Shang Muxiao sat down on the piano bench, adjusted the position of the microphone, played a few notes to feel the pitch, and when he was almost ready, he nodded to the others and pressed the first note.

The world-renowned "Little Star Variations" sounded quietly on the terrace, and the brisk tune was full of childlike innocence. But after two paragraphs, the style of the song suddenly changed, and he repeated the beginning again, and the tonality had changed from brisk and short to melodious and lazy.

The guitars and drums slowly came together to form a unique piece with a strong blues style..."Little Star".

Shang Muxiao's voice has a slight smokey voice, which is not obvious when he speaks everyday, but can be heard clearly when he sings.

"Little Star", which he adapted beyond recognition, is melancholy not like an innocent nursery rhyme at all, but more like a sad love song for adults.

"twinkle, twinkle, little star...like a diaond in the sky..."

The female singer added the harmony at the right time, not overbearing, and perfectly matched Shang Muxiao's voice.

The customers on the terrace stopped talking and looked curiously at the singer in the center because of the familiar and unfamiliar tune, and they never looked away.

"then the traveller in the dark, thanks you for your tiny spark..."

Many people took pictures of Shang Muxiao's video, but he was not affected at all, just focused on the keys in his palm.

The song "Little Star" is not long at all, and it is only three minutes long before and after it is adapted into blues. When Shang Muxiao hit the last note to end singing, the female singer also slowly dropped the final note.

At this moment, the discordant sound of glass shattering suddenly sounded, and a table of lovers near the stage quarreled.

"What did I do wrong, can you tell me? I don't want to break up, you don't leave..." The girl struggled to keep her, but the man just shook her off indifferently.

"Don't bother me anymore, we're done." He vibrated his suit, shoved the two banknotes into the arms of the waiter who rushed over, and left without looking back.

The girl covered her face and burst into tears, ignoring the whispers of those around her.

The waiter stepped forward to ask her if she needed help. The girl sobbed and shook her head. Looking in the direction the man was leaving, she picked up her bag and ran after him.

Shang Muxiao returned to his seat after singing the song, and his face was full of displeasure.

This should be his home court, but was robbed of the limelight.

"I'm tired of these crying and crying. It's better to find another one. There's nothing to give up." Xu Shi sang a little dry.

"Maybe it's because...they're in a relationship, not a one-night stand." Although I hope everyone puts reason first, I know that this ideal state does not exist. Human beings are emotional creatures after all, and it is easy to be taken by them. Emotions around.

Shang Muxiao didn't understand: "Does every love have to run for a lifetime?"

"What are you running for?"

"Of course it's good to be happy, but if you're not happy, then you will decide to leave. If the connection is broken, it will only cause pain if you keep breaking it."

I opened my mouth, and found that I rarely agreed with his point of view.

The waiter came soon, Shang Muxiao was about to speak, I grabbed before him and said, "Have a glass of orange juice."

Shang Muxiao raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and the waiter was a little hesitant.

The stalemate lasted for a moment, but I still insisted: "Orange juice."

I don't know how many glasses he had drank before I came, but the whisky has a high degree of stamina and is always suitable for fine tasting. It is not normal to drink glass after glass.

Shang Muxiao returned the whiskey glass to the waiter, and finally compromised.

"Forget it, orange juice is just orange juice." Lighting a new cigarette, he slowly exhaled white mist and said, "I clearly told you to come out for a drink, but you only drink tea and you force me to order juice, then let's do it. What's the point of a bar?"

do not know.

It doesn't make sense.

I feel inexplicable.

Seeing that the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, I couldn't help but said: "You are only twenty years old, smoke less cigarettes, and it is not good for lungs."

He looked at me and suddenly destroyed the long smoke.

"You don't like me to smoke? I thought you like it. Every time I smoke, you always have a lot of time."

I coughed unnaturally, don't look at it.

"Your illusion."

After the fruit juice came up, Shang Muyi took a sip, suspecting it was too sour, and never moved again.

He couldn't smoke or drink without drinking.

"Teacher, have you been in love?"

My hand I raised the tea cup unconsciously, and I had nothing to do with it: "Thirty -two years old, I am not a monk, of course, I also talk about falling in love."

In the past few years, I actually have many pursuers.

Those people were confused by my skin without exception, ignoring the identity of my disabled person, and pursuing enthusiastic pursuit. However, just after a few dates, they would suddenly wake up what kind of existence me was, apologized embarrassedly, and left my world one by one.

They just want to try and try a fresh thing that haven't tried. Once realize that this stuff is just as false, not only is it not fun, but also requires a lot of care. It is also troublesome to take care of them. All kinds of inconvenience will make them quickly bored this relationship.

In my twenties, I still have the energy to give each other a chance to give myself a chance. Now I just want to quietly quiet this life.

So, if you count these short dates, yes, of course, I have been in love.

"Men or women?" Shang Muyi asked again.

I no longer answered, but he didn't stop here.

"Which step to develop?"

"Do you take them back to your house?"

"Have they watched the stars with you too?"

The more and more strange these questions were, I couldn't help but glance at him and motioned him to shut up.

He leaned his lips, raised his hands and leaned back, and raised a lazy waist, but he didn't say something that should not be said.