Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
[Xu Zhinan: Now?]
Xu Zhinan pursed her lips and said nothing more, and the room became quiet again.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, and a lonely moon appeared behind the thick clouds.
The little girl lowered her head to look at her mobile phone. The light from the phone screen shone on her straight nose, revealing a faint pink and blue tint, and then her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
The summer rain falls fast and hard without any warning. Xu Zhinan was so anxious that he forgot his umbrella in the store.
He picked up a pastel-colored backpack next to the wooden table, put a book and a cup of water in it, then locked the door again and went out, heading towards the bar again.
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
"Brother Qingye, what do you plan to do after graduation?" she asked while sitting on the edge of the bed.
Instead of going back to Lin Qingye's apartment, he went back to his studio, which was not far from the bar and could be reached through an alley.
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
Lin Qingye finished writing the last few words. The lyrics were written on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. The handwriting was sloppy but beautiful.
He bit the half-burned cigarette between his teeth, pinched her shoulders and pulled her over, put his coat on her, lowered his eyes, and zipped it up to the top.
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
I know he was just joking.
Lin Qingye pulled her all the way to the studio door before stopping. He took out the key to open the door, pushed her into the room, then raised his hand and pressed the light switch above her head.
The young man had stern features, a thin and smooth jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, and was used to being straightforward. He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
"nothing."
Xu Zhinan's tattoo shop was not far from the bar, about ten meters away. She ran back to the tattoo shop, unlocked the door and entered the shop, then took out her cell phone again to send a message to Lin Qingye.
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
"Just wear mine. You can wear all my clothes as skirts."
"nothing."
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
She struggled and whimpered a few times.
Her heart was pounding like thunder and she kept her eyes closed, like an ostrich burying its head in the desert, as if the Buddhist scripture on the bedside table didn't exist.
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
On one side of the wooden shelf are all kinds of albums and records, both domestic and foreign, new and old.
"Run?" he asked.
Xu Zhinan didn't know what kind of poison had infected him.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
Zhao Qian frowned and disagreed: "It's so late."
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but when you look at it, you will find that the Buddhist scripture is still open.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
Lin Qingye leaned on the edge of the table and looked at her for a while, then said, "Ah Nan."
The hair that had been smoothed just now was messed up again, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead. She raised her hand to hold down her hair and tilted her head back to look into Lin Qingye's eyes.
She had nothing to do, so she took out a book from her bag.
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingye asked without turning his head.
Xu Zhinan made up an excuse: "My customer this morning was not satisfied with the tattoo design. I need to redraw it. The drawing board is still in the store."
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
"Run?" he asked.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, and a lonely moon appeared behind the thick clouds.
He folded the paper several times, turning it into an airplane, which flew into the pen holder.
"I just suddenly remembered a sentence I saw before. It would be a pity not to use cupping on such a beautiful back."
"Little nun, open your eyes."
He was wearing a hat and his body was soaked, but his face was fine.
"Don't you really need me to go with you?"
Lin Qingye had also entered the bedroom, took off his wet short-sleeved shirt, and sat at the table with his back to her, a cigarette in his mouth, a pen between his fingers, writing a few words from time to time.
I know he was just joking.
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
It took a while before they separated. Lin Qingye licked his lips and straightened his back.
"Ah..." Xu Zhinan looked at the raindrops falling in strings from the eaves with a little sadness.
Xu Zhinan was stunned. It was raining so heavily. He would probably get soaked if he ran back.
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
"Okay." Zhao Qian said goodbye to her, "Come back early and be safe."
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
Xu Zhinan's tattoo shop was not far from the bar, about ten meters away. She ran back to the tattoo shop, unlocked the door and entered the shop, then took out her cell phone again to send a message to Lin Qingye.
"Just wear mine. You can wear all my clothes as skirts."
Watching Lin Qingye pull off his mask, revealing a cold white wrist with clear blue veins on it, he then took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his cheeks slightly sunken, and the cigarette butt glowed scarlet.
There is a line of small words below -
He lifted the clothes on the coffee table, picked up the air conditioner remote control, turned it on, and glanced at Xu Zhinan: "Go take a shower first."
This means that she is short. Although Xu Zhinan is not tall, she is not short either.
It rained in early June and there were some small puddles on the ground.
The little girl lowered her head to look at her mobile phone. The light from the phone screen shone on her straight nose, revealing a faint pink and blue tint, and then her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
[Xu Zhinan: Aren’t you still in the bar?]
Lin Qingye pulled her all the way to the studio door before stopping. He took out the key to open the door, pushed her into the room, then raised his hand and pressed the light switch above her head.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
Xu Zhinan's tattoo shop was not far from the bar, about ten meters away. She ran back to the tattoo shop, unlocked the door and entered the shop, then took out her cell phone again to send a message to Lin Qingye.
It was still raining outside.
He bit the half-burned cigarette between his teeth, pinched her shoulders and pulled her over, put his coat on her, lowered his eyes, and zipped it up to the top.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
I know he was just joking.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
Lin Qingye looked at her for a moment and took off his coat.
Xu Zhinan's heart was palpitating.
[Xu Zhinan: Now?]
He picked up a pastel-colored backpack next to the wooden table, put a book and a cup of water in it, then locked the door again and went out, heading towards the bar again.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
"Little nun, open your eyes."
She had nothing to do, so she took out a book from her bag.
[Kiyono: Yeah.]
Xu Zhinan paused and asked, "What do you want to get a tattoo of?"
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
Then he raised the hand holding the cigarette, motioning her to come over.
They never dared to tell anyone else about their relationship.
Xu Zhinan was caught off guard and let out a light cry. She had to move her legs farther to barely keep up with his pace.
[Xu Zhinan: Aren’t you still in the bar?]
Lin Qingye pulled her all the way to the studio door before stopping. He took out the key to open the door, pushed her into the room, then raised his hand and pressed the light switch above her head.
Xu Zhinan let out a low cry and was pressed down, enveloped by the heat from his body.
The summer rain falls fast and hard without any warning. Xu Zhinan was so anxious that he forgot his umbrella in the store.
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
"I won't let others take advantage of me." He smiled indifferently and said casually, "Next time I'll lend you this 'beautiful back' to practice tattooing."
It was still raining outside.
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
He smirked: "Let's get down to business."
He lifted the clothes on the coffee table, picked up the air conditioner remote control, turned it on, and glanced at Xu Zhinan: "Go take a shower first."
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
Zhao Qian frowned and disagreed: "It's so late."
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
He bit the half-burned cigarette between his teeth, pinched her shoulders and pulled her over, put his coat on her, lowered his eyes, and zipped it up to the top.
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
After a moment, Lin Qingye stopped moving, and the light that was originally burning above her head went out. Then, the young man whispered in her ear with his pleasant voice.
