Tenant's Secret Love

Chapter 180: Unforgettable New Year's Eve (4)

After receiving my instructions, Xiao Wu immediately turned around and walked backstage with the guitar in an extremely awkward position, but my anxiety did not diminish at all, because I was not sure if Renee and Brittany had seen the two silver lines.

I pretended to be calm as I returned to Brittany's side. She looked even more calm than I was, with long, white fingers tapping gently on the table while keeping her attention on the script. It looked like she wasn't going to say anything to me again.

After a while, I finally asked her, "How's your script coming?"

Brittany smiled and said, 'Almost done. When do we start the event?"

Her smile finally relieved me, and I smiled back, 'It starts at 7 o'clock sharp."

Brittany looked at the time and said, "There's still 20 minutes. I'll go over the script again, you go do your thing."

I nodded and left, then went back to Renee. My just-relieved mood was starting to get anxious again, but I still asked with a calm appearance, "How are your preparations for the two songs going?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Seeing her usual indifferent appearance, I was relieved again, and I smiled before saying, "That's good, that's good..."

"Why did you keep saying that's good? Are you afraid I'll mess up?"

I really appreciated Renee's initiative in giving me such a good reason to hide my panic, and I quickly nodded, saying, "Yes, I'm afraid you'll mess up, after all, you haven't played these songs before."

"Don't worry, I won't mess up,"

Renee said, smiling slightly at me, and I was even more relieved by this smile, and I was sure that the guitar storm had been resolved without incident.

...

Time quickly passed to 7pm, and the sound of firecrackers could already be heard outside the bar. The new year was just a few hours away.

The event officially began, with waiters preparing food and drinks for the customers, while Brittany stood on the small stage hosting the small party. As usual, she gave the customers a New Year's message on behalf of the bar before the event officially began.

The first to go up and sing was Renee, singing the song "Vernal Equinox". Her performance lived up to expectations and quickly brought the first small climax. Many customers joined in with her singing, and the fact that many people at the scene knew the song also proved that the customers who came here to spend money had a strong literary inclination. I also believe more strongly because of this that this bar will become a place where the hearts of some people in this city dwell.

After Renee finished singing, many customers asked to take a photo with her. In fact, Renee has cultivated a small group of loyal fans through her many performances in the bar. Renee seemed in a good mood and did not refuse these people's requests for photos, and even accompanied them for a few drinks.

Brittany's hosting job was also done very well. Halfway through the event, she incited customers with talent to perform. The atmosphere was always very lively under her guidance, and it made me think that she was in a good mood for a while. It wasn't until after the event ended at 9 o'clock that I realized I was wrong!

...

It was 9:30 p.m. At this time, customers in the bar were still drinking, chatting, and singing in a high mood, while I went outside to see Brittany off.

Breathing in the fresh air outside, I lit a cigarette and said to Brittany, "This time you have to let me say thank you. You really helped a lot tonight!"

"Really?" Brittany frowned.

Her frown made me think I was hallucinating. After all, her smile had hardly left her face before I left the bar. So I didn't pay it much attention, but I did urge her, "Drive slowly on the way. It's still a few hours until midnight, so you'll definitely be able to make it to Shanghai."

Brittany's eyes suddenly glistened with tears, and she looked at me with clenched lips.

At that moment, I was finally sure that her frown was not an illusion. I immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

After a long silence, Brittany finally asked me, 'Lucas, about the guitar, aren't you going to say anything to me?"

My heart tightened, and I heaved out a puff of smoke before asking, 'You saw it?"

Brittany smiled with tears in her eyes but with a hint of sarcasm, "I have every detail of that guitar case deeply engraved in my mind. Did you think I wouldn't recognize it if you covered up those two silver lines?"

"But you?..."

"But why do I still pretend to be fine, right?"

My heart was blocked, but I nodded. I really wanted to know what power supported her in putting on a show of being fine.

"I don't want to ruin your event because of my emotions, but now that it's over, you have to give me an explanation. You said before that the guitar was taken away by CC, but why is it in the hands of that drummer?"

I stubbed out the cigarette in my hand, lit another one, and said in a low voice after a long while, "I sold the guitar to him."

The tears that had been rolling around in Brittany's eyes suddenly fell down her pale cheeks. She asked with a painful choke, "Why did you sell the guitar and on what basis?"

"I don't want to keep this guitar that represents the past, is that okay?"

Brittany nodded, "Yes, you're right, we shouldn't keep anything that represents the past!"

I took another heavy drag on my cigarette, and my heart was so heavy that I didn't know how to respond to Brittany's words.

Brittany suddenly put down her handbag, then sat on the ground and took off her red leather boots...

I looked at her in shock, not knowing what she was going to do.

At this time, she took off her socks, and then I saw the gold foot chain around her ankle. Memories immediately surged up, because I bought this foot chain for her with the money I earned singing in a bar many years ago.

Brittany untied the anklet, then got up and stood barefoot on the freezing ground, holding out the anklet in front of me and saying coldly, "I'm returning the anklet you gave me to me...and I'd also like you to return the guitar."

"Can you put your shoes on first? You'll catch a cold!"

Brittany didn't care about my concerns at all. There were still tears in her eyes, but her voice was full of determination: "Take this anklet from me."

Because of the extreme cold, her bare feet had already started to spasm, and then she couldn't stand steadily and fell onto me. At that moment, I didn't have time to think. I picked up her shoes and socks from the ground, picked her up in my arms and walked towards her car.

When I was about to open the car door, I saw Renee standing behind me in the car's rearview mirror.

Without thinking, I opened the car door and put Brittany in. Then I said to her, "I really did the wrong thing with the guitar. If you really don't want to keep it, you should have returned it to me instead of selling it... Don't worry, I will get the guitar back and return it to you."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to give it back to me." After saying that, she shoved the ankle bracelet into my hands, pushed me away, closed the car door, started the car without even putting on her shoes or socks, and then completely disappeared from view, leaving a draft next to me.