Yang Fan was speechless.
The two sisters really looked alike. When they were quiet and silent, they were like two identical rare treasures. He had no way of telling which was which.
"Send me a photo as well." Yang Fan said, standing up again.
When he was about to leave, he received a notification sound of a WeChat message.
Open it and take a look.
It wasn't a notification sound for receiving a photo, but a notification for a money transfer.
Yang Fan looked at Liu Qianqian.
"I saw your circle of friends. You are looking for a new job recently, but you haven't found one yet, right? I'll treat you this time. If there is a next time and you find a job, you can treat me back." Liu Qianqian said without raising her head.
"Ding Dong!"
He had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and was quite considerate. Yang Fan readily took the money.
"You..." Liu Qianqian's kindness just now flew away: "You acted too quickly, didn't you? Can't you go back and order again in front of me?"
"I won't let you sisters suffer any loss. I'll give you a poem before you leave. It's definitely worth the price of this meal." Yang Fan smiled happily.
"Who likes or appreciates your poems?" Liu Qianqian's eyes widened. Does she think we sisters are little girls
Yang Fan didn't care whether Liu Qianqian wanted it or not, and recited: "**There is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. One glance from her can make the whole city fall in love with her, two..."
Yang Fan stopped talking.
Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian's hearts blossomed after listening to the first three sentences. They felt quite happy about the compliments and flattery.
But as I listened, there was no further news.
The two sisters were dumbfounded.
Especially Liu Yueyue, she is a very emotional girl and she just falls for this.
"What's the next sentence?"
Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian said in unison.
"I can't remember." Yang Fan shook his head and left. This meal was only worth the first three sentences.
"Leaving now?" Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian stared blankly at Yang Fan as he went downstairs. The poem was not finished yet.
After a while.
"There are many talented people on the Internet. Is it possible that this poem was written by netizens and he is using it to please us?" Liu Qianqian came back to her senses and picked up her mobile phone to search. She did not believe that this was a poem written by Yang Fan himself.
This search.
Not found.
“There is a beautiful woman in the mountain city” cannot be found, nor can “peerless and independent”, and even less can “one glance at the city is overwhelming”.
The sound is that sound, you should have heard it correctly. Even if you typed it wrong, you can still find it by searching.
Smart Search is no joke, it's powerful.
If you enter "I love Meilu", you can search out "I love beautiful women".
"Qianqian, what do you think the next sentence is?" Liu Yueyue asked. Although she looks delicate and gentle, her temper is more impatient than her usually hot-tempered sister.
"How could I know, one look at you can make a city fall, two looks at you can make the world collapse and the sky and the earth break apart?" Liu Qianqian felt like she was scratching an itch through a shoe, gritting her teeth in hatred. What kind of person is this, he just picks someone up and runs away.
"How can it be this fruit? It completely ruins the mood of the whole poem. Besides, the fruit is not neat and aligned." Liu Yueyue suddenly lost her appetite. The food in front of her was tasteless.
After sitting down, the two sisters each had their own concerns. Liu Yueyue was the first to speak up, "Qianqian, you send him a WeChat message, and make sure you get the last sentence."
"Oh." Liu Qianqian immediately sent a message to Yang Fan.
But after waiting for a long time, I didn't receive a reply.
"He's like this. He sends messages for a long time but doesn't respond. He never replies immediately." Liu Qianqian was so angry that she threw her phone on the table.
"Is it the same when you reply to his messages?" Liu Yueyue knew her sister very well and said a little unhappily.
"I... why am I so enthusiastic? What if he thinks I really want to be friends with him?" Liu Qianqian said.
After leaving the island, Yang Fan walked down a street and entered a piano store.
After a while, he came out carrying a guitar in a guitar case.
Yang Fan bought it before the blind date, but hasn’t picked it up yet.
Now that we have met and finished our meal, the shops and street lights on the street have started to light up, and it is time to pick up the goods and take them back.
After crossing the park, Yang Fan returned to the community where he lived.
At this time, Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian also left the island.
"Let's go see Aunt Thirteen." Liu Yueyue had already obtained Aunt Thirteen's phone number and address from her mother, and she also called Aunt Thirteen.
As soon as she hung up the phone, she couldn't wait to pull her sister to rush to Aunt Thirteen's house.
Liu Yueyue's impression of Thirteenth Aunt still remains from more than ten years ago, but even so, she is very eager to see Thirteenth Aunt again.
Especially when she heard that Thirteenth Aunt was raising the child alone, Liu Yueyue felt very distressed.
Aunt Thirteen lives not far from the island. Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian only drive there in seven minutes.
If it weren’t for the traffic lights, or if the mountain city wasn’t a 3D city, we would have arrived in three minutes.
The two sisters drove into the residential area where Thirteenth Aunt lived. After getting out of the car, they walked around the community, looking for the residential building where Thirteenth Aunt lived.
The layout of residential buildings in the old town of the mountain city is not neatly arranged, but rather a bit messy because of the uneven terrain.
Perhaps if you are a resident of a building above, when you go out, you will see the top floor of the building of the same number of floors right under your feet.
On the way, after asking some residents in the community, Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian followed the instructions and walked towards Aunt Thirteen's house.
In front of the slope, Liu Yueyue suddenly stopped and looked upwards.
"What are you doing?" Liu Qianqian, who was walking with her sister's arm around her, also stopped.
"Shh, don't make any noise!" Liu Yueyue hissed.
Then, the two sisters clearly heard the sound of a piano coming from the slope, followed by clear and clean singing.
"I'm rubbing your horse, but I can't bring you back even if I'm honest. I've fed the stable but haven't taken out the rice..."
Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian didn't understand what dialect it was, but they thought it sounded very nice, with a fresh flavor and seemingly a hint of sadness.
The singer is mourning the good old days.
After listening for a while, the sound of the piano disappeared and the singing also disappeared without a trace.
"Don't pull me." Liu Yueyue woke up in shock, shook off her sister's arm, and hurried up the slope.
The straight-line distance is not far, but it is like a river only a few meters wide lying in front of you. There is no bridge, so you can't cross it no matter what, you have to take a detour.
Liu Yueyue is a singer. She can sing countless songs and has heard countless songs, but she has never heard of the song just now.
There are probably a lot of excellent songs that have not been recorded by the public and are not known to the world.
Liu Yueyue was interested in this song and even more interested in the singer of the song.
The voice is so pure that one can't help but want to know the story behind it.
"Sister, wait for me." Seeing her sister leaving her behind, Liu Qianqian hurriedly took her long legs to catch up with her.
Girls who grew up in mountain cities have very good physical fitness and can climb mountains without even panting.
But after a quick rush, when Liu Yueyue arrived breathlessly in front of a smooth, long stone bar, there was no one around.
She felt lost for a moment.
There is no love at first sight in the world. Love at first sight is always related to appearance.
The so-called love at first sight is nothing more than meeting the person you have always wanted to meet.
In this vast sea of people, each person will meet approximately 20 million people in his or her lifetime. So, the probability of two people meeting each other is only 3 in 10 million.
Thinking that she would never encounter that voice again, Liu Yueyue felt even more depressed.
What clean music! Whether it is singing or piano, it is so clean that it makes people inexplicably sad.