This is a book of Buddhist scriptures, I don’t know which edition it is, there are some illustrations of Buddha statues on it, and there are a few small lines of text under the pictures.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
He picked up a pastel-colored backpack next to the wooden table, put a book and a cup of water in it, then locked the door again and went out, heading towards the bar again.
Sometimes when Lin Qingye drank too much in the bar or wanted to write a song, he would just take a nap here.
"Little nun, open your eyes."
"Brother Qingye." She asked softly, "Did you pay for the wine just now?"
It was still raining outside.
From a distance, she saw Lin Qingye standing at the side door of the bar, with a tall and straight figure.
On one side of the wooden shelf are all kinds of albums and records, both domestic and foreign, new and old.
But after a certain coincidence, she and Lin Qingye were connected by a thread.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, and a lonely moon appeared behind the thick clouds.
It was still raining outside.
Lin Qingye leaned on the edge of the table and looked at her for a while, then said, "Ah Nan."
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
After a moment, Lin Qingye stopped moving, and the light that was originally burning above her head went out. Then, the young man whispered in her ear with his pleasant voice.
He laughed, his voice filled with smoke: "No."
Lin Qingye closed the book and threw it to the corner of the bed, with the golden spine still facing her.
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
Xu Zhinan paused and asked, "What do you want to get a tattoo of?"
Xu Zhinan was silent, raised her hand to smooth her hair that was messed up by the wind, and slowed down her pace.
"lyrics."
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
But after a certain coincidence, she and Lin Qingye were connected by a thread.
The little girl lowered her head to look at her mobile phone. The light from the phone screen shone on her straight nose, revealing a faint pink and blue tint, and then her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
Watching Lin Qingye pull off his mask, revealing a cold white wrist with clear blue veins on it, he then took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his cheeks slightly sunken, and the cigarette butt glowed scarlet.
Obviously, they are not from the same world.
"Run?" he asked.
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sweeping over her body from top to bottom: "Why are you still wearing this."
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
Xu Zhinan remembered what Zhao Qian had told her in the afternoon—Lin Qingye’s band was going to disband, and he was about to graduate from his senior year, and heard that he was considering entering the entertainment industry.
Xu Zhinan's tattoo shop was not far from the bar, about ten meters away. She ran back to the tattoo shop, unlocked the door and entered the shop, then took out her cell phone again to send a message to Lin Qingye.
Obviously, they are not from the same world.
"Whatever." He didn't think about it seriously, and continued to write lyrics. He said casually, "I'll tattoo your name."
"You don't have any of my clothes."
"I just suddenly remembered a sentence I saw before. It would be a pity not to use cupping on such a beautiful back."
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
"nothing."
Then he raised the hand holding the cigarette, motioning her to come over.
"Just wear mine. You can wear all my clothes as skirts."
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
“… I just can’t do it.”
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
It took a while before they separated. Lin Qingye licked his lips and straightened his back.
He smirked: "Let's get down to business."
She had nothing to do, so she took out a book from her bag.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
She stepped into too many puddles when she was running here just now, and there were several mud stains on her calves.
The hair that had been smoothed just now was messed up again, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead. She raised her hand to hold down her hair and tilted her head back to look into Lin Qingye's eyes.
Xu Zhinan didn't know what kind of poison had infected him.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
"Guan Chi is getting married soon, and he will probably inherit the family business. Tonight might be our band's last show." He said nonchalantly.
"lyrics."
"Brother Qingye." She asked softly, "Did you pay for the wine just now?"
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sweeping over her body from top to bottom: "Why are you still wearing this."
[Kiyono: Yeah.]
The accumulated water splashed up and hit Xu Zhinan's exposed calves, feeling a little cold.
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
The electric light on the ceiling was shining brightly.
"Yeah." He flicked the ash off his cigarette, nonchalantly, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?"
"Little nun, open your eyes."
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
Xu Zhinan let out a low cry and was pressed down, enveloped by the heat from his body.
"Ah..." Xu Zhinan looked at the raindrops falling in strings from the eaves with a little sadness.
But even so, he still gained a group of fans.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
"I decided to come here with my friends on the spur of the moment."
Lin Qingye leaned on the edge of the table and looked at her for a while, then said, "Ah Nan."
They never dared to tell anyone else about their relationship.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
The summer rain falls fast and hard without any warning. Xu Zhinan was so anxious that he forgot his umbrella in the store.
The young man had stern features, a thin and smooth jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, and was used to being straightforward. He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
"Then you are not professional enough." He teased.
"I decided to come here with my friends on the spur of the moment."
"Little nun, open your eyes."
Sometimes when Lin Qingye drank too much in the bar or wanted to write a song, he would just take a nap here.
"Do you have an umbrella?" she asked.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
The hair that had been smoothed just now was messed up again, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead. She raised her hand to hold down her hair and tilted her head back to look into Lin Qingye's eyes.
The hair that had been smoothed just now was messed up again, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead. She raised her hand to hold down her hair and tilted her head back to look into Lin Qingye's eyes.
From what I hear, he really wants to enter the entertainment industry...
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
She has a strange relationship with Lin Qingye.
He laughed, his voice filled with smoke: "No."
"Brother Qingye, what do you plan to do after graduation?" she asked while sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingye asked without turning his head.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
"Ah..." Xu Zhinan looked at the raindrops falling in strings from the eaves with a little sadness.
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
But most people looked shorter than Lin Qingye's 188cm height. She pouted calmly, "How can it be so exaggerated?"
Xu Zhinan remembered what Zhao Qian had told her in the afternoon—Lin Qingye’s band was going to disband, and he was about to graduate from his senior year, and heard that he was considering entering the entertainment industry.
"Run?" he asked.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
Lin Qingye is completely opposite to her. He formed a band at the age of 16 and won an award at the age of 18. When he was at the peak of his career, he rejected all invitations and continued to sing in bars without any constraints. Groups of beautiful girls liked him. He always lived under the spotlight, being flamboyant, willful, arrogant and naughty.
Xu Zhinan was stunned. It was raining so heavily. He would probably get soaked if he ran back.
But even so, he still gained a group of fans.
There is a world of difference.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but when you look at it, you will find that the Buddhist scripture is still open.
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
Xu Zhinan made up an excuse: "My customer this morning was not satisfied with the tattoo design. I need to redraw it. The drawing board is still in the store."
Xu Zhinan didn't know what kind of poison had infected him.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
Xu Zhinan walked to his side and asked: "What are you writing?"
Lin Qingye finished writing the last few words. The lyrics were written on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. The handwriting was sloppy but beautiful.
Lin Qingye looked at her for a moment and took off his coat.
