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Ten p.m.

Sea Bar.

Under the noisy voice of the guests, Yang Xiaolin was standing on the stage holding the guitar and singing hard.

There are bustling drinkers below, and from time to time, a few familiar faces who often come here wave to him as a greeting.

In a place like a bar, in order to create an atmosphere, he basically sang rock music.

It's just that my throat is a little uncomfortable today.

Before going out, my wife specially boiled a bowl of pear soup. It was quite comfortable after drinking it, but after a few songs, it was already a little painful.

After all is old.

It's not easy to make money with this kind of shouting.

Yang Xiaolin, who was nearly forty years old, couldn't help thinking this way.

He liked to play rock and roll when he was young. He just liked it. He also formed a band at that time, and he was popular in the underground for a while.

But the good times didn't last long, and the team couldn't move.

After earning some money, everyone had their own ideas, and gradually they dispersed.

As for himself, he didn't give up during that time, and handed over his resume to a large entertainment company, but they didn't like it at all.

Later, he got a job as a resident singer in a bar.

sing.

That's it for now.

The remuneration is not much, a few thousand, but Yang Xiaolin is content.

His children are all in elementary school now, so the pursuit of dreams naturally has to be limited, and there is no end to it.

Occasionally, it's time to withdraw and align with life.

It seems that thinking of his wife and children, Yang Xiaolin's condition has recovered a lot, and his throat doesn't feel so sore anymore.

Earthsea usually stays open until around 3am, but he doesn't have to wait until the end.

When there are many people, it is enough to sing a dozen or so songs, and it usually ends before 12 o'clock.

There was no accident today, and he completed the task at 11 o'clock.

He was about to drive home, but was stopped by his boss Sun Yinglong.

"Lao Yang, I'll leave later, I have something to tell you." Sun Yinglong called to stop him.

"What's the matter, Brother Sun?"

Although Yang Xiaolin was nearly forty years old, Sun Yinglong was older than him.

Putting the guitar in the car, he came over again.

"Recently, how is the family?" Sun Yinglong stepped aside and handed him a cigarette.

"It's all good."

Yang Xiaolin took the cigarette and took a puff, coughing quickly.

The strength in my throat came up again.

"Slow down."

Seeing this, Sun Yinglong smiled: "Is your throat not feeling well today?"

"is a bit."

The two have known each other for so many years, and Yang Xiaolin didn't hide it.

At this moment, Sun Yinglong took a deep puff of his cigarette, took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, "Take this, Lao Yang."

"What does it mean?"

Yang Xiaolin took it.

It was found that there was a thick wad of money in the envelope, which looked like thirty thousand yuan.

"Old Yang, have we known each other for a long time?" Sun Yinglong asked with a smile.

"Not short, almost ten years." Yang Xiaolin thought about it.

"My brother, I'm sorry, but at your age, it's no longer suitable to sing in bars."

Sun Yinglong sighed and explained: "Our bar used to pursue rock and roll style. At that time, people liked it and were willing to spend money for it, so I asked you to be a pillar. Look at the people who come to the bar now. , How many people come here to listen to music, and the bar’s profit in the past two years has not been very good, and the money it makes is just enough to live on, so I plan to change the model, I hope you can understand.”

Yang Xiaolin was taken aback, this day came much earlier than he imagined.

He himself is nearly 40 years old, and he can't eat in this industry for a few years, but when this day comes, he is still a bit bitter.

Yang Xiaolin felt that Sun Yinglong didn't feel sorry for him, but that he owed him instead. What kind of bar would use one person for ten years.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and said, "Brother Sun, I understand, but I can't take the money."

"take it"

Sun Yinglong pressed the hand he handed back and said: "The child is still young, not only for yourself, but also for the family, this little money is my brother's supplement for you."

Yang Xiaolin was silent.

Although I have been working all these years, getting married and buying a house has emptied my savings.

In addition, the children go to school, the family is trivial, and the money earned every month is not just just right.

Now I suddenly lost the job I depended on for a living.

Hold the envelope.

Yang Xiaolin suddenly felt a little lost.

Just like that, he returned home in a daze, and he didn't recover until his daughter saw him bouncing towards him.

Holding her daughter, Yang Xiaolin suddenly didn't know how to talk to his wife.

night.

Put my daughter to sleep.

Yang Xiaolin went to the balcony and lit a cigarette for himself.

His throat is still a little uncomfortable, and he usually doesn't smoke at night, but today he is inexplicably irritable.

No source of income.

The pressure came instantly.

As the head of the family, he has to think of some way.

He has been in the bar for these years, and he has some connections, but most of them are superficial.

Can help or not.

Hard to say.

There is no good way either.

Have to try it for the family too.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, um, I have something to ask you, see if I can help you. Well, okay, then I'll wait for your news, ok ok."

