Before Mo Xiaoyao hesitated for 3 seconds, another person jumped up from the bottom. He was a man about 1.8 meters tall. His face was above average, and he was quite thin. Pinches of blond hair. The most noticeable thing is that on his left ear, there are 3 silver earrings hanging from top to bottom, showing an alternative.
He was wearing a pair of washed white jeans, and there were a few holes in the thighs near the knees, exposing the not-white leg flesh inside. He wore a black long-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, with some overlapping or overlapping letters randomly printed on it, and it was impossible to see what the words were.
When Mo Xiaoyao was looking at him, he was also looking at Mo Xiaoyao, probably because he felt that this woman was no threat to him.
A few seconds later, the man inserted the thumbs of both hands into the pockets of his jeans, stretched one leg out sideways for a small step, showed a bright smile to Mo Xiaoyao, and opened his mouth to say hello.
"Yo, sister, it's fate to meet you in this place."
However, Mo Xiaoyao didn't want this fate at all.
The man didn't care about Mo Xiaoyao's indifference, and introduced himself familiarly: "My name is Leyin, how about you?"
"Mo Xiaoyao." Mo Xiaoyao's voice was clean and crisp just like her style of doing things.
"Hmm... Do you want me to call you Xiaoyao, or Miss Mo?" Leyin left his left hand out of his trouser pocket, and stretched out to his forehead to play with his two locks of hair.
"Mo Xiaoyao."
"… Fine."
Seeing that Mo Xiaoyao didn't intend to get close, Leyin shrugged, turned his head to look at the car he had just jumped on, and was also stunned by the facilities on it.
"Fuck, can this thing be used as a car?"
Mo Xiaoyao nodded with concern, and did not put on that expression of refusal to be thousands of miles away. From this point of view, Leyin and himself must be in the same group, and they want to cooperate. Although it is unnecessary to talk about private matters , It's still okay to talk about business.
"Do you know how?" Mo Xiaoyao walked to Leyin's side, the shoes without heels made her walk a little unsteady, she accidentally stepped on something, looked down, and found that it was the pair of fluffy slippers on Leyin's feet.
The brown Yohi monkey shape is quite joyful.
Although Leyin hadn't been stepped on, he could feel the shoes being stepped on. He also looked down, then silently pulled his feet out of the shoes, took a step back, and stood barefoot. On that little stage.
Mo Xiaoyao looked up at him, puzzled. Leyin didn't care about her indifference at all, pointing to the shoes on the other party's feet without heels, then pointing to her large slippers, and said: "Don't wear those shoes of yours, if you don't mind, wear mine .This is a racing competition. I don’t think there is any seat belt here.
"...Thank you." Mo Xiaoyao was silent for a few seconds, accepted Leyin's kindness, squatted down, unbuttoned his shoes, and took off both shoes. She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she was not willing to throw it away. She just kicked the shoe to the side. After all, this is a new model that she spent thousands of dollars to buy last month. Even if it is broken, it is good to have a look at it.
Standing barefoot on the stage, it was a bit cold, and Mo Xiaoyao didn't bother to think about whether other people's shoes were dirty or whether they had any strange diseases, so he immediately stepped forward and put both feet into the pair of cartoon slippers, Then I scurry inside again, finding the most suitable position and putting it on.
Mo Xiaoyao, who had regained the temperature of the soles of his feet, moved his toes comfortably a few times, then looked up at Leyin: "Are your feet cold?"
Leyin shook her hair carelessly: "It's okay, I'm used to it."
"Speaking of which, how did you come here?" Mo Xiaoyao couldn't bear to put on a cold face after receiving the favor of the slippers. Besides, she also has something she wants to prove, "Outside, has it already..."
Leyin picked up the drumstick, shook it back and forth in his hand, and looked down at his hand: "It's the end of the world... I stayed up all night yesterday, and I slept all day when I got home in the morning. I just woke up and wanted to get something to eat. Came here."
"Sure enough..." Mo Xiaoyao's heart sank. She always felt that all this was so unreal. A few hours ago, she was still working hard for this year's year-end award, but in the end, not to mention the company, even the earth was gone.
"It doesn't matter what the end of the world is."
Leyin threw the drumstick into the air, and after catching it, the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his right hand naturally pinched one-third of the drumstick, and the ring finger and little finger were close together and lightly stuck behind. Turning to Mo Xiaoyao, he continued.
"For me, the disbandment of the band is no different from the end of the world. It's good that it happened, so I don't have to think about what to do in the future."
After finishing speaking, he waved the drumstick in his hand and tapped on the drum set in front of him. It seemed casual, but he had a strong sense of rhythm. It could be seen that he had put a lot of effort into it.
Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyao didn't bother him, and instead observed the situation around him. At this time, all the cars are already occupied, the difference lies in the number of people.
On single-seat vehicles such as bicycles, broomsticks, floating manhole covers, and pterodactyls flapping their wings, a red barrier has been raised after people get on it, preventing others from climbing up again. .