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
Lin Qingye is completely opposite to her. He formed a band at the age of 16 and won an award at the age of 18. When he was at the peak of his career, he rejected all invitations and continued to sing in bars without any constraints. Groups of beautiful girls liked him. He always lived under the spotlight, being flamboyant, willful, arrogant and naughty.
Sometimes when Lin Qingye drank too much in the bar or wanted to write a song, he would just take a nap here.
Lin Qingye pulled her all the way to the studio door before stopping. He took out the key to open the door, pushed her into the room, then raised his hand and pressed the light switch above her head.
He bit the half-burned cigarette between his teeth, pinched her shoulders and pulled her over, put his coat on her, lowered his eyes, and zipped it up to the top.
Guan Chi is the drummer of the Acacia band, and Xu Zhinan knows him.
The young man had stern features, a thin and smooth jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, and was used to being straightforward. He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
The electric light on the ceiling was shining brightly.
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
Then he simply grabbed Xu Zhinan's wrist and ran into the rain.
"Then you are not professional enough." He teased.
Her heart was pounding like thunder and she kept her eyes closed, like an ostrich burying its head in the desert, as if the Buddhist scripture on the bedside table didn't exist.
She was startled and raised her head: "What's wrong?"
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
The young man had stern features, a thin and smooth jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, and was used to being straightforward. He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
Xu Zhinan was caught off guard and let out a light cry. She had to move her legs farther to barely keep up with his pace.
He smirked: "Let's get down to business."
She had nothing to do, so she took out a book from her bag.
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
Instead of going back to Lin Qingye's apartment, he went back to his studio, which was not far from the bar and could be reached through an alley.
Xu Zhinan remembered what Zhao Qian had told her in the afternoon—Lin Qingye’s band was going to disband, and he was about to graduate from his senior year, and heard that he was considering entering the entertainment industry.
Xu Zhinan's tattoo shop was not far from the bar, about ten meters away. She ran back to the tattoo shop, unlocked the door and entered the shop, then took out her cell phone again to send a message to Lin Qingye.
His bathroom is very clean, unlike the messy living room outside.
"nothing."
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
This means that she is short. Although Xu Zhinan is not tall, she is not short either.
She had nothing to do, so she took out a book from her bag.
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
Guan Chi is the drummer of the Acacia band, and Xu Zhinan knows him.
The accumulated water splashed up and hit Xu Zhinan's exposed calves, feeling a little cold.
As soon as she took the first step, she froze and blinked slowly.
Lin Qingye finished writing the last few words. The lyrics were written on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. The handwriting was sloppy but beautiful.
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
The hair that had been smoothed just now was messed up again, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead. She raised her hand to hold down her hair and tilted her head back to look into Lin Qingye's eyes.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
"Brother Qingye." She asked softly, "Did you pay for the wine just now?"
The wind whistled through the alley, but Xu Zhinan didn't feel cold because he was wearing his coat which reached mid-thigh.
Lin Qingye closed the book and threw it to the corner of the bed, with the golden spine still facing her.
The little girl lowered her head to look at her mobile phone. The light from the phone screen shone on her straight nose, revealing a faint pink and blue tint, and then her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
But after a certain coincidence, she and Lin Qingye were connected by a thread.
Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
Lin Qingye pulled her all the way to the studio door before stopping. He took out the key to open the door, pushed her into the room, then raised his hand and pressed the light switch above her head.
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
Xu Zhinan had been to this studio several times before. It was decorated in a band style, with dark wallpaper as the main color, clothes and pillows scattered around the sofa, and electronic keyboards, drum sets and other items available.
Xu Zhinan was completely the opposite. After taking off her coat, her skirt wasn't wet, but her hair was all wet. Her black hair stuck to her fair neck in clumps, creating an obvious conflict of colors.
Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
He was wearing a hat and his body was soaked, but his face was fine.
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
She knew that she shouldn't indulge herself, but at the same time she was inevitably attracted to Lin Qingye.
Xu Zhinan was completely the opposite. After taking off her coat, her skirt wasn't wet, but her hair was all wet. Her black hair stuck to her fair neck in clumps, creating an obvious conflict of colors.
"I just suddenly remembered a sentence I saw before. It would be a pity not to use cupping on such a beautiful back."
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
Xu Zhinan closed his eyes tightly and let Lin Qingye dominate him. He felt that he was being attacked from both sides, which was both immoral and taboo.
He picked up a pastel-colored backpack next to the wooden table, put a book and a cup of water in it, then locked the door again and went out, heading towards the bar again.
Xu Zhinan leaned against the door panel and exhaled lightly. His cell phone vibrated with a message from Zhao Qian.
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
"I decided to come here with my friends on the spur of the moment."
Not tight, but hard to describe.
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
She suddenly laughed.
Then he raised the hand holding the cigarette, motioning her to come over.
Xu Zhinan had been to this studio several times before. It was decorated in a band style, with dark wallpaper as the main color, clothes and pillows scattered around the sofa, and electronic keyboards, drum sets and other items available.
Guanyin Bodhisattva obviously doesn’t look like this.
[Xu Zhinan: Aren’t you still in the bar?]
On one side of the wooden shelf are all kinds of albums and records, both domestic and foreign, new and old.
But these three words sounded soft and lacked any deterrent power when they came out of her mouth. Instead, they sounded like she was just acting coquettishly.
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
He picked up a pastel-colored backpack next to the wooden table, put a book and a cup of water in it, then locked the door again and went out, heading towards the bar again.
Sometimes when Lin Qingye drank too much in the bar or wanted to write a song, he would just take a nap here.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but when you look at it, you will find that the Buddhist scripture is still open.
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Zhinan paused and asked, "What do you want to get a tattoo of?"
He lifted the clothes on the coffee table, picked up the air conditioner remote control, turned it on, and glanced at Xu Zhinan: "Go take a shower first."
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
"I just suddenly remembered a sentence I saw before. It would be a pity not to use cupping on such a beautiful back."
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
But most people looked shorter than Lin Qingye's 188cm height. She pouted calmly, "How can it be so exaggerated?"
Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
His bathroom is very clean, unlike the messy living room outside.
"I decided to come here with my friends on the spur of the moment."
Xu Zhinan was stunned. It was raining so heavily. He would probably get soaked if he ran back.
Before she could react to these words, Lin Qingye took a step forward, bent his knees on the bed, picked up the Buddhist scripture in her hand, threw it aside, and flipped the pages a few times.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
Xu Zhinan's heart sank a little. She raised her arms tremblingly and wrapped them around his neck. She intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck and tentatively took the initiative to kiss him.
Xu Zhinan remembered what Zhao Qian had told her in the afternoon—Lin Qingye’s band was going to disband, and he was about to graduate from his senior year, and heard that he was considering entering the entertainment industry.
