit of distress in his eyes, but he didn't say much, but after looking at him for a while, he cared: "Don't be too tired, look at your face, young people can't just rely on their good health to consume too much. "

"I see, Grandpa, you should do your morning exercises. I'm going back to catch up on sleep. I'm sleepy." After he finished speaking, he waved to the old man to leave, but the old man stopped him again.

"Wait, I almost forgot." As the old man said, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Shen Keyan.

"What?" Shen Keyan took it with a smile, opened the paper, and saw an address and phone number written on it.

"Work?" He looked up and asked the old man.

The old man nodded: "Tutoring is relatively easy, two hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon every weekend."

When Shen Keyan heard about the tutoring, he couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa, the whole school had to count down my grades to find me. I'm going to be a tutor for others. Isn't it a misleading student?"

The old man waved his hand: "It's just to teach children to do their homework. As a high school student, you can't do the third grade problems? The main reason is that this child is skinny, and several tutors have already been driven away. His family just wants to find someone who can cure them." His son lives there, so I found my gym to ask."

It was the first time Shen Keyan had heard of going to the Taekwondo Hall to find a tutor, and just thinking about it, he could think of the child's ability to go to the house to expose tiles.

He was holding the paper in his hand before he could make up his mind, when the old man suddenly approached him mysteriously, and said, "The key is that their prices are very high, so that the fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields."

Shen Keyan has never been a tutor, but he has learned about the market when he was looking for a part-time job. Generally, middle school students or college students go to tutor, and the price ranges from tens to two to three hundred. Compared with other part-time jobs that many students can do, the price has already been calculated High and very easy to work with.

Seeing that the old man spoke so mysteriously, he asked in cooperation, "How much?"

The old man raised a finger: "One thousand per hour."

Shen Keyan was startled, but before he could react, he heard the old man say again: "You can try it in the afternoon, I made an appointment with them, from [-]pm to [-]pm, if it feels right, I will start working again next week. "