Chapter 1 Singing Your Song on the Roof

"Xiao Le, your voice can no longer sing. My bar is also a small business, sorry."

"This will always be your home. You must come back and have a look when you get better."

When the bar owner apologized to ask Fang Xiaole out of the back door of the bar and shut him outside with a slam, Fang Xiaole did not beg or anger.

He just stood silently in the alley. After a while, he tightly hung the guitar on his shoulders, walked out of the alley, and left the bar where he had been singing for more than a year.

Fang Xiaole walked onto the main street, and a man turned his head down past the colorful and drunken bars on both sides of the road against the crowds who came to look for pleasure at night.

Fang Xiaole is a bar singer, inevitably alcohol and staying up all night caused his health problems.

His throat broke.

Fang Xiaole had been to many hospitals, but they couldn't be cured. Just like the memory of traveling through the place called "Earth" before, Fang Xiaole couldn't remember even after exhausting his methods.

The bar owner looked at his past feelings, endured for a week, and finally spoke tonight.

People also want to make money to eat.

Fang Xiaole walked out of the bar street and glanced back. This street is as noisy and bustling as ever. It is a paradise for lonely people to chase their desires, and it is also a stage for low-level singers to maintain their dreams.

It's just that, from now on, any "dream" or the like has nothing to do with him.

Still think about how to survive.

"Tonight, just tonight, happily get drunk for the last time..."

Fang Xiaole bought a few cans of beer and walked alone in the night with a guitar on his back. After walking for more than an hour, he came to a remote and deserted old street.

This street used to be a shanty town. After the demolition, several three-story old houses were left behind.

It is very quiet here, no one will come. Whenever physically and mentally exhausted, Fang Xiaole would climb to the roof of the old house to sit and watch the stars, drink beer, and talk to the fireflies flying in the sky.

Fang Xiaole called these old houses his "tree cave house".

On weekdays, he would dump all the things he couldn't say and couldn't say in the tree cave house.

Crunchy...Fang Xiaole climbed the old stairs to the roof of an old house, walked to the edge and sat down, put down the guitar, opened a can of beer, and drank a third with his head up.

There is a narrow and deep alley underneath, and the sky is full of stars.

"Today is the last time I have a dream, and I will give up my dream of becoming a singer in the future, and run for life, ha ha..."

Fang Xiaole picked up the beer can, toasted to the bright moon, smiled sorrowfully at the starry sky.

"I always thought I was very talented and had a good voice. If I could sing those songs, I would be a blockbuster, but I can't remember those songs. Now my voice is broken, hehe... among all the singers in this world , I'm probably the worst one of the mess, right?"

"No, you are not as miserable as me."

Fang Xiaole was muttering to the starry sky when a woman's voice suddenly came from the roof of the old house opposite.

"Because I am also a singer, and I am about to commit suicide by jumping off the building, so you are not the worst."The woman's voice was gentle and beautiful, but it suddenly appeared in the dark and was very permeating, and Fang Xiaole was so scared that Fang Xiaole almost fell off the roof.

He looked at the roof on the opposite side, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen, but there was no light on the roof of the old house on the opposite side, and the woman's face could not be seen clearly.

"Are you also a singer? The bar street over there?"

Fang Xiaole first thought of the bar street where he worked. Most of the resident singers there were very hardworking, and the beautiful female singers often faced some nasty things.

The image of a female bar singer who could not bear the pressure of life and various unspoken rules and chose to commit suicide came to Fang Xiaole's mind.

The other side seemed to be taken aback for a while, and then chuckled softly: "Yeah, you are also singing in Pub Street?"

"Yes, meeting is fate, let's have a drink!"

Probably because of the darkness and alcohol, Fang Xiaole put down his guard against strangers and threw a can of beer over.

"Oops!"

There is a narrow back alley between the roofs on both sides, less than one meter away, the slender figure hurriedly caught the can of beer, and couldn't help but groan:

"You guy, throw something and don't say a word."

Fang Xiaole smiled, and the other side also laughed. The atmosphere between the two strangers was inexplicably relaxed, like two old friends who had known each other for many years.

"cheers."

Fang Xiaolechong raised the beer can opposite.

"cheers."

The slender figure opened the lid and raised the can at him.

Fang Xiaole took a sip, put down the beer can, and found that the other side was still holding his head up, and continued to make a gurgling swallowing sound.

After a while, she finally put down the beer can, couldn't help but hiccup, and quickly covered her mouth embarrassedly.

Fang Xiaole thought this girl was very funny, and smiled: "You won't finish drinking it in one sip, do you?"

The other side was surprised and asked: "Don't you say a toast? Didn't you finish drinking?" Then he pointed at him: "Drink soon, don't think you can be handsome if you are good-looking."

Fang Xiaole only noticed that there were lights on the roof on his side, and he could clearly see his appearance on the other side.

"Okay, I drink..."

