Reborn Xueba, she is beautiful and sassy

Shang Siyi was indeed jealous, but he didn't want to admit it, so he said in sign language: That foreign devil is so old, who cares to be jealous of him?

Hao Xin chuckled lightly, ignored Shang Siyi, and went to the water house with the rice and vegetables he bought.

Shang Siyi hurriedly chased after Hao Xin. When Hao Xin was about to wash the rice, Shang Siyi snatched it and started washing it.

Hao Xin glanced at Shang Siyi silently, lowered his head and started picking vegetables.

Hao Xin put the rice in the rice cooker and simmered it, then cut the vegetables and put them on the plate. He came back too late at night, so he prepared them in advance so that he could have dinner early in the evening.

After finishing everything, it was time for Hao Xin and Shang Siyi to go to the bar.

Today is the weekend, so there are a lot more people in the bar.

Hao Xin and Shang Siyi were getting ready backstage, and where they were sitting waiting, the resident singer looked at the two of them: "Are you new here?"

This person looks more like a street singer, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, a sweater with holes that looks like rags picked up from a garbage dump, and besides the holes in his jeans, there are also a lot of dots of paint, giving him a decadent look.

Hao Xin didn't know where this person was coming from, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he just nodded.

Brother Decadent asked again: "Are you adults?"

Hao Xin didn't know how to answer, so he asked dumbly: How long have you been singing here?

Brother Decadent frowned and asked, "Are you deaf and mute?"

Hao Xin nodded, and Brother Decadent's eyes suddenly became different, and then he said: "I don't understand dumb language."

Hao Xin didn't know whether he really didn't understand or pretended not to understand, but he must have known something by looking at his eyes.

Then she grabbed a piece of scrap paper and wrote: How long have you been singing here? Is it easy to make money here?

Brother Decadent glanced at it and replied: "I have been singing here for more than a year. I sang for three days on the weekend for 80 yuan a day."

Hao Xin couldn't help but feel a little pitiful for Brother Decadent. He didn't know how he persisted for more than a year. The price of 80 yuan a night was not high. Maybe it was because of his limited ability.

Thinking like this, she wrote again: Are you the only one singing here?

The decadent brother chuckled: "It's hard to find someone with such a cheap salary. Who would be willing to come except me who doesn't care how much he pays! However, there were indeed two girls before, one girl was blind and the other was lame.

Later, both of them left, and I was the only one left."

Hao Xin asked again: Are you leaving? Are you going somewhere else?

Brother Decadent frowned, "I don't know, I'm not familiar with them, how could I know."

This seemed like a normal sentence, but Hao Xin felt as if he was deliberately hiding something. When he wanted to ask something more, someone outside the door called him: "Old Du, it's your turn."

Brother Decadent responded, picked up his guitar and went out.

Hao Xin and Shang Siyi looked at each other and saw something. However, it was not convenient to talk here, so they sat quietly and continued to wait.

It was after six o'clock when Hao Xin and Shang Siyi came on stage. At this time, the seats were not full. They performed three songs together and then left the stage.

After sitting backstage for just two minutes, the bar manager came over and shouted to Hao Xin: "Zhang Xuan, the guest in private room No. 8 has a birthday today and asked you to sing a birthday song."

Hao Xin glanced at Shang Siyi. Shang Siyi stood up and followed him. The bar manager grabbed him and said, "Hey, why are you going?"

Shang Siyi gestured: I will accompany her.

The bar manager frowned and said impatiently: "They are going to play the violin, what are you doing?"

Shang Siyi searched around, picked up a harmonica from the table, and said in sign language: I can play the harmonica.

The bar manager sneered: "Come on, if people want to listen to elegance, who will listen to your harmonica?"

Shang Siyi felt very upset at this time. The piano was so big that he couldn't move it anywhere. He could only watch Hao Xin being taken away like this.

Hao Xin followed the bar manager into the private room No. 8. This was her first time entering the private room. The private room was quite spacious and luxuriously decorated. Leather sofas surrounded the private room in half a circle, and half a table of wine was placed on the glass coffee table.

And a big fruit plate, as well as some snacks such as chips, crispy rice, dried fruits, etc.

When Hao Xin walked in, a woman wearing a suspender skirt gave her an unkind look. This made Hao Xin feel a little baffled. Does she look so annoying?

The man sitting next to the woman sat in a lazy posture, his arms resting naturally on the back of the sofa, his legs crossed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his shirt buttons unbuttoned to his chest.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at Hao Xin, then took out a few red bills from his bag, which were still on the coffee table: "Here, play a song for my brother. I'm satisfied. I have plenty of money."

Hao Xin frowned and did not go to get the money. He just put the bag on his shoulder and neck and started playing the piano.

The birthday song was very simple, and Hao Xin finished it in a short while. Then she bent down, bowed to everyone, turned around and left.

The man's face darkened: "Hey, who told you to leave? One more song!"

Hao Xin turned his head and gestured in dumb language: What do you want to hear?

The man waved his hand impatiently: "What the hell, I don't understand."

Hao Xin wrote on a sticky note: What song do you want to listen to?

After writing, Hao Xin handed the note to the man. Just as the man reached out to take the note, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

Hao Xin frowned and immediately withdrew his hand. The man chuckled: "What? Are you still shy?"

Hao Xin ignored him and took two steps back.

The man glanced at the note and said casually: "You can do whatever you want. It's my brother's birthday today. I'm happy. I'll listen to whatever you do."

Hao Xin then took two steps back and started playing the piano.

The man didn't listen either. He was chatting with a few people around him and drinking from a cup.

Hao Xin finished playing the song and was about to leave again. The man stopped her again: "Don't leave, keep playing."

Hao Xin frowned and wanted to refuse, but thinking of his current status, he could only endure it and continue playing the piano.

Hao Xin played five songs in a row, but the man didn't mean to stop, and of course he wasn't listening. He and a few friends exchanged cups, leaving Hao Xin aside.

The woman in the suspender skirt glanced at Hao Xin, tilted her body towards the man, and said delicately: "Brother Wang, look at this girl standing here like a mourning star, and the music she plays is not good. Let her go, don't

It’s disappointing to be here.”

The man looked at Hao Xin and saw that there was no smile on Hao Xin's face. His face darkened and he said coldly: "It's my brother's birthday today and you don't even smile. Are you sincerely trying to bring trouble for me?"

Hao Xin waved his hand and quickly bowed and bowed again, apologizing to the man with a smile on his face.

The man's expression softened a little, and he raised a wine glass: "If you really apologize sincerely, give this glass of wine to my brother!"