In his fifth year in Guilin, he preferred drinking.

It's not that I drink too much, I just like to sit alone and quietly find the fun of the night through the stubble of drinking. In a strange world, there are always some emotions behind the hustle and bustle. Among the bars, they finally targeted Lounge.

Lounge is a standard literary and artistic loser style. It is the oldest music bar in this small city. In a prime location. The large floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the riverside street proudly separated the sounds of the outside world, but there is a live house in the other direction of the door. The two extreme places seem incredibly harmonious because of a fancy sliding door. The door is full of live photos of the band performing. It is said that one year my escape plan also came here to have a good time, but at that time, I was still chewing my pen and having a headache for my graduation thesis. I like to go to the clear bar on the street and sit out through the window while listening to the song. Little couples are strolling on the mottled stone road with their hands hooked and their waists. Tourists carrying SLR bags look around tiredly, trying to find more symbolic street views. The enchanting girls take two steps and stretch their phones and click at 45 degrees. They look down for a few minutes. The weird light shines under their chin, while I sip the wine and watch. Have fun with the rhythm of the music.

There were not many people who went every time. Small groups of twos and threes amassed themselves, but the boss could go up and say a few words, as if they were very familiar with them. "How can you survive with such a small person every day?" Finally one day, I asked Monkey with the determination to be kicked out the next second. Monkey, the owner here, judging from the wall of old records, his music career is quite old. It is said that this place used to be called Juyin Pavilion, with all kinds of strange records, a paradise for music enthusiasts. It is said that he used to be the most awesome DJ in Guilin City. His decadent artistic atmosphere is exudes from the domineering tattoos that extend along his blood vessels. He is thin but strong. The green stubble carries an inexplicable sense of joy, like a strange uncle in a cartoon. "There are rentals upstairs and downstairs. Every day, old customers come here to consume, and my cat and I have enough food." People like me who live a step-by-step life really don't understand why a talent like him with unique skills is willing to bury himself like this."I didn't want to turn it off or not?" "I like it here, I want it to drive." Monkey touched the band poster on the wall and sighed resolutely.

"That's good, I like it here." I picked up the wine glass with peace of mind, shook it, stared blankly at the blue foam that was smoked by the light for a while, and continued to turn around and face the window to watch my silent movie. After a while, several slightly fat men came over carrying several packs of white food boxes. "Big brother, let's get two strings first at minimum consumption!" The monkey took a few cans of Carlsberg and took a glass of wine. The pale man opened the beer and swallowed the grilled squid. The monkey just held the teacup and sipped the e-cigarette. He took a sip of tea for each bite of meat, and then took two puffs of the cigarette. This posture was no less than the satisfaction he felt when he ate rice noodles and two spoonfuls of Lao Gan Ma when he was a student. The rich aroma awakened the lazy cat that was sleeping on the side. Its moist tip trembled slightly, and it suddenly opened its eyes and sat up cleverly. It pressed its white paw forward, stretched long, and swung its tail. It came over. She jumped into the arms of the white and fat man, rubbed her head against his stomach, adjusted her rear paws slightly, raised her front paws and secretly stretched them into the pocket. "You can't eat this. You'll die." The man opened its claws and held it in his arms. Seeing that there was no hope of eating meat, the lazy cat left with its tail wagging.

"The New Year's Eve is in two days. Why don't you organize something?" As a foreigner, the early hours of New Year's Day are the most boring. Thinking that the landlord and his family downstairs were watching the New Year's Eve concert around the hot pot, but he could only look at the fireworks outside the window and let the loneliness in his heart shout. Suddenly, he wanted to find a place to hide. A group of people who had no place to live together, which was also considered temporary. Relying on each other. "I invited a folk singer to come on tour, and I'll bring friends over to see it. The live house down there hasn't been open for a long time. New Year's Day is the beginning of the year, but it's just a problem with manpower..." "No problem, let me help you!" As soon as I heard that live house was about to start a new year, I was so excited that I would witness nirvana on the first day of 2015. It felt like I was personally participating in a solemn ceremony, and my pride instantly expanded, so that I even forgot that I had to work overtime early on New Year's Day. The monkey also treated me like usual, and this matter was decided on a whim.

