Fang Xiao returned to school and it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Liu Chengjie still had not come back. It must have been effective. In April, the senior student dormitory had a faint smell of falling trees and scattering. Many people went out for internships, and those who stayed were not interested in playing. The corridor was quiet and there was no noise.

He woke up early in the morning, and after eating and drinking, he felt a little sleepy as soon as he calmed down. He was about to go to bed and take a nap when the phone rang again, this time it was Qiao Yadan.

"Fang Xiao, is it convenient for you now? Let's come to Tsim Sha Tsui, I'll take you to the bar."

"Okay." Fang Xiao breathed, forcibly dispelled his sleepiness, and asked, "Do I want to bring a guitar?"

"No, there are all kinds of musical instruments over there." Qiao Yadan seemed to be outside, and the phone was very noisy. She said loudly: "I'm waiting for you at the subway exit in Tsim Sha Tsui. When I'm here to call me."

Fang Xiao hung up the phone, changed into the outfit he wore during the interview yesterday, then locked the dormitory, and walked out of the campus again. On the way to the subway station, he bought a roll of medical breathable tape at a street pharmacy and wrapped a few fingers. Although this was inconvenient, his fingers would feel better when playing the guitar.

No matter what time and space, no matter which city, it is always difficult to get seats on the subway. Fang Xiao squeezed around and stood for nearly an hour before he arrived in Tsim Sha Tsui. He swiped his card and got out of seclusion. After walking for less than two steps, he saw a girl waved to him in front of the advertising light box next to the ticket vending machine. After a closer look, he realized that it was Qiao Yadan.

She wore an old-fashioned plaid long-sleeved shirt on the upper body and jeans on the lower body. She was not a slim fit, but a very loose straight piece. This outfit is extremely ordinary and has no distinctive features. It is completely different from the passionate style yesterday. She has changed from a fashionable white-collar beauty to a rustic street girl. The contrast is too big. At first glance, she really can't recognize it.

Fang Xiao walked over, drew a circle in front of her with his fingers, and asked with a smile: "Are you visiting me in a private manner?"

"The work needs." Qiao Yadan also smiled and explained: "When working in a bar, I dress so beautifully that I can easily attract annoying people."

Then the two walked side by side, and Qiao Yadan was very close to him, which made Fang Xiao a little uncomfortable. When he stepped on the subway exit elevator, he deliberately lagged one step behind and stood one step lower.

Qiao Yadan noticed his uneasiness, hilariously, then took a step back and squeezed on the same step as him.

"Don't you think it's crowded?"

"I don't feel it." Qiao Yadan rubbed his elbow and said with a smile: "It's indeed a dash-headed goose!"

Fang Xiao put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the top without looking sideways.

Qiao Yadan rubbed him twice again, and when he saw that he had no reaction, he simply stretched out his left hand, walked through his arms, held them together, and stood close to his body.

"Isn't this good?"

"I think it's pretty good."

In front of them was an old woman with a gray haired bag. She looked back and showed an ambiguous and kind smile.

Fang Xiao shrugged his lips, Qiao Yadan smiled, hugged him tighter, and leaned his head down, leaning against his shoulder.

"Beautiful boy, this beautiful girl is so nice to you. You two are very compatible."

"Barely, just force."

This is actually very ordinary, but when he said it, he felt a sense of humor that he had taken advantage of it but could not helplessly. Qiao Yadan laughed loudly, and the old woman couldn't stop laughing. After the elevator reached the end, she waved to the two of them before slowly walking into the crowd.

"Can you let go?"

"Isn't this good?" Qiao Yadan held him in his left hand and pointed to the direction with his right hand, and said, "The bar is there, let's walk over."

OK, I won't suffer anyway...

Fang Xiao then let her drag her around, looking at the surrounding environment while walking.

The ability and efficiency of state-owned land and private land in planning and demolition can be described as being in the sky and underground. In the blink of an eye, more than 60 years have changed. In this life, Tsim Sha Tsui and Tsim Sha Tsui in their previous life are the same. It can be said that except for the land under their feet, everything else is neither human nor human.

After looking at it for a while, Fang Xiao felt boring. It was similar to other big cities. There were tall buildings, crowds of people, numerous commodities, and crowded roads. There was nothing special about it. If it weren't for the subtle differences between culture and society, he could not be considered a time travel. He just changed his body and wandered from one city to another...

