Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Yu Dongqing parked the small pedal and pushed the door in. The light inside was a bit dark. The various bottles of wine on the bar rack were dazzling. The tables and chairs were placed under the graceful light. There were scattered some hanging on the bar and walls. Old objects add a lot of cultural sense.

Liu Yimin runs a folk bar. Despite his beard, he likes to wear a black crew-neck shirt in summer. He also has a gold necklace as thick as a thumb hanging around his neck and two strings of Buddhist beads on his wrist. He looks like a black man.

In fact, among the four, he is the most literary and youthful. He especially likes ancient Chinese poetry. The name "Ten Miles of Peach Blossom" is also inspired by the phrase "The quiet period is not for nothing" in "Yushan Bie Shou Zhi Short Song" written by the Ming Dynasty poet Li Zhiqing. The spring breeze brings thousands of miles of peach blossoms and thousands of miles of tears." Otherwise, I wouldn't have opened a folk bar here that was not very profitable.

However, today Yu Dongqing found that there were quite a few people inside.

"Business is good." Yu Dongqing greeted Liu Yimin who was busy at the bar.

"It's okay, the Ladybug band has been singing here recently."

Yu Dongqing heard the name of this band mentioned by Liu Yimin, saying that it was a folk band, but it also sang pop and rock.

He turned his head and looked around, and saw four young people sitting on the bar stage, adjusting their instruments. It seemed that the concert was about to start.

But he didn't care about that.

"Where are Zhang Yang and the others?" Yu Dongqing asked again.

"It's in the backyard. You go there first. I'll make arrangements and come over right away."

Yu Dongqing went out from the back door and saw the lights on in the yard. There was a barbecue grill under the peach tree. A man wearing a white shirt and tie with a slicked back hair was roasting mutton on the charcoal stove with his sleeves rolled up. The yard is filled with an attractive fragrance.

It was my friend Zhang Yang, who majored in physics.

Unlike Liu Yimin, who was born and raised in the Imperial City, his hometown is Harbin in the northeast. After graduation, he returned to his hometown to teach for two years before resigning. He returned to the Imperial City with a guitar and worked in various bars in Houhai and Sanlitun.

After wandering around for a year, I saw that I had no hope of singing, so I started teaching guitar, and finally started a training class. Later I opened a music store, opened a musical instrument training center, found a girl from the imperial capital, and now I have a house and a car. Everything is considered a successful career.

Zhang Yang saw Yu Dongqing coming and quickly called him over to help. Yu Dongqing went into the quilt room and washed her hands and helped to thread the sheep's kidneys. When she found that Du Hui was not there, she asked.

"Where's Du Hui? He's not here yet?"

"I came early. I'm on the phone. I'm over there." Zhang Yang's mouth moved toward the northeast corner of the yard, and Yu Dongqing discovered a person standing in the darkness beside the wall.

"This guy has a second spring." Zhang Yang said in a low voice.

Du Hui and his ex-wife were both college classmates. Unlike Yu Dongqing, who entered the society after graduating from college, Du Hui studied economics and continued to study. He got a doctorate in economics from the central finance department and later stayed at the school to teach. Obtained the title of associate professor and published many academic articles on economics.

I was invited to give lectures from time to time, and I also made a lot of extra money. My career was going smoothly.

But the marriage was not going well. Five years ago, he and his wife divorced due to emotional discord. I heard that he is now having an ambiguous relationship with a female college student at school.

Du Hui wears glasses, is gentle and elegant, wears a T-shirt and trousers, and maintains a good figure. Unlike Liu Yimin and Zhang Yang, who have gained weight, I heard that he is very popular among girls in school.

But this is all a private matter, and even good friends wouldn’t say much about it.

At this time, Du Hui finished the phone call, washed his hands and started to help. He saw that Yu Dongqing was still concerned and asked about his daughter.

"Now your father-in-law still helps with transportation?"

"Um."

"What about your relationship?"

"It's still the same. The old man doesn't want to see me. I spend my weekends sending the children here and there, and sometimes I help with them." Yu Dongqing told the truth.

"Holly, this sister-in-law is nice to you." Du Hui's tone was a bit ambiguous.

"Nonsense, as the saying goes, a sister-in-law is half a brother-in-law." Zhang Yang interrupted.

After saying that, both of them laughed.

Yu Dongqing didn't respond. It was normal for men to joke like this.

No need to defend.

The three of them were busy working, and Liu Yimin hurriedly walked out of the bar, carrying a large bucket of draft beer in one hand.

"Yimin, what do you do when you come to the bar?" Yu Dongqing asked with concern.

"It's okay, Wei Fang is watching."

Wei Fang is Liu Yimin's daughter-in-law. She is warm and cheerful, so this has become a place where they often gather.

"Ask my sister-in-law to come too. She cleaned all these meat and shrimps. It was quite hard after working for a long time." Zhang Yang said quickly.

"that is."

Yu Dongqing and Du Hui hurriedly agreed.

"I asked her, but she didn't want to come. She said you guys were just drinking and bragging together, or talking about chasing girls when you were in college. It would be better to listen to people singing in the bar."

After listening to Liu Yimin's words, everyone laughed.

What can men say when they are together?

In addition to national affairs, it is about picking up girls in the past.

After working for a while, everyone sat on small benches, gathered around a table, and started drinking and eating meat, with their mouths full of oil and no need to worry about their own image.

"It's a great life with wine, meat, and friends." Yu Dongqing couldn't help but sigh as she thought of the busy life in her previous life.

"Holly, you're right." Zhang Yang took over the topic and laughed: "But, you said there is still one missing: a beautiful girl!"

"Haha, girl"

As soon as the girl was mentioned, everyone immediately became interested and immediately started talking about interesting things from their school days.

"Zhang Yang, I remember when I was in college, there were several girls in the music department who liked you," Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

"That's my friend Yushu Linfeng. He can play the guitar and is also the forward of the department's football team. What girl wouldn't like a stop on the court?" Zhang Yang looked proud.

"It's a pity that you guys are such a loser. You insist on starting a band. You drag me to practice every day and delay my pursuit of girls. Thinking about it makes me cry." He even sighed deliberately when he said this.

"Come on, that round-faced girl is in the next class. Every time we rehearse, the girl is looking at you. It's because you don't want to talk to other girls!" Du Hui retorted.

"The conscience of heaven and earth, people are not looking at me, they are looking at Dongqing. The girl said it herself, it is Yu Dongqing she likes!"

Everyone laughed.

In fact, it’s all just talk.

Everyone was eating and drinking, talking and laughing, Zhang Yang had a few large glasses of beer in his stomach, his face was as red as a monkey's butt, he lit a cigarette and took two puffs, and suddenly said: "My throat is a little itchy, Yimin, bring me a guitar!"

Liu Yimin quickly took out an electric guitar from the bar and also carried an amplifier. Du Hui helped plug it in.

"Remember the song we sang before? I want to sing it again!" Zhang Yang said loudly while holding the guitar.