The woman in front of Yang Can is probably less than 30 years old. She wears a red dress swaying, mature and charming, with slender eyes charming and graceful. At first glance, she feels that she is a veteran of Fengyue, with pretty lips and nose. The most impressive thing about her beauty is her slightly darker eyebrows, which gives her the boldness of a northern woman in her coquettishness. Yang Can feels the woman's greasy skin on the back of her hand passing by. It was a little weird in my heart.
"Sister Wan, converge, he is Mr. Wu's guest." Ning Qiaoqiao, who was holding the wine bottle, frowned as she reminded and introduced both parties:
"This is Wan Qiling, sister Wan is our regular customer here, it is Pang... Mr. Pang's niece, Mr. Yang don't mind, she is a little over-enthusiastic..."
"I'm not a guest of Mr. Wu, I still look down on it... Mr. Wu rarely brings such a young guy here to chat and talk... I like to talk to the educated." Graceful Wan Qiling sat without shyness When he reached Yang Can's thigh, Wu Bin gave Yang Can a wink and indicated that he could not help him.
Smelling the slightly strong but not greasy perfume in the nose, and feeling the warmth on Wan Qiling’s thigh, Yang Can felt embarrassed. He was not shy, but it was just so irritating, and the position she was sitting in was so sensitive. I was afraid that I lost my temper on the spot, gently pushed her away, stood up, smiled and greeted her formally: "Hello, Sister Wan... I'm Yang Can."
"Yang Can... Yang Can... Could it be that you are the Yang Cannon!?" Wan Qiling picked up her iconic "sex" eyebrows "hair", smiled and hammered Yang Can's chest: "So it's really you. … Not bad, much younger than I thought. I thought that all media professionals looked like Song Zude..."
Yang Can felt her hand gently squeezed between her chest, and she was not used to the bold and gorgeous Wan Jie's more active style than a man. She instinctively stepped back. People who are accustomed to being a hunter were suddenly caught It feels weird to be a prey.
"Sister Wan, do you know Yang Can?" Xiao Qiao asked curiously and "interrupted" beside him. Some did not understand the background of this shameless kid.
"It's hard not to know each other. Recently, people from the Public Security Department have come to talk about Mr. Yang Dapao Yang's name, saying that he is..." Wan Qiling smiled like Yinling:
"A son of a bitch, I don’t know that the reporter head is tall and thick. He is not even afraid of the police, and he is also looking for troubles with the Public Security Bureau. He doesn’t know what background his cannon has. He dares to be so arrogant and even said if he would dare to come. In Beijing, Lao Tzu caught him and told him to sit and wear..."
Listening to Wan Qiling learning those people's words vividly, Wu Bin and Yang Can couldn't help but look at each other and laughed. It seems that Yang Can is not only famous in the media, but also ranked No. 1 in the police circle. A stab-level figure, there are so many people from the Public Security Bureau in Beijing poking his spine. It seems that he, Yang Cannon, is already known as a master of Jingjing without knowing it.
Wan Qiling's interest in Yang Can has greatly increased. Yang Can is also a good talker. By the way, I want to get some information. You and I chatted with each other, but they are very agreeable. Yang Can is very good in dealing with women. The master fighter, mind-reading and psychology skills, from time to time to make Wan Qiling laugh tremblingly, of course, he also carefully keeps his distance from her, he does not provoke a mature woman with this style. .
"Sister Wan..."
A young man walked towards the bar, waving his hand to say hello.
Yang Can glanced back, Wan Qiling pretended not to see, and didn't plan to pay attention to his appearance.
"Hey... Sister Wan, you teased me again, deliberately fiddled with me..." The young man with acne scars on his face smiled and smiled. Yang Can actually discovered this a long time ago. The young people have been watching their conversations by the side.
"Lin Weidong, do you call me?" Wan Qiling turned her head helplessly, her coquettish face barely put on a smile, not as kind as she was just now.
