My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

"Kohaku, your voice can't sing anymore, and this bar is a small business, I'm sorry."

"This will always be your home, you must come back to visit when you get better."

After the bar owner apologetically invited Fang Xiaole out of the back door of the bar and slammed the door on him, Fang Xiaole didn't plead, nor did he feel angry.

He just stood silently in the alley, and after a moment, tightened the guitar hanging on his shoulder, and walked out of the alley, leaving the bar where he had been singing for over a year.

Fang Xiaole walked up to the main street, a person against the tide of people who came to look for fun at night, head down and pass the colorful, paper-drunken bars on both sides of the road.

Fang Xiaole is a bar singer, and the inevitable alcohol and late nights have caused him physical problems.

His voice is broken.

Fang Xiaole has been to many hospitals, but they can't cure it, just like the memories of the place called "Earth" before he crossed over, Fang Xiaole can't remember.

The owner of the bar, who has endured for a week, finally opened his mouth tonight for the sake of his past love.

People also need to make money to eat.

It's a paradise for lonely people to chase their desires, and a stage for lower class singers to maintain their dreams.

It's just that from now on what "dreams" and such things are not related to him.

It's just a matter of thinking about how to live.

"Tonight, just tonight, let's get drunk one last time..."

Fang Xiaole bought a few cans of beer and walked alone in the night with his guitar on his back, after walking for over an hour, he came to an old street that was remote and deserted.

This street was once a shantytown, and after the demolition, there were a few old three-story houses left behind.

Whenever he was tired, Fang Xiaole would climb to the roofs of the old houses to sit and watch the stars, drink beer, and talk to the fireflies flying around the sky.

Fang Xiaole calls these old houses his "tree cave house".

All the words he doesn't dare to say in his daily life, he will dump them in the tree house.

Crunch........ Fang Xiaole climbed up the old stairs to the roof of an old house, went to the edge and sat down, put down his guitar, opened a can of beer and tilted his head back to drink a third of it.

There was a narrow, dark alley beneath his feet and a starry sky overhead.

"Today's the last time I'll be dreaming, I'm going to have to give up my dream of being a singer and run for my life, huh..."

Fang Xiaole picked up the beer can and raised his glass to invite the bright moon, smiling miserably at the stars.

"I always thought I was very talented and had a good voice, if I could sing those songs out, I would be able to make a big splash, but I can't remember those songs, and now my voice is broken, huh... Of all the singers in the world, I'm probably the one who's mixed up the worst, right? "

"No, you're not as miserable as me."

Fang Xiaole was talking to himself to the stars when a woman's voice suddenly came from the roof of the old house across the street.

"Because I'm also a singer, and I'm about to jump to my death, so you're not the worst."

This woman's voice was gentle and sweet, just suddenly appearing in the darkness was very oozing, scaring Fang Xiaole almost fell off the roof.

He looked to the opposite roof and could vaguely see a slender figure, but there were no lights on the roof of the old house opposite, so he couldn't see the woman's face.

"You're a singer too? Over on Bar Street?"

Fang Xiaole first thought of the bar street where he works, where most of the resident singers are very hard, and the pretty female singers often have to face some dirty things.

The image of a female bar singer who was frustrated by the pressure of life and all kinds of unspoken rules and chose to take a light life came to Fang Xiaole's mind.

The other side seemed stunned for a moment, then laughed lightly, "Yeah, you also sing in the bar street?"

"Yeah, meeting is fate, have a drink!"

Probably because of the darkness and the alcohol, Fonzie let down her guard against strangers and threw a can of beer over in passing.

"Oops!"

A narrow back alley between the two rooftops, less than a meter away, the slender figure caught the can of beer on her hands and knees and couldn't help but grouse.

"You people, you don't even say anything when you throw things over."

Fang Xiaole smiled and laughed across the room, the atmosphere between the two strangers was somehow relaxed, like two old friends who had known each other for years.

"Cheers."

Fang Xiaole lifted his beer can at the opposite side.

"Cheers."

The slender figure pulled off the lid and raised the can at him as well.

Fang Xiaole took a sip and lowered the beer can, finding that the opposite side of her remained in a tilted position and continued to make grunting and swallowing noises.

After a few moments, she finally put down the beer can, and couldn't help but burp, and quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Fang Xiaole found the girl quite amusing and smiled, "You're not going to drink it all in one gulp, are you?"

The other side was surprised and retorted, "Don't you want to say cheers? Didn't you finish your drink?" Then he pointed at him, "Finish your drink, don't think you can play tricks just because you're handsome."

Only then did Fang Xiaole notice that there was a light on his side of the roof, and he could see his face clearly across the street.

"Fine, I'll drink..."

Fang Xiaole didn't care, looking handsome is for people to see, finished drinking from the can, wiped his mouth and asked.

