Trafford’s Trading Club

When Youye returned, he saw Taiyinzi staring around intently. What would he look like if he was given a knife?

Of course, it's like a second-hand role as an unnamed but extremely hard-working fourth-grade imperial guard with a sword.

"Owner."

"You're back." Luo Qiu nodded, "Did you run into any trouble?"

The maid lady came closer and said softly: "It's a fairly strong monster. It's probably just out of curiosity and has no other meaning. I have already warned the other party. Master, is it okay to handle it this way?"

"Just do what you want." Luo Qiu smiled, suddenly waved his hand and twisted the clothes on You Ye's shoulders, twisting something.

"This is..." Youye frowned. She always liked being clean and keeping her body free from dust.

"It looks like it's just a hair." Luo Qiu waved his hand and gently swept the maid's shoulder, "It should be left by the monster just now."

"Master, Youye was too careless this time." For some reason, the maid showed a look of self-blame on her face for the first time.

"As you said, it's a fairly strong monster. It's normal to have some tricks that people don't notice."

Luo Qiu smiled and reached out to wipe away the slight frown on You Ye's brow, "The systems in the East and the West are different, and the source of our power is even more different from all other systems. It's not strange that we can't notice it every time. "

As he spoke, Luo Qiu looked at the short hair on his hand... the golden hair was only about half the length of a finger. Boss Luo suddenly opened his palm and let the hair lie flat in his palm.

Suddenly, it automatically broke into countless small pieces, as thin as dust. After blowing a breath, it completely disappeared.

"Just like a lion doesn't pay attention to the ants crawling on the ground." Luo Qiu said calmly, then suddenly smiled, and looked at You Ye again, "There's no need to blame yourself. But it's okay to be upset, because it will look cute. Some, and it’s the first time I’ve seen them.”

Youye nodded, but in an instant, she returned to her appearance as the maid who was almost omnipotent in the club.

"Let's watch the performance." Luo Qiu looked at the dance floor and stage, and saw two young men each holding up their instruments, waving, and walking out from behind the stage.

Without saying a word, the explosive sound of music was already remembered. As a guitarist, Cheng Yiyi immediately started his solo. His fingers on the strings were like a powerful engine, which further improved the sound effect.

Luo Qiu finished the last sip of 'gin-fizz' and suddenly said: "Taiyinzi, since you have found the sponsor again, let's go to work."

"Pindao...Pindao knows." Taiyinzi nodded.

…

…

Some people say that rock and roll is dead in this country. Some people say that it is actually still there.

For Cheng Yiran, of course it is still there. For those who love it, it's still there.

But it is undeniable that no matter how many voices say it is still there, the number of people who like it has been decreasing, and the number of people who understand it is also getting fewer and fewer.

This situation may really sting rock musicians... They can't hear or speak, and they have all kinds of arguments, but in the end they are too weak to deal with the mainstream public.

They either engage in verbal battles with other scholars on certain forums, or they carve out a bloody path to bring it to various large-scale stages again and again.

However, in this country with a population of 140 million, they are still too few.

Whether there will be a day when this country will be able to recreate the grand scene where rock music was popular all over the country a few decades ago, who knows?

After all, there are too few successful people walking on this road. Without great beauty, one cannot become an idol and become popular quickly. Without a strong financial backing, thousands of people can only earn on the same stage. Without excellent strength, one can only be full of passion. Just...

Only in this kind of place.

It was indeed extremely lively below the stage...but the liveliness was not because of the music at this moment, but because of the alcohol that had already hit the brain and the beauties around him.

Cheng Yiran's fingers became faster and faster, but he gradually felt that his fingers were aching and numb. When I first learned the guitar, I would often feel pain and numbness in my fingers, but it was far less painful than the pain I feel now.

Everything he tried his best to play was, at best, just a tool to enhance the atmosphere for the people here.

The music started playing again, but no one looked at him.

This is not what he wants... It's as if a voice is whispering in his ear: Is this what you want?

Is it his own voice? Or someone else's voice?

Cheng Yiran suddenly couldn't hear the lively sounds below the stage.

He seemed to have lost his hearing all of a sudden. A buzzing sound kept lingering in his mind, lingering and becoming more ferocious, piercing his pride, his persistence, and his persistence. Broken, nothing left.

Cheng Yiran came to his senses under a huge breaking sound. There are many speakers placed under the stage, which are making a harsh buzzing sound repeatedly.

Cheng Yiran looked at the bottom of the stage in surprise and fear. The so-called 'audiences' who were not looking at him were all looking at him in astonishment.

Cheng Yiran subconsciously looked at his hands, at the electric guitar he hung... and at the string that was broken by his madness and numbness.

Broken string, he played the broken string.

Cheng Yiran moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of fear and panic.

He was at a loss, and his body retreated step by step almost instinctively.

When Hong Guan next to him saw this situation, he quickly played the electric bass hanging on his body and started to save the situation.

"This is not what I want." He said softly.

"This isn't what I want," he whispered.

"This is not... what I want!!" He suddenly yelled.

Bang!

He suddenly untied the electric guitar hanging on his body, threw it heavily on the stage, turned around and rushed out of the stage, leaving only a scene of surprise and confusion, as well as Hong Guan's sigh.

…

Cheng Yiran kept pouring water on his face with both hands in a bathroom of this nightclub.

He had already completely wet his face and hair... He just did this subconsciously... maybe because Hong Guan once said.

Let him calm down, whether he is angry or otherwise.

Cheng Yiran raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was stuck in lumps due to the water and patted randomly on his face. There is no doubt that even he can feel that the face in the mirror is a complete loser.

Leaning against the wall, he let his body slide down naturally and sat down, letting his hands hang down naturally. He touched the cold floor and lowered his head. Cheng Yiran just let himself sit like this, his mind going blank.

Suddenly, he stretched out to his neck, pulled out a necklace hanging inside: a brand necklace made of metal, and threw it away.

Cheng Yiran suddenly smiled, maybe he was laughing at himself... He stood up and left the bathroom as if he was lost. He let the water on his face and hair drip on the ground, climbed up the stairs, and finally came to The roof of this building.

Cheng Yiran moved towards the place where he felt he could end.

Standing on the edge, looking down at the street below, Cheng Yiran opened his hands, closed his eyes, and relaxed his body.

"What a pity it is to die like this."

The voice was unusually clear, causing Cheng Yiran to open his eyes subconsciously.

But the voice is still ringing: "Since you don't plan to take this life, why don't you use it to exchange it for something else?"

"Who? Who's here?"

Cheng Yiran didn't see anyone, only heard this strange sound.

"If I said I could trade your soul for your success, would you be willing?"

"Who's here!!!"

"You are here, and the only one here is yourself...and yourself who can make your wish come true."

The voice became thicker, "Come on... As long as you are willing, you can realize your wish, and you may even be able to conquer the world with your music. Come on..."

"Come on...come with me..."

As if being attracted by something, Cheng Yiran's footsteps began to move away from the edge area... He still couldn't see any figure except himself here.

But he seemed to know where to go, and walked down the stairs step by step, and then came to the door of a box in this nightclub.

Cheng Yiran opened the door, and it was dark inside. No lights were turned on, and he could only vaguely see what seemed to be two figures.

One is sitting and the other is standing. (To be continued.)