Feng Xi didn't expect that Qin Wanyu would really come to the bar to find her, he just thought of him as a casual question during that meal.
So when Feng Xi walked over, he still felt a little unbelievable.
Qin Wanyu is a mysterious man, not as affectionate as Jiang Liu, not as persistent as Xie Dongyang, and not as dark-bellied as Wang Junxian.
Everything about him is just right, good-looking, rich, funny, humorous, easy-going, and good taste.
Therefore, Qin Wanyu's dressing is always at the forefront of the trend, even in this deep winter season.
He was still wearing a pair of thin slacks, a camel-colored cashmere coat, and a silver ring on his left index finger.
There was a faint scent of tobacco on his body, it was estimated that this was a man who could make countless women fall for him.
Including Xie Dongyao, who was dying or living, wanted to be with Qin Wanyu, but in the end, it failed.
The reason is very simple, Jiang Liu has known him for so many years, except for his girlfriend who died back then, he has never seen him fall in love with any woman.
"Are you really here?"
"Of course, I said I came to see you." Qin Wanyu smiled.
Feng Xi's expression was a little subtle, she sat casually across from Qin Wanyu, picked up a bottle of beer on the table, opened it readily, and finished it in one gulp.
"Smokers, drinks, has tattoos, sings, is a writer... tsk tsk... you really opened my eyes."
"Are you praising me or belittling me?" Feng Xi put the empty bottle on the table and glanced at him.
"Of course it's a compliment, how dare you belittle you, this is your home field."
"It's good to know." There was a faint smile on the corner of Feng Xi's mouth.
"The song Rose just now was sung well."
"Have you heard?"
"Well, I've heard the original singing, and there are not many folk singers, because this kind of music is a niche genre, it's hard to become popular in the streets and alleys."
"Nonsense, there was a talent show that year, and the champion was a folk singer. Do you think I didn't watch the news?" Feng Xi retorted.
"Really? Then I really don't know, I don't like watching variety shows very much."
"That's right, you guys from rich families are too busy getting drunk on girls."
"That's them, not me. I don't have such good physical strength. I'm an uncle and I have to keep healthy." Qin Wanyu is actually not yet thirty years old, but he always looks like a young man, perhaps because of his experience. There are many, so there is something and a sense of vicissitudes on the face.
"Are you going to sing again?"
"No, just one song, and I can sing whatever I feel like, I don't accept requests for songs." Feng Xi lowered his head.
"Niu, you just have personality, you are really a special person." Qin Wanyu gave a thumbs up.
"No, my voice is bad, I smoke too much, and my pharyngitis is severe. If I sing too much, I will be speechless."
Qin Wanyu was a little surprised, "Actually, it would be nice if you wrote more books, and there's no need to run so hard."
"You are wrong. Although I have no money, singing is not for money."
"That is… ."
"For fun, to pass the time." Feng Xi looked at the stage, the next singer had already come on stage, a rock boy, singing "You Are My Beloved Girl" by Wang Feng
A few young girls born in the 90s sang along and gave a standing ovation. Maybe they like this kind of rebellious and affectionate rock guy
"I thought you were going to say it, for the sake of your dreams." Qin Wanyu smiled lowly, flicking the cigarette ash in his hand, his slender fingers are very pretty.
Feng Xi turned around and opened a second bottle of beer.
"No, I don't have any dreams. Hua Sheng knows that I'm very superficial, and I don't make progress. I just want to eat, drink and play for the rest of my life, killing time, wasting time, and wasting time. It's good."
"Have you suffered any setbacks before when you give up on yourself so much?" Qin Wanyu thought that she was hurt by love.
Under normal circumstances, girls who are hurt by love will have such a profound awareness and insight into life.