After he stopped his mind, he felt a strange charm around him - the two of them were close together. While walking, they could not only smell a faint fragrance, but also touched a ball of striking elastic softness with vague touch.

Qiao Yadan saw him looking around and after a long time, he finally withdrew his eyes, noticed her existence, and complained: "Fang Xiao, you are such a dashing goose among the dashing goose!"

"I'm not very familiar with you, dear!"

"Dear?" Qiao Yadan stopped, looked at him with a tilted head, and asked, "What are you kissing? Dear? Or do you want to kiss me?"

It's really a tragedy, I forgot about cultural differences...

In the future, you must remember not to talk about the catchphrases of your previous life...

By the way, you are too enthusiastic and too proactive, so you should kiss me now?

"'Dear' is the abbreviation of 'Dear Silly Sister'." Fang Xiao said, "This is a dialect language. When you meet someone or something that drives you crazy, just say that."

"Tsk! Just tell me the truth, there is no such dialect." Qiao Yadan walked forward again, and as he walked, he laughed and said, "But your statement is really interesting, kiss! kiss! interesting haha."

The woman's mind changed very quickly. After taking two steps, she stopped again and asked, "Why, I'm driving you crazy? Or do you think I'm a silly sister?"

"It's just a catchphrase." Fang Xiaozhen was a little crazy. He touched his nose with his left hand and said, "Why do you have to be too serious about the same concept as 'Damn' and 'go to your uncle'?"

Qiao Yadan stared at him seriously for a while, then smiled and said, "You are right."

Then she didn't say anything, but she didn't let go of Fang Xiao's arm. The two of them walked hundreds of meters silently, crossing the street and entering an alley. The shops in this alley had bar signs hanging, a bit like Lan Kwai Fong in their previous life, but not as ostentatious as Lan Kwai Fong.

At the end of the alley, there is a shop with the "Twilight Bar" sign hanging. At the door, Qiao Yadan let go of his hand and ordered: "I told the boss yesterday that you are my boyfriend and asked him to take care of him, so if you have something to say, I will say first, don't talk too much."

"Okay." Fang Xiao smiled and said, "I can pick up a girlfriend for free, I can't ask for it."

Qiao Yadan slashed his hair, smiled, and asked, "You can't just be this kind of clothes, are you?"

"You said it."

"I just saw that there was tape on your fingers, what's wrong?"

"I haven't played the guitar for a long time. I used too much force yesterday and it was swollen."

"Does it matter?"

"A small thing will be fine in a few days."

Qiao Yadan stopped talking, pushed open the door with the sign "Not open yet" and took him in.

It was cloudy and the light was not very transparent. Only the bar was turned on, but the lights were placed on, which only shone on a small area. Therefore, the light in the bar was dark and gloomy. Fang Xiao looked at the chairs piled on the table with four legs facing the sky, and felt like he was watching an old Hong Kong gangster movie...

The bar area is not large. It is roughly estimated that even if the seats are full, there will be only a hundred people. However, in Tsim Sha Tsui, where every inch of land is valuable, this is already a very good place.

Qiao Yadan took Fang Xiao, walked around several tables, walked to the bar, and greeted: "Uncle Chen."

Under the lights of the bar, there was a tall middle-aged man wearing a black round-neck T-shirt, wiping the glass. He said without raising his head, "Is Dandan here?"

"Uncle Chen, he is the Fang Xiao I told you yesterday, my boyfriend."

The man looked up and looked at Fang Xiao. Qiao Yadan made a gesture on the side. Fang Xiao bowed slightly and shouted to her, "Uncle Chen."

The middle-aged man nodded, lowered his head and slowly wiped the glass cup. He finished one, and then wiped the next one.

Damn, the retribution in this life...

I just turned a blind eye to my disgust of Zheng Yonglin. It was only two hours before someone used it on me...

"Uncle Chen, let me wipe it."

"No, you go and put the table and chairs."

Qiao Yadan turned his back to the middle-aged man. Fang Xiao raised two fingers, bent it, gave him another look, signaling him to lower his attitude, and then went to move tables and chairs.

Shi Lilin said she rarely goes back to school, so has she been working here all the time?

After Uncle Chen wiped the entire plate of glass cups, he put down his towel, raised his chin, and signaled: "There is a guitar over there. Go and get a handful of it and play it for me."

With the intention of making good use of every song, Fang Xiao took a guitar on the instrument rack, sat on the high stool in front of the bar, and played "Nanping Night Bell", but he only played the beginning and was interrupted.

