Chapter 1

"Xiao Le, your voice can't sing anymore. My bar is also a small business. I'm sorry."

"This will always be your home. If you do well in the future, you must come back and have a look."

When the bar owner apologetically invited Fang Xiaole out of the back door of the bar and slammed him out of the door, Fang Xiaole neither begged nor angry.

He just stood silently in the alley. A moment later, he tightened his guitar on his shoulder, walked out of the alley and left the bar where he had been singing for more than a year.

Fang Xiaole walked onto the main street. Against the crowd who came to have fun at night, he bowed his head and passed the colorful and drunken bars on both sides of the road.

Fang Xiaole is a bar singer. He has problems with alcohol and staying up late.

His voice is broken.

Fang Xiaole has been to many hospitals, but he can't cure it. Just like the memory of the place called "Earth" before crossing, Fang Xiaole can't remember it by all means.

In the past, the bar owner endured for a week and finally opened his mouth tonight.

People also want to make money to eat.

Fang Xiaole walked out of the bar street and looked back. This street is as noisy and prosperous as ever. It is not only a paradise for lonely people to pursue their desires, but also a stage for bottom singers to maintain their dreams.

It's just that from now on, anything like "dream" has nothing to do with him.

Think about how to live.

"Tonight, just tonight, get drunk for the last time..."

Fang Xiaole bought a few cans of beer and walked alone in the night with his guitar on his back. After walking for more than an hour, he came to a remote and deserted old street.

This street used to be a shantytown. After the demolition, several three storey old houses were left.

It's very quiet here. No one will come. Whenever she is tired, Fang Xiaole will climb to the roof of the old house, sit and watch the stars, drink beer and talk to the flying fireflies.

Fang Xiaole called these old houses his "tree cave house".

On weekdays, he would dump all the words he didn't dare to say and couldn't say in the tree cave.

Creak, creak... Fang Xiaole climbed up the old stairs to the roof of an old house, went to the edge, sat down, put down his guitar, opened a can of beer and drank a third of it.

The foot is a narrow and deep alley, and the head is full of stars.

"Today is the last dream. I will give up my dream of being the king of songs and run around for life, ha ha..."

Fang Xiaole picked up the beer can, raised his glass to invite the moon and smiled miserably at the stars.

"I always thought I was very talented and had a good voice. If I could sing those songs, I would be able to make a blockbuster, but I can't remember those songs. Now my voice is bad, ha ha... I'm probably the worst singer in the world?"

"No, you're not as miserable as me."

Fang Xiaole was talking to himself to the stars. Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the roof of the old house opposite.

"Because I'm also a singer, and I'm going to jump off a building to commit suicide, so you're not the worst."

The woman's voice was gentle and beautiful, but it suddenly came out in the dark. It was so penetrating that Fang Xiaole almost fell off the roof.

He looked at the opposite roof and could vaguely see a slender figure, but there was no light on the roof of the old house opposite, so he couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

"Are you a singer, too? Bar street? "

Fang Xiaole thought of the bar street where she worked for the first time. Most of the resident singers there were very hard, and the beautiful female singers often faced some dirty things.

The image of a bar female singer who chose to commit suicide under the pressure of life and various hidden rules jumped into Fang Xiaole's mind.

The other side seemed stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "yes, you are also singing in the bar street?"

"Yes, meeting is fate. Have a drink!"

Probably because of darkness and alcohol, Fang Xiaole put down his guard against strangers and threw a can of beer.

"Oh!"

There is a narrow back lane between the roofs on both sides. Less than one meter away, the slender figure hurriedly catches the can of beer and can't help complaining:

"You don't say a word when you throw things over."

Fang Xiaole smiled, and the other side also laughed. The atmosphere between the two strangers was inexplicably relaxed, like two old friends who had known each other for many years.

"Cheers."

Fang Xiaole raised the beer can opposite.

"Cheers."

The slender figure opened the lid and lifted the jar at him.

Fang Xiaole took a sip and put down the beer can. He found that the opposite side still kept the posture of raising his head and continued to make a gulp.

A moment later, she finally put down the beer can, couldn't help burping, and quickly covered her mouth with embarrassment.

Fang Xiaole thought the girl was very funny and said with a smile, "you won't finish it in one bite?"

The other side was surprised and asked, "don't you say cheers? Haven't you finished? " Then he pointed to him: "finish it quickly. Don't think you can cheat if you are handsome."

Fang Xiaole noticed that there was a lamp on the roof on his side, and his appearance could be seen from the opposite side.

"Well, I drink..."

