Nowadays, this man is particularly dazzling on the stage. He is wearing a burgundy suit, his hair is permed and slightly curled, and he is holding the microphone stand with his slender fingers. Every tilt of his head can attract everyone's exclamation;
Few people know about his past. Few people know that he once lived on the streets singing and singing for his dream. Even after a whole day, he could not make enough money to eat.
Until one day, the sunset was just right, and the warm yellow light shone lightly. A long-haired girl knelt down in front of him, with a charming face and gleaming eyes. She asked him with a smile, "I want to listen to a drier song. Can you sing it?"
After singing ballads for a long time, he stared at the person in front of him, his fingertips unintentionally traced the strings of the guitar, he was silent for two seconds, and nodded.
After finishing the song, the girl gave him a business card with a bank card underneath: "Want to come to my bar? I happen to be short of a resident singer."
This is where their story begins.
The flirtatious proprietress of the bar vs. The money-making machine with no desires or desires (not)
Concept: There is spring in the gutter.