"Dandan heard this song for me yesterday." Uncle Chen hugged his chest with his hands, his arm muscles bulging with his T-shirt, and he felt very powerful, and said, "Change another song."

Have you heard of it?

Then change one...

Fang Xiao then turned to play "Rose, I Love You", which is an interlude of the classic movie "The Singer of the World". The movie was released in 1940 and appeared before the butterfly's wings flapped. It is a song with no plagiarism potential. This song also has a finger-playing guitar version.

"Rose, Rose, I Love You" is a song composed by Chen Gexin, written by Wu Cun, and originally sang by Yao Li. It is known as the two representative works of old Shanghai pop music, and it is widely circulated. It was also covered by American singer Frankie-Laine and ranked at the top of the BillBoard rankings. It is the first Chinese song to be widely popular and have a significant influence internationally.

"The song is well written." After playing, Uncle Chen nodded and commented: "The song is flawed and not smooth enough."

He was not used to the tape wrapped around his fingers, and even if he wrapped around the tape, it still hurts. If he didn't press the string tightly, it would inevitably lead to flaws when he was fast. However, Fang Xiao did not explain, but just said, "Uncle Chen is really an expert."

"Uncle Chen." Qiao Yadan came over to help explain, "Fang Xiao hasn't played guitar for a long time. He played too much yesterday and injured his finger."

"Go to do your work." Uncle Chen waved his hand, drove Qiao Yadan away, and said, "Let me see your hand."

He spoke very calmly and had no expression, but he had an unquestionable aura. Fang Xiao put down his guitar and put his hands on the bar as he spoke.

Uncle Chen took a step forward, looked down at his hands, and said, "It's useless to wrap tape."

Then he suddenly grabbed Fang Xiao's hands, turned them over, and used his palms to wrap his fingers around the tape, pressing them tightly on the bar. His strength was so strong that his fingers were connected to the heart. Fang Xiao suddenly felt tears of pain and couldn't help but groan.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Yadan ran over again. Seeing this scene, he was shocked and said quickly: "Uncle Chen, what are you doing? Let go!"

As he said that, he was about to go around the bar and pull Uncle Chen's arm. Fang Xiao gritted his teeth and shook his head, indicating that she should not move. Qiao Yadan showed surprise on his face. Uncle Chen didn't explain and kept holding it down. After several minutes, he let go of his hand.

"Fang Xiao, do you have to worry?"

"It's okay." Fang Xiaoping grinned and spread his hands, saying, "Do you a favor and tear the tape for me."

"ah?"

"His fingers are no longer conscious now." Uncle Chen said calmly: "If you play the guitar like this, it won't hurt."

Fang Xiao nodded and signaled Qiao Yadan to help remove the tape, saying, "It is better to have short pain than long pain. I used to do this when I was practicing guitar. I would have been so good when I grew calluses."

When Qiao Yadan saw Uncle Chen, he nodded when he saw him, and put down the rag on his hand and helped Fang Xiao remove the tape.

"You are so skilled in your career and diligent and playful. You are so talented, but you don't know how to cherish it. It's worth it." After Uncle Chen finished speaking angrily, he ordered: "Dandan, go and get him some ice cubes to apply it, so that the swelling will not be too severe."

After Qiao Yadan removed all the tape, he hurried to get the ice cubes.

"Are you really Dandan's boyfriend?"

Fang Xiao remained silent.

"Dandan is a good girl. If you like her, treat her well. If you don't like her, just get out early." Uncle Chen started wiping the glass again and said in a stern tone: "If you mess around, I can make you worse than death."

Fang Xiao felt nothing to say and continued to remain silent.

Qiao Yadan brought a small basin of ice cubes over, and Uncle Chen scolded with a dark face: "Ice cubes are not money? Just take a cup over. Why do you do so much? He is applying his fingers, not taking a bath!"

He said it was true, but he did not ask Qiao Yadan to take the ice back.

After Fang Xiao stuffed his fingers into the ice, Qiao Yadan asked, "Uncle Chen, can Fang Xiao go to work here?"

"He just wrote a good one, but he didn't play it well." Uncle Chen pressed the glass in his hand on the bar with a "splash" and said, "Dandan said that as long as you give a question, you can arrange and write songs. Then use this glass to write a song. If you write well, you will come to work. If you don't write well, you will go back to be a dumb goose!"
Chapter completed!