Yang Can smiled dumbly and gave way to the young man to make room for the young man. Unexpectedly, the young man squeezed in immediately, and smiled and stretched out his hand to greet him with a strong Tianjin accent: "You are the media in China. Tycoon Yang Dapao, Mr. Yang, I’ve long admired the name, my name is Lin Weidong, and my dad is Lin Haiyuan, the deputy mayor of this place."
Yang Can looked at Lin Weidong’s outstretched hand, and then at Lin Weidong’s face. He was about twenty-three or four years old. He must have eavesdropped a lot of information beside him. Looking at his consciousness, he knew that he was "fascinated." In love with this Wan Jie, she ate her own flying vinegar in her heart, and now she just forced a smile on her face.
However, Yang Can was not interested in Wan Qiling at all. He realized that Lin Weidong's consciousness was rare among men, but he had a good impression of him, and smiled, "Hello, Master Lin."
"What Young Master Lin, we all call him Little Tianjin here..." Wan Qiling pointed out in an annoyed manner. It seems that she is very tired of the "hairy" boy who pesters her every day. She likes Yang Can more than that. Type of strong man.
Little Tianjin Lin Weidong seemed very satisfied with Yang Can’s kind attitude, sat down between the two of them carelessly, and called Wu Bin: "Wu, good." Because Yang Can talked about the world, he ran the train, what happened last week’s charity banquet. How much his father has donated anonymously, and what kind of "government" high-ranking official has raised a few Xiaomi, but I heard that Yang Can, a person who has not returned to Beijing for a long time, is very interested.
"Brother Yang, it's not that I said you, you don't want to play Wan Jie's idea." When halfway through, Lin Weidong mysteriously pulled Yang Can over and whispered: "Wan Jie is our social flower here. There are many dandies. She was so jealous that no one dared to start. If you behave too much, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this door..."
Yang Can was amused, knowing what "medicine" this kid Gourd is selling, but frowned and asked: "Can't get out? This is at the feet of the emperor, is it possible to dare to do something here?"
Lin Weidong waved his hands and smirked, shaking his head again and again: "Brother Yang, you are here for the first time. I don't know the rules of this waiting bar. In fact, this bar has been very special since it was established during the Cultural Revolution. This is our Beijing city." Little Tianjin gave a thumbs up, as if he completely regarded himself as an authentic Beijinger:
"No matter what the trouble here, people from the Public Security Bureau never dared to come in. I heard that there were homicides in the 1980s and they were all suppressed. Therefore, there is a rule left in this bar since that time. What are the contradictions among the guests? They are all settled in the backyard privately, as long as they don’t use guns and don’t kill people. Anyone who dares to break the rules will not be able to come in in the future."
Yang Can sounded a little weird. He knew about it after a period of "chaos" in Beijing during the Cultural Revolution. He didn't expect that the bar would still stay in that era. It was incredible. But looking at Wu Bin's calm expression, it seems But I have become accustomed to this matter.
It also depends on the situation. This waiting bar is no longer the place where Lin Qiuyan meets guests. Few people in their forties or fifty years old are all young people who come here, probably as a status symbol.
Lin Weidong relished the introduction of the so-called "Bottle Factory" with many glorious deeds, and the backyard dedicated to resolving conflicts.
"Brother Yang, don't you know that those who dare to do things here are not simple characters, not my exaggeration. The people who can come in this bar and drink at least have ministerial-level pillars standing upright at home. Among the people here today are the grandson of General Xu, the nephew of Governor Qiu, the illegitimate son of President Wu of the Zhongtian Group...
