The perfect future of rebirth

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong walked inside with an old-fashioned look.

Because of their identities, both he and Yu Feihong were wearing sunglasses. In addition, it was midnight, and most of the passers-by on the road were rushing to the bar to eat, drink and have fun, but no one noticed their identities.

Otherwise, as long as the news spread that Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong went to the bar to play together, there would definitely be a large crowd of people watching. After all, they are both first-line stars now.

Arriving at the entrance of a bar, Jiang Wen took off his sunglasses, whispered a few words to the security guard, and several people were let in.

While walking, Zhao Fusheng whispered to Feihong: "There are security guards here?"

He really didn't expect that, after all, shouldn't the bars at this time be the kind of place where everyone goes in casually?

Unless it is like the one in foreign countries, there will be a group of security guards standing at the door to stop minors.

There is such a place in China, Zhao Fusheng didn't know it in his previous life.

Yu Feihong smiled lowly: "It's my first time here too, I just heard them talk about it before."

"Then what do you do when you're not filming?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously. He was really curious about what female stars like Yu Feihong, who would be called goddesses in the future, would do when they were not filming.

Yu Feihong laughed awkwardly, and said in a low voice, "Read at home, and then..."

Hesitating, she didn't speak.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Shopping, fitness or something, right?"

"No..." Yu Feihong said in a low voice.

"Huh? Then what are you doing?"

"sleep……"

"..."

There was a weird silence in the conversation between the two, Zhao Fusheng never thought that Yu Feihong still had such a hobby.

From a certain point of view, she is an out-and-out house girl. She usually stays at home and doesn't go anywhere when she doesn't make movies. Unless she really can't get rid of friends, Yu Feihong simply doesn't want to move.

Zhao Fusheng felt that the image of a goddess in his heart collapsed all of a sudden, but he didn't know why, but he thought that this kind of Yu Feihong was more real.

The two of them were talking in the back, and Jiang Wen had already walked into the bar first.

A place like a bar is very noisy in most people's minds, but in fact, it's just a type of bar.

Originating from foreign bar culture, there are generally noisy bars and clear bars. The former is mostly called a disco in China, while the latter is actually not so noisy in many cases.

Three or five confidantes and friends, sitting there, listening to the singer's performance on the stage, chatting, talking, enjoying a good leisure time, this is the real rest.

"People from inside the circle usually come here." After finding a place to sit down, Jiang Wen waved hands with a few people he knew well as a greeting, and then said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "The environment is good, it can be seen that a lot of effort has been put in."

He studied advertising design. Although he doesn't know much about interior decoration, he has more or less experienced the Internet age. Even if he doesn't know much about these things, he has seen a lot of them.

It can be seen that the owner of this bar has worked hard to study it seriously.

Yu Feihong was very calm, he asked the waiter for a cocktail, and asked Zhao Fusheng: "What do you drink?"

"Juice, thank you." Zhao Fusheng said.

"I want brandy." Jiang Wen said sharply.

The waiter nodded politely and left, not recognizing Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong's excitement.

Perhaps, it's because all the people who haunt this bar are celebrities.

"How about it, isn't this place very nice?" Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Not bad, but what happened to that stage?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the stage not far away. There was a band on it, but there were no singers.

"Oh, the boss prepared it. Usually there are everyone here. When someone who plays music comes, they will sing a few lines when they are interested." Jiang Wen explained with a smile: "Zhou Wei sang, Cui Kang sang Well, I heard some time ago that there is a newly promoted lead singer who has been singing here for a week."

"One week?" Zhao Fusheng blinked in surprise, then laughed, really looking forward to seeing the performances of those hall-level singers.

He checked the information, and the Zhou Wei and Cui Kang mentioned by Jiang Wen were both old men in the rock circle. Although he had never heard of the work in his previous life, it was indeed a masterpiece. Whether it was his singing skills or the style of the work, All are outstanding.

If you have the opportunity to hear their live performances, it's a worthwhile trip.

At this time, a young girl walked up, she was in her early twenties, her appearance was not ugly, she looked pretty, Zhao Fusheng didn't know her, so she turned to look at Jiang Wen: "Old Jiang, who is this?" ah?"

Glancing at the girl, Jiang Wen shook his head: "I don't know, it seems to be caused by tension."

While talking, he looked at Yu Feihong: "Do you know him?"

Yu Feihong also shook his head: "I don't know."

The two of them are now first-tier celebrities, and ordinary third- and fourth-tier actors really can't get into their eyes.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, this is the disadvantage of having too high-end friends around him.

"Hi everyone, I'm going to sing a song for you all."

The girl stood there, gestured to the accompanying band, said some song name, and the band nodded.

After a while, the accompaniment sounded.

"I still like you, like the wind has traveled eight hundred miles, no matter the date of return..." Zhao Fusheng was stunned when the girl opened her mouth for the first line of lyrics.

He can be [-]% sure that he has never heard this song before, but for some reason, Zhao Fusheng feels that this song is very comfortable for him to hear.

Maybe each of us will have such a time, when we hear a song, we suddenly think of a person and a past event.

Memory is something that always appears around us inadvertently, making people burst into tears.

4 Chapter Sixty

At the end of the song, the whole bar was suddenly quiet.

It's not that the girl sings so well, but that she really doesn't sing very well.

Except for the amazing first few sentences, the rest of the sentence is out of tune and out of tune, and there are actually some words that I forgot.

"She, isn't she a singer?" Blinking, Jiang Wen asked Feihong.

Yu Feihong's eyes flickered. It was obvious that she and Jiang Wen were thinking about the same thing at this moment.

Zhao Fusheng smiled at the side: "Isn't it, she is the most, um, is the level of a soul singer, okay?"