What a repressed soul, people like me are mentally ill.

Is this called art? I don’t understand. I’m afraid that what I’m talking about may cause dissatisfaction.

So he forced me to do the next performance.

At that time, I couldn't sit still.

This is a woman wearing a gray robe.

She walked up to the stage and hugged her with both hands.

Then he sat cross-legged on the stage, eyes closed, motionless.

This, is this meditation?

I was a little tired from sitting, so I stretched my muscles.

As a result, Jia Yuan put his hand on his mouth to signal me not to move.

Everyone closed their eyes and remained motionless.

If my bar had done the same thing, it would have been smashed long ago.

What exactly is this fuss about?

After 10 minutes, the woman stood up.

Said: Everyone performed very well. If you listened carefully, you should have heard my inner voice.

I am talking and listening. I heard everything you just said to me.

I understand you and I will always be your listening ear.

This is a bunch of scammers.

They are just deceiving, saying that the richer a person is, the lonelier they feel inside.

This liar has captured this mentality and is a white wolf with nothing.

When I get out of here, I will definitely report you, I thought to myself.

Although I found it extremely boring, Jia Yuan really talked about it with great enthusiasm.

They are not normal people. They say that people who engage in art are half-crazy.

This time I am really a bitch, I am just a rough guy and I like down-to-earth things.

I really want to leave here, but I have another thought.

Since you have taken other people's money, you have to do things for them.

What if his wife's ghost appears as soon as I leave?

I can only respond.

Then, another man came up.

This man is very strange. He is dressed in a smart suit and leather shoes.

However, I started crying as soon as I got on stage.

Moreover, she cried very deeply and painfully, and the tears fell loudly.

It's like my own mother died.

Those who didn’t know better thought they were crying in mourning.

It's so late at night, so I'm a bit cautious.

Is this considered a performance? It totally ruins my outlook.

In Jia Yuan, I took a sip of beer and held a tissue.

Crying like a tearful person, with runny nose and tears.

Around me, the so-called outstanding people were all crying.

This is simply a large memorial service scene.

It doesn't look like an art bar at all.

This is what they call art. Won't this look attract ghosts?

I said Jia Yuan, you didn’t spend 12,000 yuan just to cry.

If you want to cry, I can achieve this effect for only 1 yuan and 20 cents.

Buy some onions and go home, and no one will care if you cry to death.

I really don’t understand, one word, convinced!

Completely convinced.

I really want to meet the owner of this store and how she does this.

I couldn't sit still anymore, so I said to Jia Yuan: "You can do it yourself, I'll go out and wait for you."

"Boss Zhang, don't be impatient. The main event is coming later. There will be the most exciting performance soon."

Are there any other wonderful performances? Are they more shocking than these?

"Boss Zhang, if you believe me, I will move you."

Again, I get moved at every turn, how could I be so fragile?

At this time, a young woman walked up to the stage.

She covered her face with sand and walked slowly to the stage.

As soon as the woman stepped onto the stage, the audience began to applaud.

The applause was enthusiastic, as if everyone was looking forward to her performance.

Mr. Qu is here, Mr. Qu is here.

People in the audience shouted her name excitedly.

Mr. Qu?

This is obviously a woman, why do you call her Mr. Qu?

This woman is tall and walks very lightly.

Just like the women on ancient murals.

She held an erhu in her hand, bowed to the audience, and then sat on a chair.

The people in the audience also sat down quietly, they were all waiting.

The woman began to play the erhu.

She should be playing Erquan Yingyue. This piece is very classic and very recognizable.

However, what this girl did made me feel uncomfortable in my ears.

The erhu was not tuned correctly. Where did she get the courage to stand on the stage?

The song "Er Quan Ying Yue" is inherently sad and desolate.

This Mr. Qu gave me the feeling of wanting to run away again.

I really want to rush up and give her a fight. How could such a good classic be ruined like this?

I stood up and wanted to leave.

This time, everyone present was crying in pain.

I was confused for a moment as to why such an ugly erhu could move people so much.

These people are weird. This bar is not simple.

I suddenly felt Yin Qi, and the Yin Qi was getting heavier and heavier.

In the bar, many ghosts floated in from outside. They all came to listen to Mr. Qu play the erhu.

However, these ghosts did not attack humans.

Instead, he stood aside and listened to the music quietly.

What kind of magic power does Mr. Qu's erhu have that can drive away the souls of evil spirits?

Moreover, those Yin spirits also cried bitterly.

What is it about the charm that makes both humans and ghosts so sad?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the bar became strange.

There must be something fishy about this bar.

The consumption is so high, it is impossible for these few people to deceive so many people just by throwing sledgehammers, selling cheap goods, and playing erhu without some magic spell.

These people are also high-end people, if this bar wants to take this opportunity to do something famous.

That's a piece of cake.
To be continued...