Seeing Yang Can's uninterested appearance, Xiao Tianjin, who was counting with his fingers, was a little surprised, wondering why Yang Da Pao was not afraid at all? This is not the province of China. Does he still think that no one here dare to touch Yang Dapao? But I can’t let Sister Wan really hang away, so I wiped my mouth and pointed to the humanity at the tables over there:
"Don't underestimate them. These few people I'm talking about are not ordinary people. They all have real skills. That said, Qiu Fuqun was once the champion of the San Francisco Taekwondo Contest. He was in the bottle factory last month. Just one person kicked three of them. Of course... This is not as good as Xu Jianguo. I heard that the youngest son of this general has learned a set of boxing techniques called "Tai Chi Plum Blossom Praying Mantis Boxing" since he was a child. This set of boxing techniques is said to be under General Xu's subordinate. A masterpiece of concentrated Chinese martial arts created by several martial arts masters. Boxing is the essence of mantis boxing. It focuses on the mind and does not emphasize the shape. The shot is Tai Chi strength. With the help of strength, the plum blossom means that the fists and feet are flying like plum blossoms. Make your opponents hard to defend.
With this set of Tai Chi plum blossom praying mantis boxing, Xu Jianguo once slapped everyone in the opponent with one-to-eight beats in one night. He was only injured by a wine bottle..."
Yang Can was not interested in listening to Xiaotian’s introduction to the life profiles of these fighting masters at the venue. He was just talking haha, feeling bored, but suddenly heard a clear and lingering familiar song from the station:
"I don't know why... Sadness he surrounds me...
I pray every day... Get rid of the loneliness of love...
From that day on, you said to me... Love me forever...
Thousands of words and tens of thousands of words... Passing by the clouds...
I don’t know why... He is sorrowful and surrounds me...
I pray every day... Hurry and drive away the loneliness of love... ”
That deja vu soft voice, lingering like a cloud, is enough to make other singers who sang in the bar just now looked pretentious and ridiculous in front of the natural and fresh voice.
This group of voices clearly has no traces of carving, but it seems to have a natural beauty, such as high mountains, waterfalls, and gurgling streams. Whether you like the song itself or not, you only need to rely on aesthetic instincts to appreciate this kind of voice without twisting. With all my brains, it is more refined, pure, and infectious than any design and careful packaging.
When Yang Can closed his eyes and listened, even the trial of Wu Bin could not help but be stunned. Thinking that he had been obsessed with Lin Qiuyan for so many years without any results, it was just a thousand words that I did not know how to say, and I sighed for a while. Thousands of thousands, sighed, nodded and sighed for a while: "The voice of the country... It is the sound of the country..."
Everyone present in the bar was moved by this infinitely infinitely gentle singing. They all looked at the singer on the stage, and saw the female singer wearing a black V-neck T-shirt with a high waist in snowflakes. Jeans, metal bracelets, retro rings, a slender and tall figure gently swinging with the music, the punk style of the logo is completely out of harmony with her gentle singing...
What is even more abrupt is that she is wearing a weird hat and sunglasses, and she can’t see her looks at all. People in the bar are all asking what this new singer-in-residence is, and many of them still recognize her. The voice that came out was the female singer who was famous for being mysterious and low-key.
After the song was over, it took Yang Can more than ten seconds to withdraw from the lingering artistic conception just now. When he opened his eyes, he saw the clear and flawless blue "color" consciousness energy floating in the sky in the surrounding space, flooded like snowflakes in the hospital. In the entire space, I turned my head and looked at the stage. I didn’t expect that I would meet her again here, Yan Shangxi...
In the bar, amid applause, someone yelled: "Eh, can you order a song? Little girl... I can sing Jolin's voice with such a good voice..." Let the yelling from below, Yan Shangxi silently He lowered his head and put away the microphone stand and portable guitar, it seemed that he had no plans to continue.
Seeing Wan Qiling raised her hand and shouted: "Hey... Don't make a fuss, this is my sisters... who came to Beijing to play, I asked her to act as a guest, not a singer, stop making trouble with her."
Wan Qiling seemed to be very prestigious in this bar. Everyone laughed when they heard this. Although they felt regretful, they stopped booing, but a few people at the east table stood up, and one of them shouted:
"It's fine if you don't sing, you have to "show" or "show" your face, let the buddies see your looks... "The speaker's pronunciation is a little vague, and you will know that you are in a slightly drunken state when you hear it, and your tongue is a little disobedient. As soon as he walked up the stage, Yang Can squinted his eyes, but it was Xu Jianguo who knew the Tai Chi plum blossom praying mantis boxing in Xiaotianjin's mouth.