Fang Xiaole didn't care, because he was handsome just for people to see. After drinking the wine in the jar, he wiped his mouth and asked:

"The handsome guy is drinking with you, are you in a better mood?"

Women are not to be outdone: "Beautiful women accompany you to drink, are you in a better mood?"

"Well! I figured it out. Although my voice is broken and I can't sing anymore, I am so young that I can still do other things. As long as I work hard, I won't be starved to death."

"Then I also figured it out. Although there are many man-made rumors that slander me, I am so beautiful and have so many fans. As long as I work hard, I will definitely be the queen of the music industry."

Fang Xiaole smiled and said: "Do you still have fans? Oh yes, there will always be a few regular guests in the bar who like to listen to you singing, just like I was before."

"...Yes."

Lin Yao was hiding in the dark, looking at the elegant and handsome man under the roof light on the opposite side, the gloomy mood that had originally wanted to jump off the roof was disappearing little by little.

These days, she has endured too many Internet rumors and slanders. Even with her huge number of fans, she can't resist so many Internet trolls who don't know the truth.

Lin Yao was tired. She took advantage of the fact that her agent and assistants were not paying attention, and after leaving a suicide note, she secretly ran out and found this abandoned old street.

She climbed onto the roof, preparing to leave this cruel world silently.

At this time, this handsome and lovely man appeared.

For some reason, after just saying a few words to him and drinking a can of beer, Lin Yao suddenly felt that the world was actually not that cruel.

"Hey, Miss Beer, you are really pretty? Are you pretty?"

Fang Xiaole had already drunk a lot on the road. At this time, his tongue was a little bigger, and he started to speak boldly.

Lin Yao followed the direction of his finger and looked back. It was an LED billboard on a tall building in the distance.

"The third season of "Super Challenge", are you ready?"

Below the slogan is a beautiful and gentle face, and next to it is the name-Lin Yao.

Super Challenge is a very popular outdoor variety show. As a newcomer who debuted for two years, Lin Yao suddenly became a regular guest of this top variety show, blocking the way of many people.

Therefore, some "black materials" directed at her spread like wildfire on the Internet, and then quickly developed into all-net black.

At this moment, seeing the billboard of the show that made her a target of public criticism, as well as the huge picture of herself, Lin Yao did not lose control of her emotions as before, but chuckled.

"I'm as beautiful as her."

Puff, Fang Xiaole also smiled, this little beer sister is quite confident.

Suddenly, a small crack suddenly appeared in the treasure house of earth memory that had not been opened for a long time.

The melody and lyrics of a song jumped out.

It fits the current situation.

I can't sing anymore in the future, so let's take this song to say goodbye to my dream.

It just so happens that it is a male and female duet.

"Miss Beer, aren't you a singer? I have a very nice duet song. Would you like to try it?"

"Sing? Okay! What song?"

"I teach you."

...

This song has a beautiful melody and catchy. After Fang Xiaole taught it for an hour or so, Lin Yao learned a general idea. Although many details still need to be worked out, he didn't enter the recording studio and just sang impromptu chorus, which was completely enough.

"Come?"

Fang Xiaole picked up the guitar.

"Come on, afraid of you?"

There was a provocative voice on the opposite side, and she seemed to be covering her mouth and chuckling in the dark.

The corners of Fang Xiaole's mouth rose, fingers plucked the guitar strings, and the melody of the human being flowed from his fingertips. After a short intro, he sang softly:

"Can't sleep in the middle of the night, hum my mood into a song."

"I had to go to the roof to find another dream."

Lin Yao connected:

"I was knocked awake in my sleep, I'm still not sure."

"How can there be a moving melody on the opposite roof."

The voice is so good and the singing skills are good. Why haven't I heard of this character in the bar street?

I just don't know what it looks like.

Fang Xiaole was a little surprised.

"I closed the door quietly and went up with hope."

"It turned out to be the person who often appeared in my dreams."

The gentle and pleasant sound was like a spring breeze, like a drizzle, dripping gently into the eardrum, Fang Xiaole followed:

"Isn't that person the vague person in my dream."

"We have the same understanding."

"Using an antenna..."

Lin Yao connected: "Using an antenna..."

The two sang together tacitly: "Arranged in the shape of loving you."

oh~

Lin Yao: "Sing your song on the roof."

Fang Xiaole: "On the roof with someone I love."

Although the other party couldn't see her face clearly in the dark, Fang Xiaole could feel her mouth pursing a soft smile when she sang this sentence.

Although the other party's voice is a bit hoarse, Lin Yao thinks that he is really handsome when he sings with the guitar, and he is so talented that he can write such a beautiful song.

...

"This roof has a beautiful encounter~"

"Singing your song on the roof~"

"On the roof with me, my beloved..."

In the abandoned old street, in the cold night, in the clear and gentle singing.

Two lonely souls suddenly met...