The street lamp at 1 a.m. on the way home was just yellow, and the air roots of the eighty-year-old banyan tree downstairs were like the tassel on the arm of a lady's shawl. When the wind blows, it would be placed leisurely. This night gracefully gathers the world in its arms. I was like a spoiled child, greedily parked at night, unwilling to go back.

December 31st arrived as scheduled, and the boss uncharacteristically ended the meeting early and left. I hurriedly said "See you next year" to my colleagues and hurried to change into casual clothes. Everyone on the street is in a hurry, wanting to end the year in minutes and use the light of the New Year to make themselves happier.

It's only seven o'clock when we get to the monkey. As usual, it was empty. I looked around in boredom at the door and saw a young man in a leather coat wearing a pair of metal glasses and a gentle man. I probably went to the wrong place. "Want to come and see the concert? Tonight's program is very coquettish!" I was so excited that I almost performed for him live. "Well, I think it will be." The young man adjusted his glasses and replied with a shy smile. "There should be quite a lot of people coming tonight. Monkey and I are too busy to do anything later, you can't stand by, okay?" I should have a natural blood of being gentle and bullying. I patted him on the shoulder,"Give customers a beer or something, right?" He nodded his head earnestly, very sincerely. My conqueror mentality has expanded to its extreme at this moment. "You're here? "" Monkey came out of nowhere,"Dazhi, tonight he is home." Monkey pointed to the refined man. I followed the tattoo on Monkey's hand and stared blankly at this young man with a very low sense of existence. Without the loneliness and coldness of the imagined singer, is his music also very warm? But if you give up all those who wander around, if you don't have the indifference of self-admiration, how can you endure the loneliness that no one cares about in this world when talent selection is in full swing? Get rid of these endless questions and help Monkey receive guests.

It starts at 9:30 p.m. on time, and Dazhi starts singing. He sat on the stage, holding the guitar, and began to sing in a low voice, then suddenly became hoarse and hoarse. After one song was sung, another song began immediately afterwards. The audience was quietly following with the beat, while I sat at the door holding the cat, looking at the little Sven holding the guitar in front of me, and watching his unruly soul roar out of his voice. Some people at the bar closed their eyes, looking for resonance in this dense music world. Others just drank, sighed, and then drank.

Monkey time is up. He lowered his head and made a series of unwritten sounds, and the scene suddenly quieted down. Everyone thought they had heard wrongly, but the monkey was actually imitating the cat to meow and the dog to bark. As I listened, tears were rolling. Monkey is usually a man who never smiles and smiles. He never reveals what others are thinking, nor does he shake his own thoughts. At this time, the music stopped. He looked up and said solemnly,"I have been working as a waiter here for six years for music. The landlord is always pressing for bills. The waiters come and go. I thought that building this bar can continue my dream. But in the end, I was just a waiter who played music. I didn't improve much in skills. I just raised a few cats and a dog... Thank you all for coming." Then he continued to tell himself through music that everyone couldn't understand. I shook the cup in my hand, and the steaming heat surrounded the colorful light that was projected, crushed it, and blended it into the freshly cooked barley tea. Monkey's music stopped, and I was still gently holding the mouth of the cup and shaking it slowly, mixing his story together and drinking it while it was hot.

Turning around and accidentally glancing at the door, the people up and down were still bustling, and only a few people came in to ask. This bar is like a rhinoceros running at night, adhering to the direction of his heart with his lonely yearning.

But in this strange city, it warms me.

Postscript:

It is an old diary I wrote when I communicated in 2014 and 2015. Now, Monkey's shop has been replaced by an e-cigarette from a bar. The music production is still of high quality. Recently, the new work has become popular among the shrimps. Meng Zhi's music path is also getting farther and farther, but when he came to Guangxi, I was in Xinjiang, and after he went to Xinjiang, I was in Sanya again. Anyway, fate is like a cat catching its tail. It's better to stride forward and happiness will always follow suit.

If you are fated to go to Guilin, please stop for a while in the small square of Zhengyang Pedestrian Street for me. Maybe you can see a cat stretching on the railing of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the evening, accompanying a lonely musician, playing guitar, and singing in the distance.

Finally, I present photos of Guilin's Laocheng District five years ago to commemorate it.

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