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Here Qin Shi wanted to cry while holding the phone, and in the city, Yao Guang wanted to cry even more while holding the phone.

She just wants to stay at home quietly and be a quiet beautiful girl, with the computer and snacks as companions.

Why would you be dragged out to drink in the middle of the night, forget about drinking, why don't you give people a barbecue!

Not to mention not giving people barbecue, how long will she stay in this low-pressure center, she can hardly bear it.

Yao Guang swallowed, turned his head to look at Wen Xiange who was sitting next to him without speaking, but kept toasting to himself, after thinking about it again and again, he stretched out his hand weakly.

Before his hand touched the wine bottle beside Singer Wen Xian, he heard Wen Xian Ge's low voice: "Why?"

Yao Guang was taken aback for a moment, then stopped and retracted.

"Why?" Wen Xiange repeated in a murmur, not knowing whether he was asking someone or himself.

She still remembers that day four years ago, when she was very bored and wandering in the post bar, she saw a second-level trumpet with the ID name Yuerenge posted a new post, and the post was not posted according to the post bar format.As a small bar of Tieba, when you see this kind of post, it is a matter of course to click on it to remind the host to post according to the format.

After clicking on the post, except for a string of URLs on the first floor, there is nothing left.There is neither a post bar agreement to send Du Niang on the first floor, a picture of the town building on the first floor, and there is not even a word of introduction.

With the idea of ​​"this newcomer is so cold" and full of curiosity, Wen Xiange clicked on that website, it was a new song.

The name is very simple. It uses the name of the Yuefu "Long Song Xing". The prelude is a very soothing tune. After 30 seconds, the style of the tune becomes more and more magnificent. After 10 seconds, someone's voice gradually sounds, and it is a two-line chanting.

Life is not a safe life, drunk into the East China Sea to ride a long whale.

As soon as Wen Xiange heard these two sentences, he knew that this little newcomer was very bold. The words were "Long Song Xing" by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty - Life is not a safe life, and then he composed and arranged the music himself in the later stage.

Many people who don't know the ancient style circle often say that there are so many excellent Han, Tang, Song, and Yuan songs in China for 5000 years, why don't they compose them into songs, but write some words that don't rhyme.To be honest, this is indeed the case. The charm of China's 5000-year-old cultural treasure is unimaginable, but people today are not ancient people. How many people who tried to do this were sprayed and never dared to touch it again.There is no other reason, nothing more than lack of skill, unable to write the artistic conception that the original words should have.

Although the audience can't tell the good from the bad, they have the most intuitive evaluation method.That's how they feel when they read the words. Can your composition make them feel this way?

Yes, that's good.No, then don’t say anything, one word, spray!

If you don't spray it until your grandma doesn't recognize it, you won't let it go.

But Wen Xiange is not an ordinary listener, she is a professional person, she knew from the first sentence that this newcomer is talented.

Then the story between them develops like all novels, she discovers her, helps her, protects her, watches her grow from a little transparent to today's ancient goddess, likes her in the process, and then stays like a day for several years Be by her side.

It’s just that this story didn’t have a happy ending like a novel, the person who waited obsessively couldn’t wait for the same return from that person, watching her write songs for the same person every year, watching her act coquettishly on Weibo, all these It has nothing to do with her.

Maybe no matter how long it takes, Wen Xiange will always be in Yue Renge's heart, just a friend in the circle, someone who helped her a lot in her early years, what else can she have?

I'm afraid it's nothing.

In Yue Renge's heart, besides her songs, besides Loulan, what else can she pretend to be?

The song that I lost to her, I also accepted.But losing to Loulan, why, she refused to accept it.

Yao Guang didn't speak any more, and didn't try to persuade Wen Xiange again, but took another bottle from the beer box next to the seat and opened it himself, raised his head and gulped most of the bottle down.

The night was dark, and almost all the people on the food festival had left. The bosses all yelled at the guys to clean up the tables and prepare to leave.

The bearded boss put down the spatula in his hand, rubbed his greasy hands on the apron twice, and gave the boy who was staring blankly at Yao Guang's table a wink.The little guy cleverly accepted the wink sent by the boss, arranged the last table in his hands, ignored a person who was already lying there, walked straight to Yao Guang who seemed to be awake, and said with an embarrassed smile, " Hey girl, do you think we're closing here, you two?"