"Feeling better about drinking with you, handsome?"

The woman was not to be outdone, "Are you in a better mood when a beautiful woman drinks with you?"

"Well! I've figured out that even though my voice is broken and I can't sing anymore, I'm so young, I can still do other things, and I can't starve if I'm willing to work hard."

"Then I've also figured it out, although there are many people who spread rumors to slander me, but I'm so beautiful and I still have so many fans, if I'm willing to work hard, I can definitely be a singing diva."

Fang Xiaole lost her smile, "You still have fans? Oh yeah, there's always a few regular customers at the bar who like to hear you sing, just like I used to."

"...Yeah."

Lin Yao hid in the darkness and looked at the elegant and handsome man in the light of the opposite roof, the gloomy mood that she had wanted to jump off the roof and be done with it was disappearing a little.

These days, she had endured too many internet rumors and vilification, and even with her huge number of fans, she couldn't resist so many unidentified internet spotters.

Lin Yao was tired, so she sneaked out after leaving a suicide note when her agent and assistant weren't paying attention and found this old abandoned street.

She climbed onto the roof and prepared to leave this cruel world in silence.

At that moment, this handsome and cute man appeared.

Somehow, after just speaking to him and drinking a can of beer, Lin Yao suddenly felt that the world wasn't really that cruel anymore.

"Hey, Miss Beer, you're really pretty? Is it as pretty as she is?"

Fang Xiaole had already drunk quite a bit on the way, and his tongue was getting a bit too big at this point, and his speech was starting to get bold.

Lin Yao looked back in the direction of his finger, which was an LED billboard on a tall building in the distance.

"Season 3 of Super Challenge, are you ready?"

Underneath the ad is a beautiful and gentle face with the name - Lin Yao next to it.

Super Challenge is a popular outdoor variety show, and Lin Yao, a newcomer to the show, has become a regular guest on this top-tier variety show.

As a newcomer, Lin Yao became a regular guest on this top-notch variety show, blocking the way for many people. Therefore, some "black material" against her was spread on the internet, and quickly became an internet blackout.

At this moment, seeing the billboard of the program that made her a target of public criticism, as well as a huge photo of herself, Lin Yao did not lose control of her emotions like before, but puffed out a laugh.

"I'm as pretty as her."

Poof, Fang Xiaole also laughed, this beer lady was quite confident.

Suddenly, the long-unopened, treasure trove of memories about Earth suddenly revealed a small crack.

The melody and lyrics of a song jumped out.

Just right for the current situation.

I can't sing anymore, so I'll take this song to say goodbye to my dreams.

Just right, it was still a male and female duet song.

"Miss Beer, aren't you a singer? I have a particularly catchy duet song, want to try it?"

"Singing? Yeah! What song?"

"I'll teach you."

........

The song was melodic and catchy, and after Fang Xiaole had taught it for about an hour, Lin Yao had learned the general idea, though many details were still to be worked out, but it was perfectly adequate without going into the studio and just improvising the chorus.

"Come?"

Fang Xiaole picked up the guitar.

"Come on, why are you scared?"

A provocative voice sounded across the room, and in the darkness she seemed to be covering her mouth with a soft laugh.

The corners of Fang Xiaole's mouth turned up, his fingers plucked the guitar strings, a melody flowing out from his fingertips, and after a brief prelude, he sang softly.

"Couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, humming my mood into a song."

"Had to go to the roof to find another dream."

Lin Yao relayed.

"Knocked awake in my sleep, I'm still not sure."

"How could there be a touching melody across the rooftops."

What a beautiful voice, and a great singer, how come I've never heard of this guy on Bar Street?

Just don't know what the looks are like.

Fang Xiaole was a little shocked.

"I closed the door quietly and went up with hope."

"So it's the person who often appears in my dreams."

The gentle and lovely voice was like spring breeze, like drizzle, gently dripping into the eardrums, Fang Xiaole followed suit.

"Isn't that man, the fuzzy one in my dream."

"We have the same tacit understanding."

"With the antenna..."

Lin Yao picked up, "Use the antenna..."

The two chorused in unison, "Line up in the shape of love for you."

Oh~.

Lin Yao: "On the roof singing your song."

Fang Xiaole: "On the roof with the one I love."

Although the other party couldn't see her face in the darkness, Fang Xiaole could feel the soft smile pursing her lips as she sang this line.

Although the other party's voice was a bit hoarse, Lin Yao felt that he was really handsome when he played his guitar and sang, and he was so talented that he could write such a beautiful song.

........

"There's a beautiful encounter on this roof~"

"Singing your song on the roof~"

"On the roof with me, love..."

In the abandoned old street, in the cold night, in the clear and melodious song.

Two lonely souls, unexpectedly meeting....