From teaching to superstar

Chapter 370 Come to a Bottle of Tavern (Subscribe)
【Walk with me on the streets of Chengdu】

【oh…】

【Don't stay until all the lights go out】

【You will hold my sleeve and I will put your hand in my trouser pocket】

[Walk to the end of Yulin Road and sit at the door of the tavern]

When Hu Yang got out of the car and stood on Yulin West Road, this song couldn't help appearing in his mind.

Dim street lamps stand on both sides of the road, some of which have been blocked by the dense branches and leaves of trees.

But they are all quietly waiting for the countless people who pass by here, illuminating the way forward for them.

Dim lights add a hazy beauty to Yulin Road.

The light from the shops on both sides of the road shone on the road, casting long shadows.

Hu Yang put his hands in his pockets and walked forward slowly.

The loud voices of several tables at the barbecue stall not far away, and the crisp sound of beer glass bottles colliding could be heard.

Looking over there, this may be an ordinary and real life.

Some envy and longing, but it does not mean that he will live such a day after day.

Soon, Hu Yang came to the place he was going to tonight - the tavern.

The LOGO of a hand with a protruding and bent joint has been hanging on Yulin West Road for more than 20 years.

That's right, it's not on Yulin Road, but on Yulin West Road.

At the same time, it is not at the end, it is just in the middle of Yulin West Road.

Standing outside the door, he raised his head and watched the light reflect the plaque with the words "tavern" into pale yellow, giving people a very quiet and peaceful feeling.

Push the door and walk in, the inside is not big and there are not many people.

There is a folk song of this world in it, which is very soothing.

The guests were drinking and chatting in twos and threes, and they were not making loud noises like some bars in the capital.

It's more about sipping wine slowly with your head down, enjoying the unique slow-paced life in Rongcheng.

As soon as Hu Yang sat down, a waiter came over.

"Bring me a bottle of tavern." Hu Yang ordered before she could speak.

Bistro is not only the name of this small bar, but also their signature beer here.

Very cheap and delicious.

Hu Yang sat on a bar table with brown glass on one side, and on the glass were photos of famous singers singing on stage.

I also saw several familiar people on it.

After thinking about it, I took out my phone and took a picture.

The waiter who was delivering wine to Populus Hu Yang looked at him several more times, and the puzzled expression in his eyes was clearly visible.

The same expression as the driver master.

Hu Yang picked up the tavern and raised it to her with a smile.

Then ignore it.

Seeing the bottle of tavern, the waiter smiled awkwardly.

She also thought that she had admitted the wrong person, how could Zhen Hu Yang drink this kind of wine, at least he had to drink XO or something like that.

No one bothered, and no one dared to believe that Hu Yang would appear here.

Drinking wine quietly, listening to the strange but familiar voices around.

His mind went back to 11 years ago.

At that time, he had not yet graduated and brought Song Wenxian here, and what they drank at that time was the tavern.

Due to family reasons, she never drinks alcohol.

When I asked her what she wanted to drink, she ordered the beer with the same name as the tavern.

Thinking of her curious and eager look, Hu Yang couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Finally, with his encouragement, he took a sip, and his white face instantly turned rosy.

She also said that the taste was different from what she had imagined, which was weird.

I thought she wouldn't drink any more, but just as she finished speaking, she picked up the bottle and took a sip.

He touched Populus euphratica very proudly and said: You did it, I will do it at will
Thinking of her heroic appearance back then, those who didn't know thought she said: I did it, you can do whatever you want.

Maybe you did something you wanted to do before but didn't have the courage to do it.

She was very excited that night, saying that before Song Wenzhi drank his father-in-law's wine secretly, her father beat him up severely.

He also warned the three sisters that whoever dares to drink, don't blame him for being cruel.

It's better for girls to be drunk so much, it's not safe.

Of course, the father-in-law's act of killing chickens and monkeys still played a big role.

At least Song Wenxian is obedient and obedient, and my sister-in-law Song Wenjing is not afraid of her father at all, probably because of her personality.

Hu Yang remembered that night, after she finished drinking a bottle of tavern, her whole face was red, like a big ripe apple, so Hu Yang couldn't help kissing several times.

While drinking, he recalled their past.

Everything is vivid in my mind, as if it was yesterday.

Looking at the empty place on the left, Hu Yang let out a helpless sigh deep in his heart.

The past cannot be traced, only longing becomes a river.

Populus euphratica tapped gently with his left hand on the table, the rhythm was soothing, the artistic conception was beautiful and nostalgic.

The wine, after all, was finished.

Looking at the empty bottle, it was as empty as his heart at the moment.

Sighing again, Hu Yang left the tavern.

It was more lively outside than when he came.

Perhaps it is because the nightlife has just begun at this time.

Listening to the singing from the small bars on both sides of the road, Hu Yang's mood seemed to improve a little bit.

In Rongcheng in mid-October, the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road also turned yellow.

Populus euphratica stretched out his hand to catch a withered yellow ginkgo leaf slowly falling from his eyes, rubbing it lightly.

Autumn is here, and the winter snow should also fall.

Just when Hu Yang's thoughts were freely diverging, several shouts suddenly came from behind him.

"Brother, brother, so you are here, I thought you were gone."

Being disturbed, Hu Yang frowned slightly.

Turning around and looking at the person calmly, he said calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

"You are Populus euphratica? No wonder you can play such a well-tempered tune. I didn't eavesdrop on purpose. I was sitting behind you just now." He recognized Populus euphratica.

"Well, what do you want from me?" Hu Yang nodded indifferently.

He is not in the mood to talk too much with this person in front of him now.

"I just want to ask you for advice." He originally meant to buy the song he just played from Hu Yang.

But when he recognized it as Populus euphratica, he changed his statement.

"I still have something to do at home, let's talk about it next time." After finishing speaking, Hu Yang turned around and left.

He is not in a good mood now, and he is disturbed.

The man looked at the back of Hu Yang who left without hesitation, showing a trace of remorse.

Recently, he is writing a song for a singer, and he is short of a title song.

The tune played by Hu Yang just now is very in line with what he wants in his heart.

If it is an ordinary person, he has many ways to get this song, but when facing Hu Yang, he has no effective means or methods.

Just because the current Populus euphratica is not something he can offend at all.

After returning home, the mother-in-law asked, "Did you go out for a drink?"

She drank a bottle of beer herself, and she smelled it before she could speak.

Hu Yang couldn't help but looked at his father-in-law who was sitting on the sofa watching TV with sympathy, what a tragedy!

"Well, I drank a bottle of beer, but I didn't drink too much. I have a sense of proportion." Hu Yang said with a smile.

Qiao Jinwen nodded and didn't say much, she could smell how much Populus euphratica drank.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower first." Hu Yang said.

"Go!" she said softly.

She knew that Hu Yang might think of her daughter before running out to drink.

Otherwise, based on her understanding of Populus euphratica, it is unlikely that she would go out to drink suddenly.

ps: This is the check-in place to go to Chengdu. Many people go there just to take pictures and don't go in to sit. They have to queue up.

In addition, "chengdu" is a masked word, not a typo on purpose.

(End of this chapter)