Xu Zhinan leaned against the door panel and exhaled lightly. His cell phone vibrated with a message from Zhao Qian.
From a distance, she saw Lin Qingye standing at the side door of the bar, with a tall and straight figure.
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
Xu Zhinan's heart sank a little. She raised her arms tremblingly and wrapped them around his neck. She intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck and tentatively took the initiative to kiss him.
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
After a moment, Lin Qingye stopped moving, and the light that was originally burning above her head went out. Then, the young man whispered in her ear with his pleasant voice.
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
But most people looked shorter than Lin Qingye's 188cm height. She pouted calmly, "How can it be so exaggerated?"
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
Xu Zhinan's heart sank a little. She raised her arms tremblingly and wrapped them around his neck. She intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck and tentatively took the initiative to kiss him.
"Don't you really need me to go with you?"
They never dared to tell anyone else about their relationship.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
Then he simply grabbed Xu Zhinan's wrist and ran into the rain.
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingye asked without turning his head.
[Xu Zhinan: I'll be here for a while. If you're sleepy, turn off the lights first.]
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
“… I just can’t do it.”
Guanyin Bodhisattva obviously doesn’t look like this.
She stepped into too many puddles when she was running here just now, and there were several mud stains on her calves.
[Kiyono: Yeah.]
Lin Qingye finished writing the last few words. The lyrics were written on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. The handwriting was sloppy but beautiful.
He folded the paper several times, turning it into an airplane, which flew into the pen holder.
After taking a shower, Xu Zhinan put on the original skirt again, dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom.
"lyrics."
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
Xu Zhinan was silent, raised her hand to smooth her hair that was messed up by the wind, and slowed down her pace.
After taking a shower, Xu Zhinan put on the original skirt again, dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom.
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
Xu Zhinan was completely the opposite. After taking off her coat, her skirt wasn't wet, but her hair was all wet. Her black hair stuck to her fair neck in clumps, creating an obvious conflict of colors.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
As soon as she took the first step, she froze and blinked slowly.
The hair that had been smoothed just now was messed up again, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead. She raised her hand to hold down her hair and tilted her head back to look into Lin Qingye's eyes.
Lin Qingye is completely opposite to her. He formed a band at the age of 16 and won an award at the age of 18. When he was at the peak of his career, he rejected all invitations and continued to sing in bars without any constraints. Groups of beautiful girls liked him. He always lived under the spotlight, being flamboyant, willful, arrogant and naughty.
From a distance, she saw Lin Qingye standing at the side door of the bar, with a tall and straight figure.
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
Xu Zhinan was completely the opposite. After taking off her coat, her skirt wasn't wet, but her hair was all wet. Her black hair stuck to her fair neck in clumps, creating an obvious conflict of colors.
Lin Qingye had also entered the bedroom, took off his wet short-sleeved shirt, and sat at the table with his back to her, a cigarette in his mouth, a pen between his fingers, writing a few words from time to time.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
But even so, he still gained a group of fans.
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sweeping over her body from top to bottom: "Why are you still wearing this."
I know he was just joking.
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
"You don't have any of my clothes."
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
"Just wear mine. You can wear all my clothes as skirts."
The Buddha statue faced her, with a faint Zen smile, and it looked into her heart.
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
The accumulated water splashed up and hit Xu Zhinan's exposed calves, feeling a little cold.
It was still raining outside.
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
"What about the band?"
It took a while before they separated. Lin Qingye licked his lips and straightened his back.
This means that she is short. Although Xu Zhinan is not tall, she is not short either.
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
[Xu Zhinan: Now?]
"Whatever." He didn't think about it seriously, and continued to write lyrics. He said casually, "I'll tattoo your name."
[Xu Zhinan: Aren’t you still in the bar?]
"Brother Qingye, what do you plan to do after graduation?" she asked while sitting on the edge of the bed.
Xu Zhinan paused and asked, "What do you want to get a tattoo of?"
But most people looked shorter than Lin Qingye's 188cm height. She pouted calmly, "How can it be so exaggerated?"
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
Xu Zhinan paused and asked, "What do you want to get a tattoo of?"
Xu Zhinan made up an excuse: "My customer this morning was not satisfied with the tattoo design. I need to redraw it. The drawing board is still in the store."
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, aging, sickness, death, meeting with those we hate, separation from those we love, failure to obtain what we desire, and the burning flames of the five elements.
They never dared to tell anyone else about their relationship.
But these three words sounded soft and lacked any deterrent power when they came out of her mouth. Instead, they sounded like she was just acting coquettishly.
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
The summer rain falls fast and hard without any warning. Xu Zhinan was so anxious that he forgot his umbrella in the store.
Watching Lin Qingye pull off his mask, revealing a cold white wrist with clear blue veins on it, he then took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his cheeks slightly sunken, and the cigarette butt glowed scarlet.
"You don't have any of my clothes."
Xu Zhinan walked to his side and asked: "What are you writing?"
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
She stepped into too many puddles when she was running here just now, and there were several mud stains on her calves.
"Okay." Zhao Qian said goodbye to her, "Come back early and be safe."
There is a world of difference.
She has a strange relationship with Lin Qingye.
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
[Xu Zhinan: Aren’t you still in the bar?]
"lyrics."
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
Lin Qingye pulled her all the way to the studio door before stopping. He took out the key to open the door, pushed her into the room, then raised his hand and pressed the light switch above her head.
But after a certain coincidence, she and Lin Qingye were connected by a thread.
"Yeah." He flicked the ash off his cigarette, nonchalantly, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?"
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
The electric light on the ceiling was shining brightly.
Xu Zhinan let out a low cry and was pressed down, enveloped by the heat from his body.
Xu Zhinan was silent, raised her hand to smooth her hair that was messed up by the wind, and slowed down her pace.
Xu Zhinan remembered what Zhao Qian had told her in the afternoon—Lin Qingye’s band was going to disband, and he was about to graduate from his senior year, and heard that he was considering entering the entertainment industry.
"Guan Chi is getting married soon, and he will probably inherit the family business. Tonight might be our band's last show." He said nonchalantly.
Lin Qingye leaned on the edge of the table and looked at her for a while, then said, "Ah Nan."
"Brother Qingye, what do you plan to do after graduation?" she asked while sitting on the edge of the bed.
He laughed, his voice filled with smoke: "No."
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
It was still raining outside.
"I don't know." Lin Qingye was used to being lazy, but he had the ability to attract people with his every move. "Recently, a program producer came to me and we are still in talks."
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
She knew that she shouldn't indulge herself, but at the same time she was inevitably attracted to Lin Qingye.
