Luo Wenqiang sat by the window and finished his coffee when he saw two familiar figures walking across the street.
Xie Yu walked in front, wearing a dark gray scarf around his neck, only showing half of his face.
The two held hands quite naturally, clasping their fingers together. When they got close, Xie Yu stopped and lowered his head to signal He Chao to let go.
"Is it enough?"
"… "
No. not enough.
He Zhao didn't even notice where he was going, his mind was full of this person beside him. Hearing this sentence, he saw the word "coffee house" in front of him, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice that this street is too fucked up. short.
in the coffee house.
Someone swiped the phone for a while and felt bored. He raised his head and wanted to look outside. He muttered, "Brother Chao, you said you haven't picked up the person yet..."
Luo Wenqiang shook his body, fearing that he saw something he shouldn't see, he hurriedly pressed the head of the classmate, forcibly broke the person back, and had nothing to say: "Fu Pei, you see that the weather is good today, the two of us. Let's talk about your ideals in life."
"Luo Wenqiang, you are sick!"
A total of ten people came to this party, and most of them had their own arrangements for the winter vacation, and many of them were not even in the city. After dinner, I planned to go to the nearby KTV to sing a song, and the group set up a box with the dream of "Singing God".
Xie Yu seldom went to such noisy places. As soon as he walked into the hall, he heard ghosts crying and wolf howling around. He didn't know which private box door was not closed tightly. The middle-aged man sang hoarsely in an old smokey voice.
This song city is moderately priced and the business is not bad.
The front desk clerk was typing the order on the computer, and couldn't help looking up at the group of students. They should be high school age. The girls simply wore ponytails and wore heavy down jackets, while the boys gathered in a group and made noises with each other.
He Chao grabbed Xie Yu's shoulders from behind, looking like he was holding him in his arms. He approached and asked, "Old Xie, will you have a song later?"
"Fuck."
"Sing."
He Chao didn't think much about it. He went through the recent popular song list in his mind, and then picked out a song that was popular in the streets and alleys that everyone should have heard: "Can you sing 'I Love You'? This song is very popular recently."
Xie Yu was in this posture, his head slightly tilted back, his lips brushed past his ear intentionally or unintentionally when he spoke, and he asked again, "What song?"
He Chao was about to repeat, but after realizing it, he thought that this person was definitely doing it on purpose. He lowered his head, just buried his face in Xie Yu's neck, and said in a low voice, "...Little boy, you are very skinny."
The singing skills of the third-class students were almost demonstrated on the bus on the last autumn tour, but the speakers were used at that time, and the impact was not comparable to the microphone. Luo Wenqiang excitedly ordered the song, and before he sang a few words, Xu Qingqing covered her ears and uttered a dirty word: "... My day."
Liu Cunhao just went over to order a song, and when he heard this, he comforted him, "Brother Qing, calm down."
Wanda: "We men need to be strong. This pain is nothing. Brother Qing, be strong."
Xu Qingqing threw a pillow with her backhand.
Xie Yu got up and took off his jacket, and put it on the side. Luo Wenqiang sang and looked at them. He almost wrote "Brother Chao, please praise me" on his face. He smiled and sat back, touching his elbows. The man next to him: "Don't blow it?"
"Don't blow, sing like a bird," He Chao said, "...you can't blow."
After He Zhao finished speaking, he leaned over and took a can of beer from the table, hooked his index finger to the pull tab, opened the can with one hand, and said, "People should be more sincere."
Luo Wenqiang closed his eyes, sang very intoxicated, started to sway with the rhythm, and then burst out a violent "wo~~~!"
Liu Cunhao sat on the side, forbearing again and again, but in the end he couldn't hold back: "Brothers, what songs did the Sports Committee order just now? I'll delete them."
On the top of the big screen in front of him, the words were scrolled, and the next song was written on it.