"Mr. Wang, it's me, Yang Xiaolin from Dihai Bar. Alright, alright, then you are busy first."

"Manager Yu, hello, I'm Yang Xiaolin. That's it. Dudu"

"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Put the phone aside.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, Yang Xiaolin's eyes were complicated.

In the past, I actually knew what it meant to be a cold world, but when this kind of thing happened to me, I was really uncomfortable.

But who made him ask for something?

Since the idea of ​​building a relationship doesn't work, I can only try something else.

The next day, Yang Xiaolin went to a nearby bar again.

All he could do was a voice, and he could sing any song, but as long as he knew his age, the other party would reject them all without exception.

When he was desperate, Sun Yinglong suddenly called again.

"Hey, Lao Yang, haven't you found a job yet?" Sun Yinglong asked hurriedly after the call was connected.

"not yet."

Yang Xiaolin didn't understand what the other party meant, did he want him to go back again?

"Brother asked someone to ask you. It just so happens that a company is recruiting singers your age recently. You might as well give it a try."

Sun Yinglong said slowly at this moment.

"Which company?" Hearing that Sun Yinglong was concerned about his own affairs, Yang Xiaolin asked immediately with a warm current in his heart.

"Tengfei Entertainment is said to be a very popular company recently." Sun Yinglong said: "If you are interested, go try it, this is an opportunity."

"Thank you, Brother Sun." Yang Xiaolin was moved for a while.

"Okay, what a person of this age does all the time is to support his family. I will help you if I can, but you have to rely on yourself for the rest." Sun Yinglong said.

"I see."

Yang Xiaolin nodded, chatted with Sun Yinglong about something else, and then hung up the phone.

afternoon.

He drove to Tengfei Entertainment.

Nearly an hour's journey is not too close.

"Hello, I heard that you are recruiting singers, right? I want to try." Soon, Yang Xiaolin went in and found the front desk and said.

"That's right."

It was Wu Feifei who received him.

She knew that the company did have such a thing recently. In the past two days, she interviewed many people one after another, but none of them seemed suitable.

Let the other party briefly register, and then let him go to the second floor.

It just so happens that it's not over yet.

now.

Du Fei and Liu Chunsheng upstairs are accompanying Lin Hao for the interview.

I have to say that Du Fei's work efficiency is quite high.

Recently.

Lin Hao runs here almost every day.

There is no way, whether the final singing will work or not is up to him.

So as long as there is an interview, he has to come and take a look in person.

For this reason, he asks for leave from time to time.

However, high efficiency is high efficiency, and the singers who come to interview are also uneven.

Those who are too young to have graduated, and those who are too old to walk, do not meet his standards at all.

Du Fei also blushed when he saw it, so he scolded Liu Chunsheng from time to time, as if it was the other party's fault.

"Okay, it's over, let's stop here today." The last singer had just finished singing, and Du Fei lost the pass without Lin Hao asking.

What is it singing, he can't even listen to it.

I really wonder if these people are messing with themselves on purpose.

Lin Hao nodded.

Just as they were about to leave, Yang Xiaolin who was holding the guitar happened to run over.

"Teachers, my name is Yang Xiaolin, and I'm here to audition singers." Seeing that a few people were about to leave, he said hastily.

Yep, another one popped up.

Du Fei and Lin Hao looked at each other and sat down again.

"Well, let's sing a song you are good at first. The pitch doesn't need to be too high, just normal." Du Fei said in a standardized manner.

Yang Xiaolin nodded.

Taking a deep breath, he strummed on the guitar and sang.

There were only three people interviewing him, which was incomparable to the hundreds of people in the bar, so he was not nervous at all and could let go.

He sang songs that he was good at, and he sang steadily.

He opened his mouth here.

Lin Hao was startled in his seat.

Timbre is his first focus.

The reason why many people can't do it is because the feeling is wrong when you open your mouth, so no matter how good you sing, they won't be able to use it.

But the person in front of him had a bright voice, thick and light, and he sang with a kind of free and easy, relaxed, and very tense.

Perhaps because of his age, there is still a hint of hoarseness in his voice, which can't be heard unless he pays close attention.

The voice line is quite recognizable.

This is Lin Hao's conclusion.

When a song was sung, he also nodded towards Du Fei.

The latter gave a jolt, and quickly took out a score and handed it to the other party, saying, "Try this song again, just sing a short section."

Yang Xiaolin nodded, took the sheet music and read it.

"Sword Like a Dream"

This is the title of the song.

It looks like a song written by Jianghu.

Is there a market for this song?

he couldn't help asking himself.

Then shook his head.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

After only a moment, he was stunned.

Yang Xiaolin couldn't help swallowing, forcing himself to calm down.

this song

It turned out to be original.

And it's so well written.