Pumpkin carriage Cinderella

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Chengcheng found a multi-purpose travel knife from the box behind her, and tapped Mi Yi's arm: "Boil it with water and rinse it before using it."

"Yeah." Mi Yi took it over.

When it was time to go to bed yesterday, Chengcheng leaned against the wall, put the pillows behind his neck, and played TV boringly.

Her bed was facing the TV. After Mi Yi washed up, he wanted to watch TV when he returned to his room. Seeing that Chengcheng didn't seem to object, he sat on her bed.The two looked like a normal pair of good friends, one on the left and one on the right leaning on the bed watching TV.

But Mi Yi knew that it was completely abnormal.

Because as long as Chengcheng moves, the quilt, or the pillow he hugs, it will affect Mi Yi's whole body's nerves.

"Have you seen this TV?" she asked.

"I've been in school and haven't watched TV in a long time."

"You go back and watch more American dramas, it's very useful to practice oral English," Chengcheng became more and more tired, "my roommate practiced like this, she watched Friends several times."

Mi Yi knew she must be tired.

The usual routine is completely disrupted, not only waking up early in the morning, but also running around with the car all day, people like Mi Yi who go to class on time every day don't think much of it, but it's different for Chengcheng.

"Tomorrow we won't go up the snow mountain with them, we will play by ourselves in Lhasa." Tomorrow is Mi Yi's last day here, if he wants to go to the snow mountain, it would be a pity to spend all the time on the road.Moreover, she didn't want to get up early at all.

"Okay, tell me what time, I'll call you." Mi Yi thought of her pitiful way of ringing the alarm clock, and couldn't bear to let her get up early again.

Chengcheng turned his head and smiled at Mi Yi.

"Wake up naturally?" she asked.

Mi Yi also pursed his lips and smiled, and nodded.

Sleep all day is fine.You sleep, I watch you sleep.

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Forgot to say, please stop here for the college entrance examination.Go to the test first.

Chapter 13 Chapter 12 Midnight Palace (4)

Chengcheng is relatively familiar with Lhasa, so he can take Mi Yi to the whole place without any planning.

Mi Yi followed the reporters for the past two days, and suddenly became enthusiastic about taking pictures. Unfortunately, Chengcheng did not allow her to be photographed. Mi Yi could only take pictures of landscapes, Potala Palace, Jokhang Temple, people, Bajiao Street, and others. The small restaurant that used Tsangyang Gyatso as a publicity point to attract customers.

Chengcheng came back to buy a Tibetan knife and couldn't take it back. This time, he learned how to behave and focused all his attention on eating.

From morning to noon, the two walked around Bajiao Street twice, and bought a bunch of gadgets that were useless to take home. Finally, in the afternoon, they were really bored. kind of place.

"Look, this Coke." Mi Yi pointed to the Coke on display at the entrance of the supermarket.

The packaging is the same as Coca-Cola, but the name has been changed, which is probably a brand produced in the plateau.

Chengcheng pointed at the fast food restaurant with his chin. It looks similar to KFC, but it also has a different name. It is also produced in Gaoyuan: "Just look at it, it's not delicious."

What are you going to do?

"Sing k?" Chengcheng and Mi Yi thought of a question, but she gave a suggestion, "Should we go?"

"……also."

"Let's go sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," Chengcheng said with a smile, "I'm quite curious, if we can sing it up."

Although neither of them had altitude sickness, they came from the plains after all, and they would also feel insufficient oxygen supply, so Chengcheng has always been curious about how it feels to sing k here.

Chengcheng has always been a person who thinks of what comes out, and he must do it when he thinks about it.

Speaking of it, without delay, I called a car and asked the driver to take them to the largest KTV in Lhasa.The driver also made money on the inland plateau. Listening to the conversation between the two of them and looking at their appearance, you can tell that they are here for tourism. They are laughing on the road, saying that it is the first time they have seen such a request when they come to Lhasa.

The ktv's business in the afternoon was mediocre, and the ladies didn't start working much, just sitting on rocking chairs and chatting.