Seeing Xu Jianguo only rushing up, Wan Qiling snorted and put down the wine glass and walked up a few steps, blocking him.
"Xu Jianguo~ If you drink too much, go home and go crazy, what are you making here? Are you afraid of people who lose your father?"
Xu Jianguo wasn't completely drunk yet. He could see clearly that Wan Qiling abruptly swallowed the phrase "the son of a bitch" in her throat, only to spit out her breath:
"Sister Wan, I just want to see what this girl who sings so nicely looks like, you know, I Jianguo has such a temper and curiosity, just take a look..." I wanted to squeeze onto the stage.
Wan Qiling grabbed his clothes and yelled: "Eh, eh... You are still in the wild, right? My friend is not here to make money, so why should I show it to you and go away." After pulling, the palm of his hand inadvertently ran across the face of Xu Jianguo, who was big and thick, and his long nails printed bleeding on his face on the spot.
When Xu Jianguo "touched" his cheeks with blood, he immediately became very angry and couldn't care about other things. He just slapped Wan Qiling's face with a slap.
"Damn! Really shameless!" Everyone exclaimed, just as Xu Jianguo strode up to the stage, cursing and taking off Yan Shangxi's hat: "I will see if you are today. It really grows like melons and jujubes...!"
Before he finished speaking, he was stunned, just because he saw Yan Shangxi's beautiful face, whose hat was arrogantly torn off. The legendary mysterious Yan Shangxi never "shows" her face. Almost everyone guessed her. She is an extremely ugly woman, and ordinary people don't believe it. God has given her a beautiful voice while also giving her a face with correct features.
What's more, people dressed as punk are known for being weird. Everyone instinctively imagines that under the hat is an avant-garde woman with no eyebrows and piercings on her lips...
But the palm-sized face in front of everyone now has extremely exquisite features, and the gentle and sweet temperament is just right blended in one place. Those slightly frightened beautiful eyes are shining against the background of the long eyelashes "hair". Hui, slightly panicked, was particularly charming, as if she had a thousand words to tell from her voice.
There is a healthy blush in the white and snowy skin, and the tall and exquisite figure with this sweet and gentle face is a perfect match.
Yan Shangxi stepped back, holding the guitar tightly in his arms, watching Xu Jianguo in front of him vigilantly, silent, as if very calm, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed her.
"Haha, it turns out that you... You look so good-looking, so beautiful, why cover your face... Ah..." Before Xu Jianguo finished sighing, he heard a "crash" sound on his forehead, and a beer bottle was still coming from a distance. It was exactly that his head was smashed, and the little Tianjin Lin Weidong rushed up almost frantically and shouted:
"The son of a bitch...! Don't you dare to touch Sister Wan, do you want to get a slap..." The sweetheart was slapped, and Xiao Tianjin didn't care who the other party was, and rushed out when his head was hot. The back of the brain was blood flowing but didn't mean to fall down, instead, he rushed over with a roar.
"Little Tianjin, run...!!!" Wan Qiling "touched" her red and swollen face and shouted heartbreakingly. She knew that Xu Jianguo could do everything after drinking, relying on her old age. Dad, lawless practice, Lin Weidong will definitely lose out with him today.
Just look at the seven or eight dudes led by Xu Jianguo, who carried the bench, took the wine bottle, took the wine bottle, and prepared to go up and suppress the small Tianjin, and the popularity of the small Tianjin is obviously not bad, and several buddies responded and prepared to go up and help.
Yang Can, an outsider, could tell at a glance. Xu Jianguo and the group of people knew they were Lianjiazi with a few simple actions. They were all people from the army. Even if Xiaotian could gather all the people here, I’m afraid. Can't beat them.