Yao Guang rubbed his eyes and looked around. Sure enough, the bustling night market is now pitifully few people. There are only a few stalls with customers who have not left and the lights are on. A cold war broke out in his heart. Fortunately, nothing happened. The thing is, if there are any bad guys, they won't know if they are sold out like this.

A few minutes later, Wen Xiange who was already lying on the table, Wen Xiange muttered twice and didn't move.Yao Guang had no choice but to smile at the boy apologetically, and then said, "How much is it?"

The little guy reported a number in a hurry, and happily returned to the boss after receiving the money.

Yaoguang habitually opened the fast taxi, but the interface actually showed that there was no car around, so she pressed "take a taxi now" without giving up, and prayed silently in her heart, "Someone must pick it up. Please." .

However, the sky was not what people wanted, and after a short but long 2 minutes passed, Yao Guang gave up helplessly.Put the mobile phone back into the bag, glanced at the "Mingde Hotel" standing at the entrance of the night market that I saw earlier in the morning, and then stared at it with hatred. Under her unremitting efforts to push and push, she was a little awake at this time, sat up and rubbed Wen Xiange, scratching his head, was finally frustrated and walked slowly towards "Mingde Hotel" with one hand hooking their bags and the other helping someone who couldn't walk.

After struggling to open the door with the room card, Yao Guang used the last of her strength to throw Wen Xiange, a woman who weighed as much as a pig and put most of her body weight on her, onto the carpet next to the bed On the ground, he stepped over the person on the ground and sat on the sofa. The whole person wished he could sink into the sofa and let out a long and comfortable breath.

As soon as the person relaxes, the spirit of alcohol comes up. The four bottles of beer that I drank in the stomach at this time all rushed to the head at this moment, leaning on the arm of the sofa and tilting my head, just thinking about nothing, squinting for a while Sleeping on the bed, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the person on the carpet standing up staggeringly and then began to take off his pants as if no one else was there, and the next step would be to take off his clothes and get on the bed.

Now all the drowsiness from alcohol was gone, Yao Guang's small face turned red, and he immediately got up and ran to Wen Xiange's side and held down the paw that was about to take off his clothes.

Wen Xiange tried to open her dazed eyes wide, um, it was Yaoguang, she still recognized it, and then threw herself into Yaoguang's arms, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, humming, humming, as if she hadn't Like a weaned kitten, Yao Guang's heart softened when he heard it.

But no matter how soft-hearted she is, she must never be allowed to go to bed without taking a shower!She didn't intend to sleep on the sofa all night.

Like coaxing a child, dragging Wen Xiange, the big tit cat, from the bedroom into the bathroom, half coaxed and half hugged, and then Yao Guang found that she was facing a huge problem.

What about clothes?

But soon there was no time for her to think about this difficult problem.

The hot water slowly filled the bathtub, and the bathroom was filled with warm water vapor. The steamed person's whole body's blood rushed to his face. Wen Xiange grabbed the hem of his clothes and kept muttering.

Yao Guang didn't want to be shy, and she was deceiving herself as she stripped Wen Xiange's clothes one by one, "Anyway, the bathroom is full of steam, and I can't see anything."

Wen Xiange heard the rumble of the hair dryer in the bathroom stop, rubbed her head and opened her eyes, her eyes were still blurred, only a familiar figure came closer and closer, and then stopped by the bed.

Accompanied by a peach-flavored fragrance, a soft touch lightly passed over Wen Xiange's lips, moist and moist, making Wen Xiange, whose mouth was dry and about to go crazy, couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold the lips. figure.

Yao Guang originally only planned to give her a light kiss to satisfy her thoughts for so many years, but unexpectedly, when she wanted to leave, she was firmly held and unable to move.Wen Xiange's lips kissed her, and a faint but not unpleasant smell of alcohol came from the mouth.

Wen Xiange was no longer satisfied with light touches, a dexterous little tongue cleverly entered Yaoguang's mouth, gently pried open the white teeth, and invited Yaoguang's fragrant tongue to dance with it.

Wen Xiange's kiss was both green and reckless, Yao Guang opened her eyes and carefully looked at the intoxicated man with closed eyes, she felt her body was getting hotter and hotter because of Wen Xiange's kiss, she knew what might happen next, But this is the person she has been thinking about for so many years, how could she be willing to reject her.

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