This means that she is short. Although Xu Zhinan is not tall, she is not short either.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
"What about the band?"
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but when you look at it, you will find that the Buddhist scripture is still open.
Xu Zhinan made up an excuse: "My customer this morning was not satisfied with the tattoo design. I need to redraw it. The drawing board is still in the store."
The little girl lowered her head to look at her mobile phone. The light from the phone screen shone on her straight nose, revealing a faint pink and blue tint, and then her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
[Xu Zhinan: Aren’t you still in the bar?]
"Guan Chi is getting married soon, and he will probably inherit the family business. Tonight might be our band's last show." He said nonchalantly.
“… I just can’t do it.”
It took a while before they separated. Lin Qingye licked his lips and straightened his back.
The Buddha statue faced her, with a faint Zen smile, and it looked into her heart.
Guan Chi is the drummer of the Acacia band, and Xu Zhinan knows him.
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingye asked without turning his head.
"What about the band?"
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingye asked without turning his head.
[Xu Zhinan: Aren’t you still in the bar?]
Lin Qingye pulled her all the way to the studio door before stopping. He took out the key to open the door, pushed her into the room, then raised his hand and pressed the light switch above her head.
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
She said "Oh" and didn't know what to say.
Xu Zhinan let out a low cry and was pressed down, enveloped by the heat from his body.
His bathroom is very clean, unlike the messy living room outside.
From what I hear, he really wants to enter the entertainment industry...
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sweeping over her body from top to bottom: "Why are you still wearing this."
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
Xu Zhinan remembered what Zhao Qian had told her in the afternoon—Lin Qingye’s band was going to disband, and he was about to graduate from his senior year, and heard that he was considering entering the entertainment industry.
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
"I won't let others take advantage of me." He smiled indifferently and said casually, "Next time I'll lend you this 'beautiful back' to practice tattooing."
As soon as she took the first step, she froze and blinked slowly.
"You don't have any of my clothes."
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
The wind whistled through the alley, but Xu Zhinan didn't feel cold because he was wearing his coat which reached mid-thigh.
But even so, he still gained a group of fans.
But even so, he still gained a group of fans.
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
"I don't know." Lin Qingye was used to being lazy, but he had the ability to attract people with his every move. "Recently, a program producer came to me and we are still in talks."
She suddenly laughed.
Xu Zhinan leaned against the door panel and exhaled lightly. His cell phone vibrated with a message from Zhao Qian.
She knew that she shouldn't indulge herself, but at the same time she was inevitably attracted to Lin Qingye.
Obviously, they are not from the same world.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
Xu Zhinan's heart was palpitating.
As soon as she took the first step, she froze and blinked slowly.
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
Xu Zhinan walked to his side and asked: "What are you writing?"
He folded the paper several times, turning it into an airplane, which flew into the pen holder.
She was startled and raised her head: "What's wrong?"
Xu Zhinan was silent, raised her hand to smooth her hair that was messed up by the wind, and slowed down her pace.
"Don't you really need me to go with you?"
She suddenly laughed.
I know he was just joking.
[Xu Zhinan: I'll be here for a while. If you're sleepy, turn off the lights first.]
He bit the half-burned cigarette between his teeth, pinched her shoulders and pulled her over, put his coat on her, lowered his eyes, and zipped it up to the top.
Xu Zhinan let out a low cry and was pressed down, enveloped by the heat from his body.
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sweeping over her body from top to bottom: "Why are you still wearing this."
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingye asked without turning his head.
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
"Just wear mine. You can wear all my clothes as skirts."
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
"I just suddenly remembered a sentence I saw before. It would be a pity not to use cupping on such a beautiful back."
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but when you look at it, you will find that the Buddhist scripture is still open.
Sometimes when Lin Qingye drank too much in the bar or wanted to write a song, he would just take a nap here.
"I won't let others take advantage of me." He smiled indifferently and said casually, "Next time I'll lend you this 'beautiful back' to practice tattooing."
His bathroom is very clean, unlike the messy living room outside.
There is a line of small words below -
Sometimes when Lin Qingye drank too much in the bar or wanted to write a song, he would just take a nap here.
“… I just can’t do it.”
"Okay." Zhao Qian said goodbye to her, "Come back early and be safe."
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
She suddenly laughed.
The little girl lowered her head to look at her mobile phone. The light from the phone screen shone on her straight nose, revealing a faint pink and blue tint, and then her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
After a moment, Lin Qingye stopped moving, and the light that was originally burning above her head went out. Then, the young man whispered in her ear with his pleasant voice.
The summer rain falls fast and hard without any warning. Xu Zhinan was so anxious that he forgot his umbrella in the store.
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
"Then you are not professional enough." He teased.
The lines on it are clear and distinct, not too sturdy or bulging, yet very powerful.
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
"Little nun, open your eyes."
From a distance, she saw Lin Qingye standing at the side door of the bar, with a tall and straight figure.
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
Xu Zhinan paused and asked, "What do you want to get a tattoo of?"
"lyrics."
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
The wind whistled through the alley, but Xu Zhinan didn't feel cold because he was wearing his coat which reached mid-thigh.
"Whatever." He didn't think about it seriously, and continued to write lyrics. He said casually, "I'll tattoo your name."
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
She stepped into too many puddles when she was running here just now, and there were several mud stains on her calves.
"Whatever." He didn't think about it seriously, and continued to write lyrics. He said casually, "I'll tattoo your name."
It was still raining outside.
He is always like this, speaking sweet words that make people's heart beat faster, but when you look at him again, he still looks calm and composed.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, and a lonely moon appeared behind the thick clouds.
"What about the band?"
Xu Zhinan didn't know what kind of poison had infected him.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
Guan Chi is the drummer of the Acacia band, and Xu Zhinan knows him.
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
Lin Qingye looked at her for a moment and took off his coat.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
The accumulated water splashed up and hit Xu Zhinan's exposed calves, feeling a little cold.
Watching Lin Qingye pull off his mask, revealing a cold white wrist with clear blue veins on it, he then took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his cheeks slightly sunken, and the cigarette butt glowed scarlet.
She was startled and raised her head: "What's wrong?"
I know he was just joking.
Lin Qingye closed the book and threw it to the corner of the bed, with the golden spine still facing her.
The Buddha statue faced her, with a faint Zen smile, and it looked into her heart.
The summer rain falls fast and hard without any warning. Xu Zhinan was so anxious that he forgot his umbrella in the store.
Xu Zhinan pursed her lips and said nothing more, and the room became quiet again.
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
"lyrics."
She had nothing to do, so she took out a book from her bag.
There is a world of difference.
Lin Qingye closed the book and threw it to the corner of the bed, with the golden spine still facing her.
