After Qiao Yadan left, Sasha came to provoke Fang Xiao again with a teasing smile on her face.

"Fang Xiao, Ada said that Boss Shen asked you to come to work again in a few days. You came to the bar today and had no money to get it. What are you doing? Oh! I understand. You want to secretly come to find out the truth and then give us a look, right? The young people today are really deep-minded. Not only do they not know how to respect their predecessors, but they also always think about making trouble behind their backs. I heard Uncle Bao say that you are Qiao Yadan's boyfriend? Oh, I want me to say, you two are really born a couple, one is shameless and the other is insidious and cunning..."

This woman is really a complex of brain-dead and shrewd. She is very sick and needs to be cured!

Fang Xiao looked up at the stage, then looked at the bar, and decided to go crazy and have fun. First, to vent his emotions in the past few days, and second, to try whether he is a big shot, and to give Sister Sasha some colors.

So he ignored Sister Sasha's twitching, turned around and waved to Lan Xiaoxi, signaled to follow, then walked around the table and took her to the bar.

Xu was chatting with bartender Ada, with three glasses of alcohol-free cocktails in front of him. When he saw them coming, he said, "I'm just going back. Why are you all here? The location will be taken away by someone."

Women love gossip and are as unique as Lan Xiaoxi. She leaned over and whispered to tell what happened just now.

"Fang Xiao, good evening."

"Brother Ada." Fang Xiao said hello to him, then looked at the old men performing pure music on the small stage and asked, "I want to try it out, how to do it?"

"You'll get better if you're fingering so quickly?"

"It's almost done." Fang Xiao shook his fingers on both hands and said, "I've practiced before, and the calluses grow very fast."

Ada nodded and said, "There is a guitar on the shelf. You can take it yourself. I'll let Dandan inform you. When they're over, you can get on."

"good."

"Ya Dan is so busy, let me talk. I'm just right to find Uncle Bao." Xun was very familiar with the appearance here, and she asked with interest: "Fang Xiao, what song are you going to sing?"

"I don't know, I'll think about it after I go up."

Ada, who was bartending, looked up at him in surprise, while Xu Ze curled his lips and made an expression like "I just knew you wanted to do this".

On both sides of the door of the bar, there are rows of instrument racks. On the left, there are large strings such as guzheng and guqin, small wind music such as flute and trumpet, and on the right, there are strings such as Yishui, Western musical instruments such as guitar and violin, and ethnic musical instruments such as erhu and pipa. Some are exposed to the air, and some are stored in boxes. They are not uniform and the arrangement is very particular. They are not divided by category, but are intertwined and mixed, and are uneven, which is more beautiful and artistic than neatly arranged.

There is no difference in the guitars here, they are all standard products from several famous European and American manufacturers. Fang Xiao quickly chose a standard D-type piano from Martin. Martin is one of the world's top guitar brands. He has been making guitars since the 19th century. Although the numbers and names of products from past and present are different, there is not much difference. He used this brand in his previous life, which is more convenient.

After choosing the guitar, he went to the left and took three sand hammers. When he returned to the bar, Xun had already returned from the small stage. She held the wine glass and asked with a smile: "Is there any feeling?"

"It's like a feeling." Fang Xiao also laughed. He divided the sand hammer to Lan Xiaoxi, and gave permission to the remaining two, saying: "It's better to have fun and enjoy everyone than to have fun. It's better to have a slap in the face by one person than to have a group of people. I'll take you together to have a feeling and take turns to slap in the face. It's full of pleasure and should not be missed."

"That woman is really hateful. She actually puts down her black feet." Xun put down the wine glass, took the sand hammer, shook it twice, made a rustling sound, and asked eagerly, "How to fight?"

Lan Xiaoxi couldn't hide his excitement and his eyes were burning.

"I'll ask you to go up later, you'll go up and listen to mine." Fang Xiao listened to the melody and knew that the performance on the stage was about to end, so he picked up the guitar and said, "Sand Hammer will give Qiao Yadan one later and let her fight too."

He turned around and walked towards the stage, and heard Ada behind him ask him for permission: "Xiao Ke, what does it mean to express his feelings?"

"It's just improvisation, he wants to improvise and sing."

"Can he do it?"

"I don't know either……"

Fang Xiao couldn't hear the rest. He had just walked to the stage and it was just over.

There are four people on the stage. Fang Xiao has already met three of them, including Uncle Bao who plays the drum, Brother Kun who plays the guitar, Li Bo who plays the piano, and one of them is the first time I met today. However, the person Qiao Yadan has introduced last time, also the surname is Li. He plays the oboe. Because he is young and just over fifty, he is called "Uncle Li" and the person who plays the piano is called "Uncle Li" to show the distinction.

"Xiao Fang, are you going to give us some colors so soon?"

It was also for the color to show it. Uncle Bao said and said Sasha in two completely different tones. Uncle Bao was a friendly joke, while Sasha was a malicious provocation.

"What is Uncle Bao saying? I'm here to show off my skills and ask for advice." Fang Xiao smiled and greeted several old men who didn't even know their names: "Brother Kun, Uncle Li, Uncle Li."

These old men are all successful in their careers, with a calm temperament. They nodded and responded, but didn't say much. Only Uncle Bao patted his shoulder and said a few words of encouragement.

Fang Xiao is an old man and knows that there is a little time between the two performances. After all, this is a bar, not a concert, and the continuous performance will affect the sales of the drinks. So after he went on stage, he did not rush to speak or start singing, but sat on a high stool, slowly adjusting the position of the microphone, and after adjusting it, he adjusted the guitar strings. In fact, it was just a gesture. Maintaining the instruments was also one of Qiao Yadan's daily tasks. This guitar was adjusted very accurately by her.

As Xu said, this is a niche bar. The more niche, the more professional it is. Those who come here to listen to a few old men playing musical instruments are all people with mature music tastes. When they saw Fang Xiao, a thin and weak young man fiddling on the stage, they immediately felt contemptuous. The voices of conversation in the bar were much louder than before, and it was buzzing like bees returning to their nests.

"What is Fang Xiao doing?" Xun was puzzled and asked Uncle Bao: "Why haven't you started yet?"

"He is clearing the ears of the guests." Uncle Bao said happily: "I didn't realize that he is still a knowledgeable person."

"Clear your ears?"

"We were four of us just now, and we had a lot of fun. Now that he goes up alone, the music style must be light, so there must be a transition and perform after the guests' ears are rested."

Fang Xiao saw that everyone who went to the bathroom had returned and those who had ordered wine had also received it, so he started talking.

"Good evening everyone, my name is Fang Xiao, Fang Fang, Xiao, who knows the truth." Fang Xiao introduced his name and said, "I am a new musician from the bar. I was here to work next week. I came here today, just adapting to the environment and didn't plan to perform."

This sentence is straightforward and nothing special, but the tone is very confident, revealing a sense of "You made money tonight". Some sensitive customers stopped talking and looked up at him.

"I just sat there, behind Sister Sasha. Sister Sasha - old customers should know them, that is the Sister Sasha who sings here - she just asked a very idiotic question." Fang Xiao couldn't see what Shasha's expression was now, but that didn't matter. He waited for the guests who looked back to the direction to pay attention to the stage again before continuing: "The question that Sister Sasha asked is: Are all the people who can write songs in this world dead?"

"I came up to tell her that there are many people in this world who can write songs, but because she has a bad character, no one is willing to write for her."

Sasha stood up and shouted: "Fang Xiao, what do you mean by talking nonsense?!"

"It's not interesting. Didn't you ask me to give you some colors? Then I'll give you some colors. I like to help people very much."
Chapter completed!