Fang Xiaole didn't care. Being handsome was just for people to see. After drinking the wine in the jar, he wiped his mouth and asked:

"Is the handsome guy in a better mood to drink with you?"

The woman is unwilling to show weakness: "beauty drinks with you. Are you in a better mood?"

"Well! I've figured it out. Although my voice is bad and I can't sing anymore, I'm so young that I can do other things. As long as I work hard, I won't die of hunger. "

"Then I've figured it out. Although many artificial ballads slander me, I'm so beautiful and have so many fans. As long as I work hard, I'll be a singer."

Fang Xiaole laughed and said, "do you still have fans? Oh, yes, there are always some regular guests in the bar who like to listen to you sing, just like I used to. "

"... yes."

Lin Yao hides in the dark and looks at the elegant and handsome man under the light on the opposite roof. The gloomy mood that originally wanted to jump off the roof is disappearing a little.

These days, she has endured too many Internet rumors and slanders. Even with her huge number of fans, she can't resist so many Internet sprays that don't know the truth.

Lin Yao was tired. She left a suicide note while her agent and assistant were not paying attention, and then ran out secretly to find the abandoned old street.

She climbed up the roof and was ready to leave the cruel world in silence.

At this time, the handsome and lovely man appeared.

Somehow, after a few words with him and a can of beer, Lin Yao suddenly felt that the world was not so cruel.

"Hello, little beer sister, are you really beautiful? Is she beautiful? "

Fang Xiaole had drunk a lot on the road. At this time, his tongue was a little big and he began to speak boldly.

Lin Yao looked back in the direction of his fingers. It was an LED billboard on a tall building in the distance.

"Are you ready for super challenge Season 3?"

Below the slogan is a beautiful and gentle face, with the name Lin Yao next to it.

Super challenge is a very popular outdoor variety show. As a newcomer of two years, Lin Yao suddenly became a regular guest of this top variety show, blocking the way of many people.

Therefore, some of her "black material" spread like wildfire on the Internet, and then quickly developed into the whole network black.

At the moment, seeing the billboard of the program that made her the target of public criticism and a huge picture of herself, Lin Yao didn't get out of control as before, but burst out laughing.

"I'm as beautiful as her."

Poof, Fang Xiaole also smiled. This little beer sister is quite confident.

Suddenly, the treasure house of the earth's memory, which had not been opened for a long time, suddenly revealed a small crack.

The melody and lyrics of a song jumped out.

Just right for the situation.

I can't sing anymore. Let's say goodbye to my dream with this song.

Just right, it's still a duet between men and women.

"Beer sister, aren't you a singer? I have a very nice duet song. Would you like to try it? "

"Singing? okay! What song? "

"I'll teach you."

……

The melody of this song is beautiful and catchy. After Fang Xiaole taught it for about an hour, Lin Yao learned about it. Although many details still need to be pondered, it doesn't enter the studio. It's just an impromptu chorus. It's enough.

"Come?"

Fang Xiaole picked up his guitar.

"Come on, I'm afraid of you?"

There was a provocative voice opposite, and she seemed to cover her mouth and smile in the dark.

The corners of Fang Xiaole's mouth rose, his fingers moved the guitar strings, and the graceful and moving melody flowed out of his fingertips. After a short prelude, he gently sang:

"I can't sleep in the middle of the night and hum my mood into a song."

"I had to go to the roof to find another dream."

Lin Yao connects:

"I'm still not sure if I was awakened in my sleep."

"How can there be a moving melody on the opposite roof."

I have a nice voice and good singing skills. Why haven't I heard of such a person on bar street?

I just don't know what I look like.

Fang Xiaole is a little amazing.

"I closed the door quietly and went up with hope."

"It's the man who often appears in my dream."

The gentle and beautiful voice, like spring breeze and drizzle, flows gently into the eardrum, and Fang Xiaole follows:

"That person is not the vague one in my dream."

"We have the same tacit understanding."

"Use the antenna..."

Lin Yao connected: "use the antenna..."

The two tacitly sang a chorus: "line up in the shape of loving you."

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Lin Yao: "singing your song on the roof."

Fang Xiaole: "on the roof and the people I love."

Although the other party couldn't see her face clearly in the dark, Fang Xiaole could feel her soft smile when she was singing this sentence.

Although the other party's voice was a little hoarse, Lin Yao thought he was really handsome singing on the guitar, and he was so talented that he could write such a beautiful song.

……

"This roof has a beautiful encounter ~"

"Singing your song on the roof ~"

"On the roof with me, love..."

In the deserted old street, in the cold night, in the clear and graceful song.

Two lonely souls suddenly meet