"The next skateboard shoes," Xie Yu had a headache, and wanted to turn around on the control panel on the wall and press mute, "His."
He Chao said, "You have to love it even if you die, so delete it and don't leave it for him."
Liu Cunhao made a gesture of no problem, and then sneaked over from Xu Qingqing with a cat on his waist.
The light in the box was dim, and the effect lights flickered on and off.
Someone was debugging other lighting effects. The lights in the box were dimmed for two seconds, then turned on again, and then the whole box was lit up with stars, reflected on the ceiling and walls, and kept spinning.
Xie Yu glanced at He Chao, the light just came over, hit He Chao's face, and then went dark again.
He Zhao raised his head and took a few sips of beer. He noticed the gaze of the person beside him, and turned his head to look at him.
Xie Yu was a little thirsty, and there was nothing to drink in the box except wine. These people completely forgot the lesson of being drunk last time, and when they got the chance, they ordered another dozen beers, so Xie Yu hooked his hand and motioned to him. hand over.
"… "
The man's hand was stretched out in front of him, slender and sharp, with a bit of chill on his fingertips. He Zhao looked at it for a while, but didn't hand over the beer can. The ghosts and gods sent the easy-to-retract ring that he had not had time to throw. He wraps his ring finger.
The icy pull ring was pushed up little by little, and finally it stuck at the bulging joint of Xie Yu.
Only then did He Zhao stuff the beer can into his hand.
Xie Yu was stunned for a while before withdrawing his hand: "What is this?"
He couldn't hear what He Zhao said, but he still guessed the three words based on his mouth shape: - Put a poke.
Luo Wenqiang has a large lung capacity, and the voice comes out through the microphone, which is several degrees higher than the soundtrack, and goes straight to the eardrum. It wasn't until Xie Yu drank the remaining half of the can that he felt a little hot in the box.
"Where's my song?" Luo Wenqiang finished singing and was quietly waiting for the prelude to his skateboard shoes to play, but after waiting for a long time, he only waited for the song "I love you", and asked with a puzzled face, "Who ordered this? Song, cut the line?"
He Chao got up and took another microphone from the side: "My, my, I'm sorry."
This kind of small accident could not stop Luo Wenqiang from playing. After hanging his throat, he felt that the whole person was in very good condition and could sing for three hours without interruption. The whole person was a little erratic, so erratic that he forgot to think, he patted his chest and said, "I can do this too, Brother Chao, let's sing a love song duet!"
He Chao just wanted to say 'who the hell wants to come with you'.
Luo Wenqiang patted his chest, the microphone in his hand was taken away unprepared, and his palm was empty.
Although rap K was voted by everyone, no one expected to hear Xie Yu sing. According to this man's personality, being able to sit on the side and accept their abuse was the limit.
Xu Qingqing was unpacking the snacks, pinched it and pulled it away. When she saw Xie Yu grabbing the microphone, she couldn't control her strength, and the potato chips almost spilled on the ground.
Xie Yuren had already passed Liu Cunhao and walked to the screen, and the voice came out through the microphone: "Which part do you sing?"
The tune is the same, just the lyrics are different.
He Chao said, "Everything is fine."
He Chao's voice just fell, and the others around him began to "Oh-" one after another.
The whole box became lively in an instant.
Originally, they were just making fun of it until Xie Yu sang the first sentence.
His voice is cold, and singing such gentle and warm love songs does not seem abrupt.
After the first few lines were sung, when it was He Chao's turn, he held the microphone and almost missed the soundtrack, missing two beats in the rhythm.
…
Xu Qingqing patted Xu Jing: "Brother Yu is a little gentle...Is it my illusion?"
Xu Jing looked at them, the ending part was a chorus, and the voices of the two overlapped. It was too dark in the private room, and only the tall and thin figure could be vaguely seen.
After one song was sung, no matter how they shouted "one more song", the two parties did not respond.
"You guys sing," He Chao said, "whose song will be next?"
