C80 (2/2)

”My dear friends, next, the final round of the transmission of flowers through the drum will be presided over by me. It's time to start …” Hu Feifei announced to the microphone on stage.

But when the intense drum sounds came, she just held onto the pink microphone without letting go. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she looked down, which made the hearts of those standing at the front of the stage go numb. With Chen Shisan and the other two's perfect performance before, if he was chosen to sing on the stage, that would be asking for trouble. But how could he tell such a touching story?

”Dong Dong Dong …”

This time, the drum beat was completely tormenting, and had reverberated for more than a minute. Knowing that Hu Feifei would turn around and glare at him, the drummer immediately nodded nervously. Hu Feifei quickly stuffed the microphone in her hand into Wu Yang's hands.

Gah, the drumbeats stopped just in time. A helpless and bitter smile appeared on Wu Yang's face. How did this girl scheme against me? I didn't think at all.

”Story... ”Tell a story …”

”Wu Yang is not allowed to sing, we are tired of hearing you sing, we need to tell you a story.”

”You have to experience it for yourself.”

Most of the people here were Wu Yang's friends, this was a good opportunity that they could not miss.

”Wu Yang will tell me one. I know you are someone with a story.” Hu Feifei urged him with a face full of anticipation.

The expression in Wu Yang's eyes was a little complicated, but it quickly became clear and he nodded his head solemnly: ”Alright, then I will tell everyone my story.”

The bar immediately quietened down, and everyone looked at Wu Yang.

”She wasn't my first love, but my girlfriend. She eloped for two more years in college … ”It has already been three years, but I don't know where she is now …”

Wu Yang's voice sounded, but the more he said, the more depressed he became. His eyes were empty, staring at the door of the pub, as though he was still waiting for her to enter the bar while telling a story.

They were college classmates, one the school's dancing captain, the other the school's Prince of Love Songs. So much love. However, the pressure of reality after graduation made them suffer greatly.

She was the daughter of a rich family in the capital, and he was an ordinary employee of a small southern city. Their marriage was destined to not be approved by the female Fang family members. For this they fought, for love, for the pursuit of the music in their hearts, they chose to break with the family, elope all over the country. In many cities, where people struggled to survive and sold songs under the bridge, the hardest time was a full month. Every meal involved a bowl of instant noodles.

They wandered in this place for two years and finally reached the Jiangdu City. She fell sick, to the point where even the hospitals here were unable to treat her. He desperately tried to raise money and even forced his family to sell their houses, but it was still far from enough.

To save her, he had to go to her family. In those difficult and humiliating days, her family had given him a condition that he could not refuse. Leave her, leave her forever.

They really did separate, and after her condition stabilized a little, she was taken abroad by her family, and even her family's factories were sold off. The family emigrated to a country he did not know.

The impoverished Wu Yang returned to the Jiangdu City. A year later, she would open this pub, and even now, it was only the third year, yet there was still not a single piece of news about her …

As he spoke till the end, Wu Yang was so depressed yet calm, with not a single tear left. It was not because he was not sad, but because all the tears that he had shed over the past three years had already dried up.

When the story was finished, the bar was still silent. There was only the sound of alcohol being drunk and the tears silently flowing down his face.

Hu Feifei and Wu Yang found a table and drank wine opposite of each other, cup after cup. No one tried to persuade them; no one could explain the depression in their hearts. Wu Yang was still in love with her, and Hu Feifei's deep love for his, at this moment, was like a kite with its string cut, drifting further and further away. The reason why Wu Yang told his story to the public tonight was probably to hint to her that Hu Feifei didn't want to fall in love with him anymore.

His heart had already followed her and he was unable to accept Hu Feifei's love. How could a cute let go just like that? Tonight, Wu Yang was in pain, but Hu Feifei was in even more pain. There was no comfort, only cups of bitter wine.