My 26-year-old Female Tenant

   After entering the bar, Robben, cc and I sat down in an empty corner and ordered some beers. Taking advantage of the gap between Ah Feng's organization activities, the three chatted again.

  I calculated the time. If I arrived at the Capital Airport in Beijing at nine in the morning, then Mi Cai might have left in the middle of the night yesterday.

  The itinerary is so tight, it seems that Weiran is not lying to me, and Mi Cai has indeed delayed a lot of work in order to find me.

  If you think about it at best, it is enough to prove that Mi Cai cares about me. If you think about it at worst, my failure to accomplish anything is forced to become Mi Cai's burden again.

  I turned on the phone screen and looked, and suddenly found such a message in the sent records: "Baby, have you landed?"

   "Maybe Mi'er likes your lackluster look!" After finishing speaking, with a smile that was so awesome that he didn't pay for his life, he said, "I'm really curious how Mier will reply to the message later!"

   "You are really my own sister!" I said, threw a cigarette into my mouth and lit it, and put the phone aside with some emotion.

   Robben, who had been watching the stage, suddenly came over and said to me: "I will reply to the message later, remind me, let's study and study together."

   "Get out, I have half a dime relationship with you."

  …

  The "Voice of the Bar" organized by Ah Feng has started to enter the activity process. I heard that the person who won the laurels at the end today will not only get a valuable guitar, but also enjoy a half-price discount for future consumption in the bar.

I am very excited, because I really lack a guitar now, and the half-price discount is too tempting, because I will live in Xitang in the future, and the so-called half-price is just a concept played by Ah Feng. After all, tourists can stay in Xitang. No matter how long it takes, there won't be too many opportunities for consumption.

  I laughed secretly in my heart, if I could really win the first place, Ah Feng would probably die of depression!

The rules of the event are very simple, as long as anyone who is interested and confident in himself can come on stage to show his voice, the judges are the customers below, each has a vote in his hand, he can vote for the singer he likes, and whoever has the highest number of votes in the end , is the "good voice" tonight.

   Soon, a girl with exaggerated dress came on stage, and she sang "Super Boom" by Dai Ailing.

The atmosphere set off the first explosion in the explosive metal music. It is very likely that the girl who took the lead was arranged by Ah Feng to enliven the atmosphere. The owner of the bar is very knowledgeable about business. This point is reflected in many details in the bar.

  After the singing, the audience continued to applaud, but this girl really made a good start, and many customers voted for her.

  I was embarrassed, and smiled: "Sister, I want that guitar. Although it is not top-notch, it is enough for ordinary use."

   "Zhaoyang, why are you so pitiful? After playing music for so many years, you didn't even have a guitar in the end!"

I also thought of the scrapped guitar that Jian Wei threw into the river, and the one that was returned to Mi Cai. Although they were both good guitars, I had no luck with this nonsense fate. cc said: "Help me, it's quite expensive to buy a guitar now..."

   "The point is, I'm not sure I can help you take down that guitar, unless..."

  I hurriedly asked, "Unless what?"

"Hey! If Mi'er is here, this guitar will definitely be a sure thing. Who doesn't love beautiful women! Besides, her singing level is really good!..." But he replied without any regret: "Wrong, yes Looking for entertainment with you, who told you to fall in love and make you angry like a child, and you even hid in Xitang alone!"

   Before I could explain myself, Robben approached me inappropriately and asked, "Did Mi Cai reply to your message?"

I imagined myself calling Mi Cai "Baby", and I shivered. I seem to dislike this nasty word, and in my subconscious, most of the time, I still regard Mi Cai as Zhuo Mei. Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table vibrated. Before I could see who sent the message, Robben had already raised his hand and held the mobile phone in his hand. After taking a look, he spoke to me very calmly. He said, "It's the message from Mi Cai."