The next song was ordered by Liu Cunhao. Luo Wenqiang wanted to sing with him. Liu Cunhao hurriedly grabbed the microphone: "Hold him down, Luo Wenqiang, as long as you don't sing with me, we will still be good brothers."
Luo Wenqiang was pressed to the side from left to right, and shouted sadly: "...Are you going too far?"
He Zhao sat for a while, and couldn't sit still. He touched Xie Yu's hand and was about to ask him if he was going out, when he noticed that the phone vibrated a few times.
It was too noisy in the box, and the ringtone could not be heard at all. When He Chao reacted, the ringing had stopped, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.
Missed call.
He Zhao glanced at the string of numbers, but he didn't have any impression. He was about to throw the phone aside, but the phone vibrated twice, and then a text message popped up.
- Brother Chao, I am Xiaolei.
He Zhaoqi opened the box door and walked out while dialing the phone beside him.
After walking for a while, I heard a few "beeps" on the other end of the phone. He leaned back, against the wall. He stared down at the brick red carpet on the ground.
The phone went through quickly.
Er Lei was still a little silly when he spoke. He was quite noisy, and there was also the sound of the high-speed train ticket check: "Brother Chao. Are you still in City A, it's been a long time, I just arrived today, I'm back to do something... Yes Are you free recently, Juju?"
He Zhao unconsciously touched his pocket, and then he remembered that he quit smoking, and now he doesn't even bring candy.
Although He Chao was talking, he replied a few words, but his mind was not clear, and he didn't know what he said when he said it. It seems that he asked Er Lei how he was doing recently and what he was doing. Er Lei said that he had been doing a small business with his cousin in the past two years, and this time he came to City A on a business trip.
Er Lei dragged his suitcase to the elevator. He looked up at several entrances and exits, and found that this place in City A had become a bit unfamiliar: "I'll be staying for about half a month this time, Brother Jun..."
Before he could speak, he was interrupted by He Chao.
"sorry."
He Chao repeated it again: "... I'm sorry."
The author has something to say: I'm really sorry, I didn't know about the book review area until I read the private letter the day before yesterday. I made a promise before because I thought it was almost finished. The chapter was written from 4:00 p.m. to early morning, and then the lights went out and the electricity went out. But I felt that there was a problem with the rhythm and finally decided to delete it all. I rewritten it the next day, and the double update was just... I didn't expect these things to happen. It's my problem. If I can't do it, I shouldn't make any promises. If it's wrong, it's wrong. I'm sorry. .
The state has not been very good recently. The control ability in the later stage of the article is not enough, coupled with the long serialization, the later stage is weak, and I am tired of my own aesthetics, and I feel that the writing is not good. In fact, it has not been smooth since the opening of the pit. I have encountered many problems. Several times I felt that I could not do it, and I took a rest and recovered. Now it is a bit difficult to recover in the later stage, or my ability is not enough. But I've tried my best, whether it's update or quality, and that's all I can do so far. Without Kavin, it takes six hours to write each chapter (obviously it’s not that good, it’s very helpless), with Kavin, it takes about ten hours for a chapter, and most of them force myself to finish writing or delete them all... I don’t dare to promise the update time easily. Although I say don’t wait, I’m still afraid that everyone will wait for me. Because of the status problem, even if it is estimated that it will be finished in about an hour, I can’t guarantee that it will be finished =. = I'm sorry to the friends who are chasing the serialization, I know your mood for chasing articles and other updates. I didn’t know how to say it, and I didn’t really want to explain it. It’s too negative. It’s my own problem. For example, ORZ, who has not yet solved the problem of writing articles, is still groping slowly on the road of writing articles.
After thinking about it for a long time, I don’t know how to guarantee a fixed time in this state, so let’s try our best to improve it. I will try my best to write it. Thank you everyone. I'm sorry for the trouble caused by this matter, obviously you are just here to read a text happily.