"Damn, I usually give you a lot of points, and you are still going with your buddies. I Jianguo today will kill the bitch surnamed Wan and you little Tianjin, and then do this girl, see who the hell dares today Playing with Lao Tzu."
Xu Jianguo, who was drunk and kicked by someone, has never been so angry before, so he doesn't need to roar, of course he didn't really want to do it, but like their gang of dudes, it is just a matter of face, and everything must be scared first. Frighten others, let others know that no one can't offend him the three words Xu Jianguo.
He did not expect that his yelling words would anger someone. Yang Can was still hesitating to take care of the nostalgia. Hearing this "teng", he stood up. The dog-day old Yan Shangxi didn't know how to look for it. After a long time, there are not many talents with high consciousness and energy in the country, so you can do it if you want! ? It's over evil...
Fortunately, the group fight has not yet begun, and there has been no sound, Xiao Qiao coldly snorted: "Are you sure you want to fight here? If the boss is not there, do you dare to go wild here?" Liangshui, everyone broke down in a cold sweat on the spot, only then did they remember where they were.
Even Xu Jianguo's face changed. Let alone him, this bar wouldn't dare to be presumptuous here even if his father came, but he was not reconciled. He held a tissue on the back of his head and pointed at Lin Weidong and shouted: "Tianjin Wei Bastard! It's man, let's go to the wine bottle factory to solve...!"
Lin Weidong squinted his eyes and looked at Xu Jianguo with a sneer. His voice was loud and simple: "I'm afraid you wouldn't dare..." He said proudly, but he was already shaking in his heart. He knows who Xu Jianguo is best, and he is determined today. To suffer, but Wan Qiling here, Lin Weidong can't shrink even if she is dead.
Wan Qiling went up and grabbed him by the arm and said anxiously: "Little Tianjin, are you crazy...? This is not looking for death!?"
"Fart, let's see who died..." Little Tianjin showed the optimism of Tianjin people, which made Yang Can frown, but he still admired this little Tianjin in his heart, but he still had a bit of spine, thinking about contacting Yan Shangxi first. See if there is a chance to earn her under the banner of top media, so as to avoid the need to find someone to score the film and television works. This is also the lesson he learned from the last time he ranked "The Good Wife.
The two factions came to the waiting bar, a place where countless men have fought bravely and fiercely. Yang Can was not in a hurry, so he got to Wan Qiling and Yan Shangxi's side. , Asked Wan Qiling with concern: "Sister Wan, are you okay, Miss Yan, are you okay?"
Wan Qiling nodded, feeling that Yang Can was very loyal, and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay." She didn't care about the hurt on her face at all.
That gentle and sweet but punk dress Yan Shangxi lowered his head, but looked very cold, and didn't even glance at Yang Can. This made Yang Can a great frustration. As soon as he was about to continue to tease Yan Shangxi, he heard someone shout in the yard. One sentence.
"Heads-up, or group fight?"
It’s Xu Jianguo who is talking. Anyone who drinks in this bar knows that when this martial arts expert says this, the meaning is different from other people. What Xu Jianguo actually asked is that Lao Tzu is alone. Represents heads-up? Or go together
No one here would think that he was overconfident. Eight of the group of people who made fun of him last time were still lying in the hospital. Although there are many capable people in this bar, the wine bottle factory doesn’t know how many fights of hot-blooded men have been experienced. However, a few regular customers here for more than ten years commented that Xu Jianguo absolutely ranked in the top two in terms of real ability to play, saying that it was the top two, because a few years ago, a national Sanda team's Sanda king used to play There was a fight here.
Xu Jianguo was also there at the time. His own evaluation was: "I can't beat that person empty-handed, but I can't beat that person with a guy."
Xiao Tianjin has always refused to admit defeat. Everyone knows that he is "sex", and he is determined to shout "One-on-one." So his few companions yelled without hesitation: "Group fight..."
Several people with blue veins on their heads, shouting and holding wine bottles, the bench rushed up to greet...