"Then it's really not easy for you. Things here are too expensive. Even drinking beer costs thirty or forty a day, right?"

"almost……"

"You don't feel bad at all? How much is the monthly salary of an ordinary person? You have exchanged your hard-earned money for beer, and the income of a self-employed person is not safe. In fact, I think you can come every few days, such as weekends...

…”

"I like to hear you sing."

Luo Guangliang suddenly said this, speaking piously and seriously.

However, Zhang Mi just smiled faintly and didn't seem to care much about his confession.

"You already said it yesterday."

This inevitably made Luo Guangliang feel a little embarrassed and disappointed.

Fortunately, her smile faded and she made a move that moved Luo Guangliang.

"How about I buy you a beer? As a thank you."

"No, you're welcome..."

"Please, please. There are many people today. The restaurant manager said that there might be an extra show. I hope you can give me a treat again later..."

"Oh well."

"Why are you so hesitant? Are you busy tonight?"

"No, no, no, no."

Luo Guangliang stared blankly at the beautiful face in front of him.

Her liveliness and generosity oozed pride.

The success of today's performance seems to have increased her experience and confidence, and she is no longer as shy as yesterday.

Especially from the fact that she caught him with a bottle of beer, it is very likely that this girl has seen more of the world than he has.

"That's what you're talking about. Let's do it this way. We've agreed."

Zhang Mi smiled again with satisfaction, and as she spoke, she took out five yuan and exchanged it for a bottle of beer from the bartender to Luo Guangliang, cementing the verbal agreement.

"Your name……"

"My surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Guangliang."

"I remembered it! I can't forget it this time. It's so awkward to sing in a place like this. I feel a little more at ease when I have an acquaintance there. Ryoko...can I call you this?"

"OK."

Luo Guangliang is at least five years older than Zhang Mi.

He didn't understand. Did this girl do this deliberately to show her generosity?

She should call him brother. That's what a girl should be like.

But despite this, she still fascinates people.

Luo Guangliang couldn't help but glance at the girl's beautiful face from the side.

Her long eyelashes cast extremely gentle shadows.

He wanted to take a closer look, but she turned her face away.

"I'm going to sit with the band. Please support me later!"

"I love listening to your songs. I know how to do it."

"Then don't go too far..."

"I won't make a sound, don't worry..."

Fifteen minutes passed by in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Mi quickly went on stage again, walked behind the microphone and continued singing.

Luo Guangliang struggled to distinguish the lyrics she sang in the audience. This was the way he chose to respect her.

Even when Zhang Mi sings high notes, she cannot avoid a common problem among pop singers - unclear articulation.

Luo Guangliang knew that she did it on purpose. Nowadays, singers on TV are doing this, so he felt that it was a Hong Kong style.

But he didn't want to point it out to her, even if he really felt that it was a lack of heart that worshiped foreigners.

…………

On this day, when Luo Guangliang accompanied Zhang Mi out of Maxim after the performance, he accidentally came face to face with the restaurant manager.

Facing the restaurant manager, he almost winked and gave a slightly strange look. He was very embarrassed, as if he had done something wrong and was caught on the spot.

However, he deeply felt the irresistible power of opportunity.

Why was it that he took on the role of escorting her instead of someone else? Is this an accident?

In the past, the more he distanced himself from women, the more he yearned for the opposite sex.

Now, on the contrary, he uses actions to express his inner feelings.

He didn't want to continue deceiving himself.

He does whatever he thinks.

No force other than himself can stop him from taking action.

To be honest, in addition to being intoxicated by Zhang Mi's appearance and her singing voice, he also liked her tall figure, voice, and the smell of her body.

He didn't have much hope for his success, but the bright future loomed and called him.

Walking with her brought him great satisfaction, not to mention the ultimate possession of her that existed in his fantasy.

The lights between the buildings were dim, and the asphalt road shimmered under the wheels.

On this day, the two of them took a car together. Luo Guangliang pedaled as if he was walking on the clouds, very briskly.

But in his heart, he didn't want to ride too fast, so he always tried his best to bypass manhole covers and bricks, and avoid darkly lit areas, thereby deliberately reducing his speed.

Zhang Mi is not from Beijing, her hometown is in the northeastern end of the motherland.

Her father is a railway inspector, and her mother likes to sing Ping opera. At night when her father is not at home, her mother will open up a chatterbox to kill time.

Zhang Mi has been very good at melodies and singing since she was a child. Every time a song is played on the radio, she almost learns it after listening to it once.

When she reached school age, she also participated in the school's "Red Children's Literary Class". At that time, she sang "I Wish to Be a Little Swallow" by Li Guyi and another song called "Orchid and Butterfly."

One time, the singer Deng Yuhua came to perform in her hometown and accidentally heard her singing. She also wanted to bring her to the capital to learn vocal music.

However, her musical talent was not valued by her family.

In the minds of the older generation, singing songs is simply a daydream.

All she asks is that you study hard and get married when you grow up.

So I didn't agree to this matter, and I was even less willing to raise 500 yuan for my daughter's tuition.

As a result, Zhang Mi missed the most important opportunity in her life.

Later, she came out completely on her own strength.

Her biggest dream is to sing on a formal stage in Beijing.

Not to mention that Maxim's restaurant paid her fifty yuan every night, even if they didn't give her a penny, she was still willing to sing.

She hopes to attract a group of admirers wherever she goes. The success of a solo artist is inseparable from the audience. The teacher at the solo training class at the Cultural Palace in her hometown has repeatedly said this. She feels that she can win the love of the audience.

When she has saved up to 20,000 yuan, she will formally seek a teacher, such as finding Deng Yuhua again, study vocal music, and then join a formal literary and art group to become a real singer.

It would be best if you can sing a few catchy songs like Zhang Qiang and release your own tape.

Zhang Mi, who was sitting on the back seat of Luo Guangliang's bicycle, talked about this as if she were talking about a plan that was being realized.

Luo Guangliang listened silently all the way, and saw more and more clearly the unbridgeable gap between him and her.

He knew that in Zhang Mi's eyes, he was just a free and loyal bodyguard.

Today this girl condescended to sit on the back seat of his bicycle, just because it was too difficult to wait for the night bus.

While waiting for the bus, he would probably take his bicycle to her residence.

Although she has a delicate face, she has traveled all over the world and her heart is completely mature.

They have no common language and he and she cannot communicate.

What could he expect from her?

Would this girl be willing to take care of housework and have children for him in the courtyard of Shan'er Hutong?

He did think so and was excited about it.

But this is obviously ridiculous.

People have long-term plans for themselves, and their fate will not make such a big mistake.

So when it was his turn he had to say something.

He couldn't hide his disgraceful past, he spoke out as if it didn't matter, and he wasn't afraid of scaring her at all.
To be continued...