After three drinks, Xu Xin asked for another box of beer, but was stopped by Chu Han.
Obviously, this silly girl was drunk.
"Uncle... tell me, why do people have to be so tired in life?"
Chu Han raised his eyes and glanced at Xu Xin, and sneered: "Are you still tired? How can you, a rich second generation, be tired? How can you let us social animals, these people who work hard for life every day, live? Besides, I am worse than
You are three years older, why are you now an uncle?"
"Sorry Brother Chu, I didn't mean that. I mean, why are there always people in this world who can't stand you? They pop up from time to time to make your life miserable, and then they laugh at you, accuse you, and ignore you. If these
People are your relatives and friends, so you can't be angry, and you have to pretend to be generous, because they always say, I am saying this for your own good, so don't be angry. However, I am really angry, but I can't show it.
Appearing and showing off, it seems that I don't know what is good or bad, even though I have obviously worked so hard."
As she spoke, Xu Xin poured another bottle of wine into her stomach.
"There are also those friends of mine who laugh at me every day for being stupid, saying that I am squandering my family's money, being deceived, and being gullible. They say that people like me are destined to fail to succeed. But I just refuse to accept it. Why do those people say that I am stupid every day?
Damn it, someone who doesn’t do any work would have the face to laugh at me, a person with dreams? I just want to be an excellent investor, is that wrong?”
"That's right." Chu Han and Xu Xin touched the quilt, looking a little embarrassed.
The folk songs were still ringing, but when the sound reached Xu Xin's ears, it seemed a little noisy.
"I still miss the time when I was in school. My classmates before college didn't think about anything except studying. How wonderful." Xu Xin squinted her eyes, her cheeks were as red as her buttocks. At this moment, she recalled her high school days, but
Showing an innocent smile.
Also this time, Chu Hanjue's heart seemed to be touched, and he began to reflect, had he gone too far? Was it unfair to Xu Xin by doing this?
Yes, one million is indeed not much for Xu Xin. If he loses money and is cheated, he will probably be criticized by his parents and ridiculed by his friends. But Chu Han can obviously prevent this kind of thing from happening.
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He may not be able to make much money from this movie, but at least he can make it pass the censorship review and be put on the big screen, instead of just cutting it casually until it loses even basic logic, which is called a money trap.
"This song is so ugly." Xu Xin looked at the wandering singer and couldn't help complaining.
"Do you like listening to music?" Chu Han suddenly asked.
"I like it. I like any good song, with good melody, good lyrics, and anything that can arouse my emotions." Xu Xin scratched her nose and grinned at Chu Han.
Xu Xin is a rich second generation, and her family protects her very well. Perhaps her father also realized this, so he let her try to live a life, let her invest, and then let her fail.
This is life, there is nothing to say, just let yourself experience the ups and downs.
"Brother, please lend me your guitar to play with."
Chu Han came to the street singer and asked.
Under normal circumstances, street singers are willing to borrow money. They are either begging or asking for money. They just sing on the roadside for hobbies and may go to work in suits and ties the next day.
Sure enough, the wandering singer generously gave the guitar to Chu Han, while he stood aside, wanting to see what Chu Han played.
Xu Xin also stared at Chu Han with big confused eyes, seemingly curious, but she didn't expect that Chu Han could also play the guitar and sing.
"Can I request a song?" Xu Xin asked loudly with confused eyes.
"No, you can listen to whatever I sing."
"Oh..." Xu Xin sat back obediently, showing her cuteness.
There are more and more people at the barbecue stall, the crowds are noisy, and the shirtless man is bragging about unverifiable claims. No matter whether his friends believe it or not, just be happy.
The street singer who had been robbed of his guitar was playing with his mobile phone and enjoying a break from his busy schedule.
People who dare to sing on the street must love singing very much, but that doesn't mean that they still have the energy to sing after singing for several hours. Now that Chu Han has taken over, they are eager to take a break.
No one noticed that there was a new person in the place of the wandering singer, only Xu Xin.
Xu Xin, who was already excited about drinking, stared at Chu Han unblinkingly with blurred eyes, looking forward to what song would come out of Chu Han's mouth.
The tone of the guitar is very good. It is obvious that this guitar is worth a lot of money. The intonation is also very good when it is strummed casually. It seems that this wandering singer is not good at singing, but he has excellent control over the tone of the instrument.
As he fiddled with his right hand, simple and clear chords flowed out of the guitar, instantly attracting the wandering singer playing with his mobile phone next to him. Xu Xin was also attracted.
Leaning close to the microphone, Chu Han spoke to the rhythm of the chords.
"Tomorrow will you remember~~the diary you wrote yesterday?"
"Will you still miss me tomorrow~~ You used to cry the most."
After just two lyrics, the lively chatter at the barbecue stall suddenly became quieter.
Everyone listened attentively, looking for the source of the sound. Soon, everyone turned their attention to Chu Han, who was singing at the moment.
When these two lyrics came out, Xu Xin was stunned for a moment. Also stunned was the wandering singer behind her.
"The teachers can't even remember you. You can't guess the problem."
"It was only by chance that I looked through the photos and remembered you as my roommate."
"Who married the sentimental you~~who read your diary."
"Who tied up your long hair~~ Who made your wedding dress."
"..."
As Chu Han gradually got better and the song reached the chorus, the entire barbecue stall became quiet. People who loved drinking put down their glasses, and the uncle who was making skewers held up the skewers but did not move for a long time.
Someone quietly took out his cell phone and pointed it at Chu Han. The street singer next to him was also a quiet listener, but the more he listened, the more something was wrong.
Xu Xin covered her mouth and wanted to cry.
Although I don’t understand why I want to cry, when I think back to my high school life and my innocent student days, I feel inexplicably sentimental.
It was a time that I can never go back to, but it is also a time that I can remember for a lifetime.
Finally, tears burst out of the bank. Xu Xinzai couldn't control her emotions, so she grabbed the wine bottle and blew the whole bottle.
After Chu Han finished singing the last line, Xu Xin also lay motionless on the table, like a dead dog.
Chu Han put down his guitar, and instantly, there was thunderous applause.
Even though he was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but feel shy at this moment.
"What a nice song. What's the name of this song?" someone next to me asked.
Subconsciously, Chu Han replied: "You, my deskmate."
"My deskmate...what a great name. Is this song your original creation?"
When this question was asked, Chu Han was mostly awake from the wine, and secretly cried out that it was terrible.