There are not many people who can understand English, maybe half of them are present.

But I can basically understand the melody.

That sad and helpless low melody.

Isn't it telling their present...

It is said that people like memories when they are old. These old guys who are basically half-body in the soil are in a daze, and some unruly memories of their youth come to their minds little by little.

Six minutes seem to have passed a lifetime, as if I have experienced a life, a life that makes people regret it. It tastes like sweet coffee with milk. No matter how much sugar is added, it cannot cover up its bitter essence.

Wait until they come to their senses.

Li Guo has packed up her things and left. Whether the film review can be reviewed will have to wait for the boss' notification. Anyway, she left a phone number.

Several old men looked at Li Guo with a longing but unattainable look. Li Guo was not fluctuating at all, and even wanted to laugh a little. He continued to turn around and leave with his guitar on his back. His decisive attitude made them unable to say anything.

The whole bar was silent, with blue lights flowing in it, and there seemed to be something missing without the guitar and singing.

The dwarf finally swallowed and broke the silence.

"This...that guy just now..." This is the dwarf who said he didn't listen to Li Guo's singing without any songs.

The bartender's baby-faced guy who wiped the wine glass at the front desk was also shocked for a moment. He closed his mouth after a long time and finally said.

"He is here to apply for a part-time job. Whether he can stay or not... it's up to you to decide."

The dwarf's face turned red, and he couldn't say that he was moved by this song.

I just said that I didn't listen to it after death. Now he doesn't want to be slapped in the face on the spot.

The old man’s common problem is stubborn, and he also wants to save face.

Turning around and leaving, it was so fragrant that I couldn't say it.

In the end, an old man with white beard stood up and laughed, and he was also very sorry that there was no single loop that song just now.

"Let him try it tomorrow. There are not many people today... Maybe our taste is OK, but they don't think it's OK? Everyone must judge it together to be fair enough, right?"

"Yes, yes, let everyone evaluate it." The old dwarf immediately turned a firm decision: "I will bring my friends with you tomorrow and let everyone hear whether this is good or bad."

Looking at these old guys who were polite and honest, the baby-faced bartender could only hold back his laughter, but his face had to keep the formulaic wind and clouds calm, and finally muttered.

"Why is this song so familiar? It seems that the lyrics on Weibo have been very popular recently..."

...

Of course Li Guo knew that those old gays still wanted to cycle the singles. You can tell what they were thinking about by looking at their dead fish faces.

Although they would love to hear it a second time.

However, Li Guo refused!

Well, it's to make you feel good, and it's definitely not because those old gays were questioning themselves and they took revenge on purpose.

Only by squeezing their appetite and showing their value can you have room to discuss price and work hours with the bar owner.

In this regard, Li Guo also felt that he had chosen the right song for his California guesthouse.

The most attractive thing about the so-called song is [resonance].

Originally, this song was to satirize the hippies' life of being a rich and rich person.

Li Guo felt that his California guesthouse should be able to resonate with those old gays who were mingling in bars in their later years, rather than playing with their grandchildren.

"Now, wait for the bar to notify me..."

The next day, Li Guo received a call from the bar.

A familiar voice came from the phone, which was from the baby-faced bartender.

"Congratulations, after passing the admission, you will be the resident singer of our bar in the future. Your song makes these old guys unable to extricate themselves, and some of them are waiting now..."

Li Guo's lips raised, as expected, but she said.

“This song is called the California Hotel…I have a small request.”

"Ask."

"Help me ask your boss, I will come to sing for six minutes every day and perform a California Hotel."

The baby-faced bartender on the other side of the phone was almost thrown to the ground.

Is this a small requirement?

A big trough!

"What's wrong?" Yan Mingtang, who was behind the bar, said curiously.

Yan Mingtang seemed to be sleeping tired and yawning at any time, and he looked weak when he asked questions.

The baby-faced bartender completely passed the words to Yan Mingtang.

Yan Mingtang thought seriously and tapped the bar with his fingers, making a thud.

The baby-faced bartender was stunned. Shouldn’t such an obvious and unreasonable request be rejected on the spot?

Who do you think you are working for six minutes a day?

"Well... OK, let him come on time at 8:30 every night. He can finish playing that song and leave the California Hotel. If he has a salary, he will talk about it then."

The baby-faced bartender didn't expect that his boss actually agreed to this unreasonable request.

He left before he could hear a song on the resident singing.

Singers are not that good-looking!

"I was not here last night and I didn't hear his California Hotel." Yan Mingtang held his chin with one hand, and his lazy expression showed a hint of curiosity: "Yesterday an old friend told me that listening to this song reminded him a lot, and many memories that he should have forgotten, bitter and sweet... Is the song he sang really that magical?"

"Well, I don't feel anything anyway. I just think his singing style has been very popular recently, and the hot searches on Weibo are high." The baby-faced bartender shrugged, feeling that he didn't resonate with the hotel in California, but said: "But I have to admit that this song is indeed very charming. He is also a talent for making this song."

He subconsciously sang Li Guo as an arrangement. After all, this kind of song has only become popular recently and is a new thing that can be traced to follow.

Yan Mingtang yawned, and didn't think so much. He just sat at the bar, staring at the loquat tree in front of him, and said.

"If he is really capable, it will be beneficial to let him play a song and leave. Keep it mysterious and fresh, which is called hunger marketing, right... Forget it, don't think so much, have you watered my loquat tree..."

"Boss, under your brainwashing attack, I will never forget to water this tree even if I forget to eat..."

...

That night, when Li Guo brought the guitar to the bar, he found that the old gays were already looking forward to it. They were all very hot inside, but there was no fluctuation on the surface, and there were many strange old gays.

Although you really look embarrassed, you are so handsome now.

Li Guo smiled and swept past these old gays with great confidence. He came to the position of the resident singer. His movements were like the frozen throne on Alsace. He deserved as much as he deserved to be beaten.

Just when the whole bar was quiet, Li Guo suddenly said.
Chapter completed!