A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Soon, the time came.

Fang Cheng leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Are you nervous?"

Upon hearing this, Su Fan glanced at him and asked, "What's there to be nervous about?"

Fang Cheng glanced around the store: "It's normal to be nervous since this is your first time singing in front of so many people."

Su Fan said slowly, "Brother Cheng, have you forgotten what I do for a living?"

The equation paused for a moment.

Su Fan laughed and said, "There are far more people at funerals in the village than this, but I still manage to play the aria with great emotion."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng's face darkened: "This...how can these be the same?"

"What's the difference? If there's any difference, it's just that there are no people lying down here."

Fang Cheng quickly stopped him: "You can't say things like that."

Su Fan patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, I promise I won't let you down."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stage.

To be honest, Fang Cheng was much more nervous than Su Fan at this moment.

Su Fan walked onto the stage and stood in front of the microphone.

The lights in the shop weren't very bright; they were a dim, yellowish hue.

But all eyes were on them.

Su Fan reached out and took the microphone down from the stand, then gently blew on it: "Hello!"

A muffled thud came from the speakers.

Su Fan exclaimed, "There are quite a few people!"

Someone immediately chimed in, "They're all here for you!"

Su Fan nodded: "Then I have to thank you. It must have been hard for those of you standing. If your legs get numb later, you can squat down for a while. I don't mind."

A burst of laughter followed.

A girl shouted from below, "Su Fan! How old are you?"

Su Fan said, "Twenty years old, in the prime of life."

"He's quite handsome!"

Su Fan said seriously, "You should have said that sooner, otherwise I wouldn't have been so nervous."

The laughter from below grew even louder.

After the laughter subsided a bit, Su Fan waved the microphone in his hand and said casually, "Actually, I really didn't expect so many people to come. When I posted that video a couple of days ago, I thought it would be good if a few dozen people watched it. But when I came back this afternoon, wow, so many people! My landlord, Uncle Qi, insists that I took out a loan for his shop and can't pay it back, so someone came to our door."

The audience burst into laughter.

Su Fan walked to the microphone stand, plugged the microphone back in, and cleared his throat: "Actually, when I was writing the song 'Chengdu,' I didn't think about anything else. I just thought this little bar was pretty good, and Yulin Road was pretty good too. There should be a song that I only realized after I finished writing it. It seems that this song is not just written for this little bar."

After saying that, Su Fan slung his guitar over his shoulder: "Alright, enough chit-chat, here's a folk song for you all!"

The intro is very simple, just a few arpeggios, played slowly.

After the intro, the singing began as scheduled.

"It wasn't just the alcohol from last night that brought me to tears."

What makes me reluctant to part is not just your gentleness.

How much longer do we have to walk before you hold my hand?

What troubles me is the struggle for freedom.

……

The voice was very low, as if not wanting to wake anyone.

Su Fan sang casually, without any special techniques or fancy singing, as if he were chatting with the person next to him.

But every word was pronounced clearly.

Many people were enjoying themselves so much that they closed their eyes.

"Parting always happens in September; memories are filled with the sorrow of longing."

The tender green willow branches of late autumn kissed my forehead.

I have never forgotten you in that rainy little town.

"The only thing I can't take with me from Chengdu is you."

……

The sound of the strings floated in the air, slowly and lazily.

Then, the chorus started.

"Let's take a walk on the streets of Chengdu..."

They did not stop until all the lights were turned off.

You'll hold my sleeve, and I'll put my hands in my pockets.

Walk to the end of Yulin Road and sit at the entrance of the small bar.

……

Su Fan's voice rose slightly.

But it's still stable.

It's still soft.

It still feels like I'm talking to you.

Some people in the audience swayed gently along with it.

As the last note faded, the guitar music lingered in the air for a few seconds.

Quiet.

Then someone started clapping.

The applause quickly turned into a continuous burst, interspersed with a few whistles.

"It sounds great!"

"One more time!"

Su Fan sat on a high stool and said into the microphone, "One time is enough. Singing it too many times will make it worthless."

Another burst of laughter erupted from below.

Su Fan stood up: "Everyone, drink and chat as you please. Don't be shy, make yourselves at home."

At this point, someone asked, "Where's the Easter egg?"

"Yes, yes, yes, an Easter egg!"

"You can't go back on your promise about the Easter egg!"

……

Su Fan stood by the stage and said with a smile, "You guys have pretty good memories."

The commotion below grew even louder.

He waved his hand to calm things down: "Good food is worth waiting for. Once you've had your fill of drinks and are in high spirits, the surprise will come naturally."

After speaking, Su Fan stepped off the stage and walked towards the bar.

Fang Cheng stood behind the bar, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He watched as Su Fan walked through the crowd, with people waving to him along the way.

Someone raised their glass in greeting, and Su Fan just strolled along, nodding and smiling, as if he were browsing a market.

Fang Cheng asked himself, if he were in that position, the difference would be enormous.

Su Fan walked over, took the glass of water in front of him, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

Fang Cheng looked at him, and after a long while, he managed to stammer out, "When did you learn to play the guitar?"

Su Fan put down the cup, looking completely nonchalant: "I can play the suona, this is a piece of cake!"

Fang Cheng opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know where to begin.

He simply gave up and changed the subject: "What exactly is this Easter egg you're talking about?"

Before Su Fan could answer, someone suddenly leaned over.

It was a young man, holding a wine glass: "Brother Fan, please have a drink!"

Su Fan smiled and waved his hand: "I'll just drink tea instead of alcohol. If I drink too much, then there will only be eggs, no prizes."

The visitor wasn't annoyed; he simply raised his glass with a smile.

Su Fan clinked glasses with him and said seriously, "Okay, I'll just drink as I please, you drink up!"

The man tilted his head back and downed the drink in one gulp. Only after finishing did he realize what had happened and almost spat it out.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

Before the laughter had even subsided, two more girls approached, clutching their phones and notebooks, and said, "Brother Fan, could you sign some autographs for us?"

Su Fan took the pen, lowered his head, and quickly signed his name on the notebook. His handwriting was quite elegant.

After signing and handing it back, he laughed and said, "You guys really let me experience what it's like to be a star."

One of the girls exclaimed with bright eyes, "Brother Fan, with your looks and singing skills, it would be an injustice if you didn't debut!"

The other nodded vigorously: "Exactly!"

Su Fan returned the pen to them and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Thank you for your kind words. I will certainly live up to the organization's expectations of me."

The two girls giggled at his antics.

Fang Cheng watched this scene from the side and suddenly felt a little dazed.

This kid seems more experienced than me.

Su Fan turned around and saw Fang Cheng standing there in a daze. He said, "Brother Cheng, what are you standing there for? Business is coming, hurry up!"