After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

The whole morning.

The president's office was filled with the excited chatter of the two.

Jiang Ye looked at the talented and radiant woman in front of him.

For the first time, he realized that his elder sister's business acumen and boldness were remarkably in sync with his own!

They don't need much explanation; often, just a glance or a word is enough for the other person to instantly understand the deeper meaning and provide the perfect supplement.

This feeling is simply amazing.

Like two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces, they finally found each other.

Jiang Ye's gaze gradually shifted from the drawings on the whiteboard to Han Qingru's face.

Looking at her deep in thought, and at her eyelashes trembling slightly with excitement.

A powerful spiritual resonance, transcending kinship, quietly blossomed in Jiang Ye's heart.

He suddenly realized.

If in this life, there is a woman who fights alongside him in his career and cooks for him in his daily life.

Then what else could Jiang Ye possibly want?

"Big sister..."

Jiang Ye couldn't help but call out softly.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Han Qingru stopped writing and turned to look at him.

Jiang Ye shook his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"no."

"I just feel so good to have you by my side in this tough battle."

. . . .

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yunding Town, on the outskirts of Hanju.

Several vans loaded with old audio equipment and musical instruments chugged along the winding mountain road into the town.

The car door opened, and Zhao Changjiang jumped out of the car with his somewhat down-on-his-luck independent band.

These guys who make music all have long hair, wear patched jeans, and exude a decadent vibe from underground rock.

They stared blankly at the vast, quaint town before them, now completely deserted.

"Yezi, isn't this a bit too much?"

Zhao Changjiang walked up to Jiang Ye, swallowed hard, and pointed to the exquisite buildings around them.

"You really intend to arrange for us, a bunch of underground rats, to perform in such a high-class place?"

Jiang Ye smiled and patted Zhao Changjiang on the shoulder.

"Yangtze River, don't underestimate yourselves. What I want is that untamed wildness in you."

Jiang Ye turned to look at Han Qingru standing beside him.

"Big sister, I've picked out a place, come with me!"

Han Qingru was dressed in a smart tracksuit and hiking boots today.

The group followed Jiang Ye, climbing up the bluestone steps.

After climbing for more than ten minutes, we finally reached the highest point of the town.

Here stands a stilted house made entirely of wood.

The stilted house is built half on solid rock and the other half cantilevered out into the air, with a bottomless cliff below.

What's most striking is the side of this stilted house facing the cliff; instead of a wall, it has a huge, seamless floor-to-ceiling glass window!

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, all you can see outside is a rolling sea of ​​clouds and a continuous range of mountains.

It felt as if you could reach out and touch the sky.

"Holy crap..."

Zhao Changjiang and his bandmates were stunned by what they saw, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

"This place is absolutely amazing!"

Zhao Changjiang trembled with excitement as he stroked the rough wooden pillar, his eyes gleaming with fervent light.

"Yezi, if this place were used to open a bar, it would be absolutely unique in the whole country!"

Jiang Ye smiled and nodded as he looked at Zhao Changjiang's excited expression.

"Hurry up and move the equipment in and get it working. From now on, this will be your base."

A group of musicians immediately became incredibly enthusiastic, busily moving equipment around.

A few hours later.

The sound system, mixing console, drum kit, microphone... all the equipment has been tested and adjusted.

Zhao Changjiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked up to Jiang Ye and Han Qingru.

"Yezi, Chairman Han, the equipment is almost ready."

Zhao Changjiang rubbed his hands together, and asked expectantly, "I'd like to use the old name 'LIVE HOUSE' for the bar again. What do you guys think?"

Jiang Ye was about to nod in agreement.

Han Qingru, who was standing next to her, shook her head slightly.

"This name, though sentimental, is too ordinary and doesn't match the atmosphere of this place."

Han Qingru walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the gradually darkening sky and the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside.

She turned around and looked at Zhao Changjiang with a deep gaze.

"Since we are going to create a 'Cloud Wasteland' where the soul can find peace."

"Then this bar should have a name that touches people's hearts."

Han Qingru paused, her red lips parted slightly, and she slowly uttered a few words.

"I think we should call it 'The Loneliest Bar'?"

The loneliest bar!?

The moment those six words were uttered, the entire stilted house fell silent.

Jiang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up!

This name is so original and so impactful!

In modern cities, who isn't lonely?

In this era filled with social media and various group chats, people seem to be closely connected, but in reality, they are more lonely than ever before.

"The Loneliest Bar"—this name is like a precise bait, sure to instantly strike at the soft spot of young people who crave solitude and want to release their emotions!

"Big sister, what's wrong with your brain? That name is absolutely brilliant!"

Jiang Ye couldn't help but give a thumbs up and sincerely praised him.

Zhao Changjiang repeated the name to himself several times, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Okay! Let's call it 'The Loneliest Bar'!"

Zhao Changjiang slapped his thigh excitedly, "Sister Han, you came up with such a brilliant name! I'm impressed!"

Han Qingru smiled slightly and continued:

"Since it's called the loneliest bar, we'll also make a radical change to its interior layout."

"No booths, no sharing tables, and no minimum spending required."

Han Qingru pointed to the area in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"All seats will be individual seats facing the cliff and the starry sky."

"People who come here don't need to socialize or entertain. They just need to order a drink, look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, listen to your music, and quietly spend some time with themselves."

Listening to Han Qingru's ideas.

Zhao Changjiang's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He spent half his life making independent music and was used to the noise and drunkenness in bars.

He dreamed of having such a pure place where people could truly calm down and listen to the songs he wrote.

Jiang Ye was clearly also somewhat affected.

He turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked down at the rolling sea of ​​clouds and at the last brilliant sunset on the distant horizon.

He took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, and grabbed the broken wooden guitar that was placed in the corner.

He didn't plug it in, nor did he use a microphone.

I stood there on the edge of the cliff, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, facing the empty valley.

Jiang Ye cleared his throat, suddenly turned his head, and shouted loudly at the empty bar:

Good evening, everyone!

"Today is the first day of our 'Loneliest Bar' soft opening!"

"I want to dedicate this next original folk song to a lady!"

Jiang Ye's gaze fell on Han Qingru, and then he said:

"This song is dedicated to my forever elder sister, Ms. Han Qingru!"