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After half an hour, the people in the bar gradually left, leaving behind wine bottles and cigarette butts all over the place.Under the smoky and colorful lights, Yi San'er noticed a trace of bleakness.

Ever since he was a child, he felt that: the ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse, and the setting sun, these two lines can be regarded as the pinnacle of Ci. Even after he learned a lot of Song Ci, these two lines have always been classics in his heart.

Not for anything else, just for the helpless sadness that can be expressed in ten words.

Now he looked at a few waiters who were cleaning and actually felt this fucking emotion.

I don't know where the singing of the opera came from, and the voice lingered, as if singing to people's hearts. "Wake up early in the morning and look in the mirror with water chestnut flowers, and comb with an oily osmanthus fragrance."

For the first time, Yi San'er felt that if Beijing opera was sung a cappella, it would be so bleak, it should be a matter of mood, he turned his head thinking about it.

Qin Sili was wearing a black dress, the kind made of silk with sequins added, it looked like a must-have for bars and nightclubs.When we met at the door at night, Yi San'er felt that he was a frequent visitor.

At this time, she tied up her long hair slightly and put it on her shoulders. In her hand, she held the microphone used for singing in the bar just now, and on her head were all kinds of flashing lights.

"Peach pollen on the face, rouge and apricot blossom red on the mouth." Her voice was very sharp, and the last sentence felt like she was about to tear off the roof of the factory building.

Yi San'er didn't know what kind of background this singing was in, and listening to the lyrics didn't sound like Yang Bailao was going to sell his daughter, but he just felt a sense of sadness from it.

No longer feel that such an environment is incompatible with Peking Opera, and no longer listen to what Qin Sili is singing, Yi San'er's whole mind is like fresh dough, except for a blank and confused.

He watched Qin Sili's every move on the stage, and remembered that the resident singer was shaking his head crazily a few hours ago, as if trying to break off that long hair.The latter is full of fun and carnival, but every move of Qin Sili shows that this is the last scene.

Just like the last verse Yu Ji sang to the Overlord of Western Chu, Yi San'er stared at her right hand for fear that she would wipe her neck with a sword drawn out from somewhere.

But until Qin Sili came down to him, he didn't see the sword.

Qin Sili first walked around him, asked the bartender for a martini, then sat on the chair with his legs up, looked him up and down, and the wine in the glass was shaking slightly.

Yi San'er was a little embarrassed to be stared at by this kind of eyes, just when he was about to say that I would leave soon, Qin Sili, who was sitting opposite, said something, and when she said this, she still looked down at the wine in the glass.

"Do you like me?"

Yi San'er's brain suddenly exploded, as if the oil in the frying pan kept splashing out under the fire, accompanied by whirring noises.

Qin Sili raised his head, took a sip of wine, and kept his eyes on him.

like.Why?Why like?

Most women will continue to ask the second question, and if no one gets an answer they like, they will not continue to ask.

Yi San'er actually didn't understand why the girl asked this question. If she likes it, she likes it. There's no reason.Men generally think this way, but if you really answer like this, you will be finished.

Qin Sili took another sip of wine, put the wine glass on the bar counter, moved his body down and put his foot on the ground, and was about to stand up and walk.

"I like it..." Yi San'er felt that she couldn't wait any longer, so she shouted out quickly, only to regret that she hadn't figured out the answer to the question just now.

Why do you like it?

Qin Sili looked up at him, staring at his face with two eyes, his eyelashes flickering, so long that they stick to false eyelashes, Yi San'er thought.

"Then try it." Qin Sili stood firmly on the ground and took out the mobile phone from his pocket, pressed it a few times, and pointed the screen of the mobile phone at him, "This is my mobile phone number."

"...don't ask why?"

"what?"

"Why... like you?" Yi San'er looked at her surprised face and felt that his expression should be similar.

"...Why?" Qin Sili asked impatiently.

"do not know……"

"Are you kidding me?" Qin Sili opened his mouth wide, with an expression of whether you deserve a beating, and after a while, he lowered his head and laughed with his hands on his hips.

"...What's the matter with you?" Yi San'er bent his knees and leaned his head towards her, trying to look at her face.

"It's nothing." Qin Sili slapped him on the face, "Call me with your mobile phone."

"Oh." Yi San'er quickly took out his mobile phone, pressed the numbers one by one, and checked twice to see if they were the same.

The first ringing of the bell in the morning means that a two-and-a-half-hour examination room is about to begin.Zhao Mingting's seat was arranged at a position near the window and the aisle. The scenery on the fourth floor was quite wide except that he couldn't see the tops of the high-rise buildings over there.

He took out the student ID card and a gel pen in the schoolbag, got up and put the schoolbag on the window sill, and sat back on the seat.

"Hey? Are you sitting here?" A fat man came from the front, "That's far away from me, I can't copy you." The man sighed, as if he was very helpless, but his eyes were indeed smiling.

In view of the subtle height difference between the man standing and himself sitting, Zhao Mingting rolled his eyes at him. This is the Min Yu that Yi San'er was talking about. It was the first time I saw him so loudly before the exam that he wanted to plagiarize. of,

Sure enough, a fool.

Thinking of how Xu Zhixu beat himself up just because of this stupid remark, he couldn't get angry.Zhao Mingting looked down and saw a spent pen refill under his feet, and kicked it to the aisle, right next to the steps.

Min Yu seemed unhappy because Zhao Mingting ignored him and sang a one-man show, and turned around to return to his seat.

Zhao Mingting narrowed his eyes, wondering if he could step on the refill with his foot.Because he himself always makes mistakes because of the steps.

But Zhao Mingting just felt that he didn't know how to do it, and usually walked around swaggering and pulling his crotch, so he shouldn't be like him.

Zhao Mingting watched helplessly as he was wearing a pair of flamboyant blue sneakers, and slowly stepped on the ground with his right foot, the pen refill happened to be on the sole of his foot.

The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes were closed, and his head was buried in his arms so that his laughter could be covered.

Immediately afterwards he heard a bang, "Hey, I'll go, who is so wicked." Before Min Yu could stand up, he sat on the ground and started cursing.

This amount, Zhao Mingting thought to himself, giggling.

"This classmate invites you to return to your seat. The exam is about to start and we are going to hand out the papers." The teacher standing on the stage spat on his hand while pointing at Min Yu.

Zhao Mingting raised his head and saw Min Yu returning to the front row with a disheveled face. He looked at the papers with the teacher's saliva on them, "Spittle is clean, spittle is clean." He kept muttering to hypnotize himself.

"Damn it." He felt that he still couldn't pass the psychological test, but what could he do, why not take the test? "Don't let me see you, too." He felt unreasonably irritable when he said this, and the joy of Min Yu's lesson just now disappeared.

"What's your seat number for this classmate?" A teacher standing at the door asked the student who had just entered the door.

"66."

Zhao Mingting thought he was sitting right behind me, he looked up at the door, and even though the teacher was blocking most of his body and only the back of his head was exposed, he could recognize that it was He Zhixu.

When he saw He Zhixu put down his schoolbag and came over with a bottle of mineral water and a pen, and when the sunlight came through the window, He Zhixu smiled at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

Laughing until the eyes are gone.

Zhao Mingting thought.

Those joys seemed to come back again.

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