Chengcheng asked for a private room, took Mi Yi in, and ordered beer and drinks.

When the waiter went out, she sat happily on the karaoke stand, ordered Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for the first song, turned on the microphone, coughed, and the voice echoed in the room: "Pick up the microphone."

Mi Yi held back his laughter, and just as he turned on another microphone, the prelude started.

This time I couldn't hold back anymore, I was completely laughing.

The laughter was infinitely magnified by the microphone, and Mi Yi blushed from laughing. Seeing Chengcheng pointing at himself with his right hand, he realized: "You order this, do you want me to sing?"

Chengcheng took it for granted, pointing to his own throat: "I have a bad voice."

That's not a lie.

From the first day we met, Mi Yi had already discovered that there must be something wrong with Chengcheng's voice, as long as he uttered more than seven or eight sentences, his voice would become extremely hoarse.So she has to keep drinking something to moisten her throat. In the bar, it was Chivas Regal, but now it is beer.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Throat throat," Chengcheng told her, "I smoked cigarettes when I was a child."

"I didn't see you..."

"I quit a long time ago, just want to try how it feels. I have smoked for several years, and I want to try whether it is difficult to quit smoking." Chengcheng smiled, "Isn't it a typical Aquarius?"

It really is.

"Does your family not care about you?" Mi Yi's life in middle and high school is very monotonous and highly controlled.

"Hey, I was very disobedient when I was a child, and adults can't control it. There is a boundary between them and me, and the grades speak for themselves," Chengcheng concluded, "What people want, they have to fight for themselves. My absolute freedom is also It’s all in exchange for points.”

"Then what did you play when you were young? In Beijing?"

"When I was in junior high school, there were no bars. They were all discotheques, skating rinks, game halls, billiard halls, and the popular drive-thru, where I would meet people to go racing by the canals in the suburbs," Chengcheng recalled when he was in junior high school. Mi Yi was surprised, and then smiled and said, "I have a sense of propriety, and I don't allow my grades to be lower than the top three in my grade. If you want to be rebellious and don't improve your grades, you are really stupid. It's just playing with yourself."

Chengcheng urged Mi Yi: "If you don't sing, this song will pass."

Mi Yi had no choice but to sing along in a low voice.She didn't sing k a lot, and she wasn't Maiba every time, she was the kind of person who was in charge of aa, but only ate fruit bowls in the corner.In the past, there were many people and they all grabbed the microphone, but today it was fine. There were two people in total, and one of them went on strike, and she was the only one who supported the audience...

Mi Yi was reserved at first, but later he simply gave up on himself.

Immediately before the high cháo was about to be sung, Chengcheng raised his wine glass: "If you sing up, I'll do it."

She may not be able to sing in the plains, let alone here.

The two said "This is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" several times, but she lost her voice on the first pass. When she got to a high place, she couldn't make a sound at all, and she held the microphone sadly: "It's not good here, I really can't sing, I feel that the voice is very weak." Can't send it out."

Chengcheng laughed and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the glass, he exclaimed: "The altitude is more than 600 meters, which is very good."

Dim private room, lights, music.

The long-lost wine and her.

Mi Yi hugged the microphone and suddenly felt so happy.

Every day in the past, she was thinking that the last parting must be the last farewell.There is no reason for a person like Chengcheng to come back to see him again, there is no reason for him.No reason could be found.

Mi Yi sat down, turned off the microphone, and ate popcorn.

I don't want to sing or play anymore, I want to be with her.

Chengcheng thought that Mi Yi had exhausted his energy just yelling that song, so he tapped a string of names beside the karaoke machine, and played it for listening to the song.The two of them completely regarded this place as a bar.

Chengcheng ordered a dozen 330ml beers, also out of curiosity, not only to test singing k at a high altitude, but also to test whether his drinking capacity would change.Friends came with me before, so I can't indulge too much, but Mi Yi's company makes people feel at ease.She thought, since she tastes good wine, doesn't cry or make trouble, and doesn't fall out of bed, she shouldn't bother Mi Yi.