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
Xu Zhinan leaned against the door panel and exhaled lightly. His cell phone vibrated with a message from Zhao Qian.
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
At the same time, there was the sound of a lighter being pressed outside the door, with a click.
"I just suddenly remembered a sentence I saw before. It would be a pity not to use cupping on such a beautiful back."
Xu Zhinan pursed her lips and said nothing more, and the room became quiet again.
He smirked: "Let's get down to business."
There is a line of small words below -
"Ah..." Xu Zhinan looked at the raindrops falling in strings from the eaves with a little sadness.
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
This is a book of Buddhist scriptures, I don’t know which edition it is, there are some illustrations of Buddha statues on it, and there are a few small lines of text under the pictures.
Xu Zhinan had been to this studio several times before. It was decorated in a band style, with dark wallpaper as the main color, clothes and pillows scattered around the sofa, and electronic keyboards, drum sets and other items available.
"Just wear mine. You can wear all my clothes as skirts."
Lin Qingye had also entered the bedroom, took off his wet short-sleeved shirt, and sat at the table with his back to her, a cigarette in his mouth, a pen between his fingers, writing a few words from time to time.
It rained in early June and there were some small puddles on the ground.
"Guan Chi is getting married soon, and he will probably inherit the family business. Tonight might be our band's last show." He said nonchalantly.
Xu Zhinan calmed down and looked carefully.
Instead of going back to Lin Qingye's apartment, he went back to his studio, which was not far from the bar and could be reached through an alley.
After taking a shower, Xu Zhinan put on the original skirt again, dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom.
She has a strange relationship with Lin Qingye.
She struggled and whimpered a few times.
Then he raised the hand holding the cigarette, motioning her to come over.
He picked up a pastel-colored backpack next to the wooden table, put a book and a cup of water in it, then locked the door again and went out, heading towards the bar again.
"I don't know." Lin Qingye was used to being lazy, but he had the ability to attract people with his every move. "Recently, a program producer came to me and we are still in talks."
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
"Do you have an umbrella?" she asked.
Obviously, they are not from the same world.
Xu Zhinan didn't know what kind of poison had infected him.
Xu Zhinan stopped nagging him to write songs. She lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on his bare back.
The young man had stern features, a thin and smooth jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, and was used to being straightforward. He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
There is a world of difference.
Xu Zhinan has been a good girl since she was a child. She came from an ordinary family and had excellent grades. Later, she became interested in art and studied hard. She ranked among the top and was admitted to the Art Design Department of Pingchuan University.
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
Xu Zhinan made up an excuse: "My customer this morning was not satisfied with the tattoo design. I need to redraw it. The drawing board is still in the store."
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Qingye finished writing the last few words. The lyrics were written on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. The handwriting was sloppy but beautiful.
"Whatever." He didn't think about it seriously, and continued to write lyrics. He said casually, "I'll tattoo your name."
Xu Zhinan calmed down and looked carefully.
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
Lin Qingye is completely opposite to her. He formed a band at the age of 16 and won an award at the age of 18. When he was at the peak of his career, he rejected all invitations and continued to sing in bars without any constraints. Groups of beautiful girls liked him. He always lived under the spotlight, being flamboyant, willful, arrogant and naughty.
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
Xu Zhinan was stunned. It was raining so heavily. He would probably get soaked if he ran back.
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
The Buddha statue faced her, with a faint Zen smile, and it looked into her heart.
What is Guanyin who sends children
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
Xu Zhinan paused and asked, "What do you want to get a tattoo of?"
She suddenly laughed.
"Do you have an umbrella?" she asked.
"nothing."
There is a world of difference.
Lin Qingye glanced to the side, sneered unscrupulously, and even took the time to tease her: "Is this the Goddess of Childbirth?"
Then he raised the hand holding the cigarette, motioning her to come over.
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
But after a certain coincidence, she and Lin Qingye were connected by a thread.
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
She had nothing to do, so she took out a book from her bag.
Xu Zhinan pursed her lips and said nothing more, and the room became quiet again.
Not tight, but hard to describe.
The Buddha statue faced her, with a faint Zen smile, and it looked into her heart.
"Okay." Zhao Qian said goodbye to her, "Come back early and be safe."
She knew that she shouldn't indulge herself, but at the same time she was inevitably attracted to Lin Qingye.
Xu Zhinan was completely the opposite. After taking off her coat, her skirt wasn't wet, but her hair was all wet. Her black hair stuck to her fair neck in clumps, creating an obvious conflict of colors.
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
There is a world of difference.
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
Xu Zhinan has been a good girl since she was a child. She came from an ordinary family and had excellent grades. Later, she became interested in art and studied hard. She ranked among the top and was admitted to the Art Design Department of Pingchuan University.
Xu Zhinan's heart sank a little. She raised her arms tremblingly and wrapped them around his neck. She intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck and tentatively took the initiative to kiss him.
The wind whistled through the alley, but Xu Zhinan didn't feel cold because he was wearing his coat which reached mid-thigh.
Xu Zhinan's tattoo shop was not far from the bar, about ten meters away. She ran back to the tattoo shop, unlocked the door and entered the shop, then took out her cell phone again to send a message to Lin Qingye.
They never dared to tell anyone else about their relationship.
Not tight, but hard to describe.
Instead of going back to Lin Qingye's apartment, he went back to his studio, which was not far from the bar and could be reached through an alley.
Her heart was pounding like thunder and she kept her eyes closed, like an ostrich burying its head in the desert, as if the Buddhist scripture on the bedside table didn't exist.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
The electric light on the ceiling was shining brightly.
After a moment, Lin Qingye stopped moving, and the light that was originally burning above her head went out. Then, the young man whispered in her ear with his pleasant voice.
Xu Zhinan has been a good girl since she was a child. She came from an ordinary family and had excellent grades. Later, she became interested in art and studied hard. She ranked among the top and was admitted to the Art Design Department of Pingchuan University.
Lin Qingye finished writing the last few words. The lyrics were written on a piece of paper torn from a notebook. The handwriting was sloppy but beautiful.
From a distance, she saw Lin Qingye standing at the side door of the bar, with a tall and straight figure.
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
Xu Zhinan pursed her lips and said nothing more, and the room became quiet again.
He folded the paper several times, turning it into an airplane, which flew into the pen holder.
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
Lin Qingye glanced to the side, sneered unscrupulously, and even took the time to tease her: "Is this the Goddess of Childbirth?"
"Guan Chi is getting married soon, and he will probably inherit the family business. Tonight might be our band's last show." He said nonchalantly.
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
Instead of going back to Lin Qingye's apartment, he went back to his studio, which was not far from the bar and could be reached through an alley.
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
Xu Zhinan was silent, raised her hand to smooth her hair that was messed up by the wind, and slowed down her pace.