And the stage type under Mo Xiaoyao's feet shone with blue light, obviously indicating that it was not full and could accommodate more people on board.
Mo Xiaoyao took a look around and found that there are quite a few such multi-person vehicles, such as the off-road vehicle about 120 meters in front of her left, and the electric tricycle about 50 meters behind her right, both with only two people on top.
Of course, below them, several people had already scuffled into a ball. As soon as this man opened the car door to get in, his legs were held tightly by the people behind him and he couldn't move. And the other one, trying to escape the crowd by turning in through the car window, couldn't succeed at all because of being stared at by many pairs of eyes.
Mo Xiaoyao was speechless, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "There are so many available, why are you just staring at the car... It's too unimaginative."
Of course, she would not admit that she chose this small stage because she didn't have a car around her.
"At least they know how those cars drive. And if you keep wasting your time watching people, maybe in a minute, you'll just be standing here envious of their good luck."
Mo Xiaoyao was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw that at some point, a man had already stepped onto the small stage, standing about half a step behind her.
His height is also about 1.8 meters by visual inspection, but he is half a head smaller than Le Yin, with deep eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and a standard figure, but he is not as thin as Le Yin, but gives people a feeling of strength.
Mo Xiaoyao felt that this man should be the legendary type who looks thin when dressed, but has flesh when undressed. At least he looks quite seductive and has good taste.
The man is wearing a navy blue turtleneck thin wool sweater with a light beige red and blue lined large checkered vest on the outside, a pair of dark brown casual trousers, and a dark gray cashmere coat for warmth And aesthetic effect, both casual and comfortable.
If Leyin is the boy next door, then this is obviously the president next door.
The man looked Mo Xiaoyao from head to toe with deep eyes, and stayed on the pair of monkey slippers for a while. After all, he remembered the motto not to criticize ladies' clothes lightly, and said insincerely: "...good taste."
Mo Xiaoyao had a cold face: I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.
The man seemed to have no desire to introduce himself. He raised his left wrist and glanced at the dial, and said lightly, "There is still 1 minute and 45 seconds until the announcement starts. Does anyone of you know how to control this thing?"
Mo Xiaoyao walked over silently, picked up the bass in his hand, slid his fingertips across the strings, and a string of melodious notes jumped out: "The bass or guitar is responsible for the direction, the drummer or keyboard player is responsible for the forward movement, and the microphone is responsible for the attack—I There was a voice explaining in my head after stepping on it—didn’t you?”
Leyin also stopped at this time and shook her head: "There is nothing."
The man crossed his arms, walked to the keyboard and stood still, typing out a certain section of a certain piece of music with his fingers nimbly. Then, he turned around and said, "Me neither."
"That's the privilege of being the first to come up." Mo Xiaoyao came to a conclusion, and after looking sideways at the people who were still scrambling to get into the car she knew, she turned her head and raised a gesture to the other two. Raised the bass in his hand, "I declare in advance that I only know how to play this, and I'm still an amateur, and all I know are old songs."
Le Yin carelessly said that it doesn't matter: "Although our band is a third-rate band, it's still a band anyway. I just cooperate with you."
The man tilted his head and smiled: "I haven't heard too many popular songs. But if it's a symphony and familiar old songs, maybe I can try it."
Mo Xiaoyao and Leyin looked at each other, even though they only met 2 minutes ago, they understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes.
symphony? Sorry, no.
"Then, why don't we try old songs?" Leyin didn't want to admit defeat in the only field he was good at. He tentatively proposed many songs that he thought were too old, but the two in front of him just smiled and said nothing. One just shakes his head.
Leyin felt that he might have to worry about his hairline... Of course, it's more likely that he got cold first, so he didn't have to worry about it anymore.
Seeing that there was only one minute left in the time, Leyin's heart swayed, and he closed his eyes and made a final proposal: "Let's row our sculls, you must know this, right?"
Mo Xiaoyao felt relieved: "I will. Not only can I know this, but I can also mother ducks and take ducklings." Regarding why all the songs are children's songs, Mo Xiaoyao said that she couldn't explain it in one word. miserable experience.
This is also one of the reasons why she gave up halfway. Who is happy to hold a bass, but can only play ducks with ducklings
Leyin heard that Mo Xiaoyao said she would, so she quickly looked at the man, fearing that something might go wrong on his side: "Brother, do you know how? Also, my name is Leyin, her name is Mo Xiaoyao, what's your name?"
"Jiang Yan." The man frowned, with disgust on his face, "Is there really no other choice?"
Children's songs seemed to open a door for Mo Xiaoyao, and many songs that were dusty in his memory spewed out. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the reluctant Jiang Yan. Mo Xiaoyao said calmly: "Two tigers are fine, you Choose."
"Then let's take the oars." Jiang Yan made a decision immediately, he already regretted getting on this thief boat, and always felt that he would be pulled into an even weirder abyss by these two people.
If he had known this, he might as well have blown up with the earth.