"I don't know." Lin Qingye was used to being lazy, but he had the ability to attract people with his every move. "Recently, a program producer came to me and we are still in talks."
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
Then he simply grabbed Xu Zhinan's wrist and ran into the rain.
He was wearing a hat and his body was soaked, but his face was fine.
He is always like this, speaking sweet words that make people's heart beat faster, but when you look at him again, he still looks calm and composed.
Lin Qingye leaned on the edge of the table and looked at her for a while, then said, "Ah Nan."
Xu Zhinan's heart sank a little. She raised her arms tremblingly and wrapped them around his neck. She intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck and tentatively took the initiative to kiss him.
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
Xu Zhinan was stunned. It was raining so heavily. He would probably get soaked if he ran back.
This is a book of Buddhist scriptures, I don’t know which edition it is, there are some illustrations of Buddha statues on it, and there are a few small lines of text under the pictures.
Xu Zhinan didn't know what kind of poison had infected him.
She was startled and raised her head: "What's wrong?"
As soon as she took the first step, she froze and blinked slowly.
[Xu Zhinan: I'll be here for a while. If you're sleepy, turn off the lights first.]
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Qingye asked without turning his head.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
He smirked: "Let's get down to business."
She said "Oh" and didn't know what to say.
[Xu Zhinan: I'll be here for a while. If you're sleepy, turn off the lights first.]
The hair that had been smoothed just now was messed up again, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead. She raised her hand to hold down her hair and tilted her head back to look into Lin Qingye's eyes.
It took a while before they separated. Lin Qingye licked his lips and straightened his back.
Before she could react to these words, Lin Qingye took a step forward, bent his knees on the bed, picked up the Buddhist scripture in her hand, threw it aside, and flipped the pages a few times.
Xu Zhinan had been to this studio several times before. It was decorated in a band style, with dark wallpaper as the main color, clothes and pillows scattered around the sofa, and electronic keyboards, drum sets and other items available.
Lin Qingye had also entered the bedroom, took off his wet short-sleeved shirt, and sat at the table with his back to her, a cigarette in his mouth, a pen between his fingers, writing a few words from time to time.
Xu Zhinan let out a low cry and was pressed down, enveloped by the heat from his body.
Xu Zhinan had been to this studio several times before. It was decorated in a band style, with dark wallpaper as the main color, clothes and pillows scattered around the sofa, and electronic keyboards, drum sets and other items available.
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
After taking a shower, Xu Zhinan put on the original skirt again, dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom.
The young man had stern features, a thin and smooth jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, and was used to being straightforward. He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
The little girl was hesitant and worried, with a backpack on her shoulders. Her face was not so thin that it had no flesh, but she had a small frame and even some baby fat, which made her look even more innocent.
He lifted the clothes on the coffee table, picked up the air conditioner remote control, turned it on, and glanced at Xu Zhinan: "Go take a shower first."
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but when you look at it, you will find that the Buddhist scripture is still open.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
Xu Zhinan's heart sank a little. She raised her arms tremblingly and wrapped them around his neck. She intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck and tentatively took the initiative to kiss him.
Xu Zhinan's heart was palpitating.
"Yeah." He flicked the ash off his cigarette, nonchalantly, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?"
Zhao Qian frowned and disagreed: "It's so late."
Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, aging, sickness, death, meeting with those we hate, separation from those we love, failure to obtain what we desire, and the burning flames of the five elements.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, and a lonely moon appeared behind the thick clouds.
Xu Zhinan was completely the opposite. After taking off her coat, her skirt wasn't wet, but her hair was all wet. Her black hair stuck to her fair neck in clumps, creating an obvious conflict of colors.
He folded the paper several times, turning it into an airplane, which flew into the pen holder.
Zhao Qian walked a few steps and found that Xu Zhinan had not caught up with her, so she turned around to look.
It took a while before they separated. Lin Qingye licked his lips and straightened his back.
"Do you have an umbrella?" she asked.
He is always like this, speaking sweet words that make people's heart beat faster, but when you look at him again, he still looks calm and composed.
But even so, he still gained a group of fans.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
The electric light on the ceiling was shining brightly.
It is very thick, probably because it has been read many times. The cover has been polished to a shine, but the paper is not damaged at all, which shows that it has been well protected.
Xu Zhinan stared at the text message for a while before replying with an "OK".
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but when you look at it, you will find that the Buddhist scripture is still open.
From what I hear, he really wants to enter the entertainment industry...
Xu Zhinan was caught off guard and let out a light cry. She had to move her legs farther to barely keep up with his pace.
The Buddha statue faced her, with a faint Zen smile, and it looked into her heart.
It was still raining outside.
"Little nun, open your eyes."
Xu Zhinan let out a low cry and was pressed down, enveloped by the heat from his body.
"Okay." Zhao Qian said goodbye to her, "Come back early and be safe."
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
Xu Zhinan's heart was palpitating.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
"I won't let others take advantage of me." He smiled indifferently and said casually, "Next time I'll lend you this 'beautiful back' to practice tattooing."
"Okay." Zhao Qian said goodbye to her, "Come back early and be safe."
There is a line of small words below -
"Don't you really need me to go with you?"
Xu Zhinan was so absorbed in reading Buddhist scriptures that he did not notice his voice.
Xu Zhinan leaned against the door panel and exhaled lightly. His cell phone vibrated with a message from Zhao Qian.
Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, aging, sickness, death, meeting with those we hate, separation from those we love, failure to obtain what we desire, and the burning flames of the five elements.
[Xu Zhinan: Now?]
The accumulated water splashed up and hit Xu Zhinan's exposed calves, feeling a little cold.
On one side of the wooden shelf are all kinds of albums and records, both domestic and foreign, new and old.
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
She struggled and whimpered a few times.
"I don't know." Lin Qingye was used to being lazy, but he had the ability to attract people with his every move. "Recently, a program producer came to me and we are still in talks."
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sweeping over her body from top to bottom: "Why are you still wearing this."
He bit the half-burned cigarette between his teeth, pinched her shoulders and pulled her over, put his coat on her, lowered his eyes, and zipped it up to the top.
The electric light on the ceiling was shining brightly.
Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
Lin Qingye stroked her hair without being too gentle and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my hat just now."
"Little nun, open your eyes."
Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
She has a strange relationship with Lin Qingye.
Zhao Qian frowned and disagreed: "It's so late."
Xu Zhinan was silent, raised her hand to smooth her hair that was messed up by the wind, and slowed down her pace.
"Just wear mine. You can wear all my clothes as skirts."
"Brother Qingye, what do you plan to do after graduation?" she asked while sitting on the edge of the bed.
The junior who came to her tattoo shop in the morning also said that he wanted to tattoo her name on his body. She thought it was too childish, but now that Lin Qingye said the same thing, she couldn't help but blushing.
He exhaled a puff of smoke, noticed the gaze, turned his head to look over, and a pair of dark eyes appeared from under the brim of his hat.
There was an eaves on top of the side door of the bar, which was very narrow and two people were squeezed together.
Lin Qingye glanced to the side, sneered unscrupulously, and even took the time to tease her: "Is this the Goddess of Childbirth?"
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
His bathroom is very clean, unlike the messy living room outside.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
What is Guanyin who sends children
Xu Zhinan pursed her lips and said nothing more, and the room became quiet again.
But these three words sounded soft and lacked any deterrent power when they came out of her mouth. Instead, they sounded like she was just acting coquettishly.
She was startled and raised her head: "What's wrong?"
There is a world of difference.
Xu Zhinan walked to his side and asked: "What are you writing?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva obviously doesn’t look like this.
"Whatever." He didn't think about it seriously, and continued to write lyrics. He said casually, "I'll tattoo your name."
"No need." Xu Zhinan smiled, "Remember to send me a message when you get to the dormitory."
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
Not tight, but hard to describe.
Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes sweeping over her body from top to bottom: "Why are you still wearing this."
Lin Qingye raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
At the same time, the weather changed. The sky, which had just been clear for a while, suddenly started to rain again. The raindrops fell down with a crackling sound. Xu Zhinan had no time to be stunned and ran over quickly.
But these three words sounded soft and lacked any deterrent power when they came out of her mouth. Instead, they sounded like she was just acting coquettishly.
Just like the rainy day just now, Xu Zhinan wanted to hold an umbrella, but Lin Qingye pulled her and ran wildly in the rainy night.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
Lin Qingye had also entered the bedroom, took off his wet short-sleeved shirt, and sat at the table with his back to her, a cigarette in his mouth, a pen between his fingers, writing a few words from time to time.
Xu Zhinan's tattoo shop was not far from the bar, about ten meters away. She ran back to the tattoo shop, unlocked the door and entered the shop, then took out her cell phone again to send a message to Lin Qingye.
[Xu Zhinan: I'll be here for a while. If you're sleepy, turn off the lights first.]
But these three words sounded soft and lacked any deterrent power when they came out of her mouth. Instead, they sounded like she was just acting coquettishly.
The little girl lowered her head to look at her mobile phone. The light from the phone screen shone on her straight nose, revealing a faint pink and blue tint, and then her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
She said "Oh" and didn't know what to say.
Lin Qingye closed the book and threw it to the corner of the bed, with the golden spine still facing her.
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
Lin Qingye became famous early. At the age of 18, he won the Golden Melody Award for the song "Locust Tree", becoming the youngest winner. He was originally very successful and countless people in the industry sent him invitations, but he rejected them all.
Xu Zhinan closed his eyes tightly and let Lin Qingye dominate him. He felt that he was being attacked from both sides, which was both immoral and taboo.
Lin Qingye was wearing a mask and a hat on his head. His facial features and jawline were angular. He had a guitar bag on his shoulder and was leaning lazily against the wall.
He chuckled softly, stopped arguing with her, and continued to write on the paper: "Then don't change it."
"Ah Nan?" Zhao Qian asked, "What's wrong?"
Sometimes when Lin Qingye drank too much in the bar or wanted to write a song, he would just take a nap here.
The wind whistled through the alley, but Xu Zhinan didn't feel cold because he was wearing his coat which reached mid-thigh.
But after a certain coincidence, she and Lin Qingye were connected by a thread.
It was still raining outside.
Before she could react to these words, Lin Qingye took a step forward, bent his knees on the bed, picked up the Buddhist scripture in her hand, threw it aside, and flipped the pages a few times.
It was still raining outside.
It was still raining outside.
"nothing."
This is a book of Buddhist scriptures, I don’t know which edition it is, there are some illustrations of Buddha statues on it, and there are a few small lines of text under the pictures.
"Brother Qingye." She asked softly, "Did you pay for the wine just now?"
Her heart was pounding like thunder and she kept her eyes closed, like an ostrich burying its head in the desert, as if the Buddhist scripture on the bedside table didn't exist.
As soon as she took the first step, she froze and blinked slowly.
Before she could react to these words, Lin Qingye took a step forward, bent his knees on the bed, picked up the Buddhist scripture in her hand, threw it aside, and flipped the pages a few times.
"What about the band?"
"Don't you really need me to go with you?"
She suddenly laughed.
"Run?" he asked.
Xu Zhinan extinguished the phone on his chest and paused: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do in the store. You should go back to the dormitory first."
The electric light on the ceiling was shining brightly.
[Kiyono: Yeah.]
"Guan Chi is getting married soon, and he will probably inherit the family business. Tonight might be our band's last show." He said nonchalantly.
She was startled and raised her head: "What's wrong?"
He laughed, his voice filled with smoke: "No."
Xu Zhinan buried his face in the pillow and begged for mercy: "Book, close the book."
Xu Zhinan closed his eyes tightly and let Lin Qingye dominate him. He felt that he was being attacked from both sides, which was both immoral and taboo.
When she closed her eyes, she dared to take the initiative, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was suppressed by his aura. He didn't dare to look directly at her and had to look to the side.
He picked up a pastel-colored backpack next to the wooden table, put a book and a cup of water in it, then locked the door again and went out, heading towards the bar again.
After a moment, Lin Qingye stopped moving, and the light that was originally burning above her head went out. Then, the young man whispered in her ear with his pleasant voice.
Her heart was pounding like thunder and she kept her eyes closed, like an ostrich burying its head in the desert, as if the Buddhist scripture on the bedside table didn't exist.
She has a strange relationship with Lin Qingye.
His tone was extremely bad, and he blasphemed the statue with disrespect. Xu Zhinan was not very happy. It was rare for him to have a somewhat emotional tone in front of him: "No."
But the road surface in this alley was bumpy, and I stepped into countless puddles on the way back.
Then he raised the hand holding the cigarette, motioning her to come over.
After a moment, Lin Qingye stopped moving, and the light that was originally burning above her head went out. Then, the young man whispered in her ear with his pleasant voice.
This means that she is short. Although Xu Zhinan is not tall, she is not short either.
"Little nun, open your eyes."
"I won't let others take advantage of me." He smiled indifferently and said casually, "Next time I'll lend you this 'beautiful back' to practice tattooing."
[Zhao Qian: I’m in the dormitory now. Are you almost done?]
[Qionno-san: It’s out.]
The young man had stern features, a thin and smooth jawline, a prominent Adam's apple, and was used to being straightforward. He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
There is a line of small words below -