galaxy sunset

Dim lights, loud music, dancing crowd on the dance floor, Zhou Luoluo feels this strange everything, only feels that his heart is beating fast, he is a little scared, but more curious, his eyes are unblinking Look to the center of the dance floor.

"Luoluo, what do you think of this place?" His friend came close to his ear and said loudly.

Zhou Luoluo shook his body, then turned his head to look at Fan Jiarong, he opened his mouth and lowered his head to write and draw on the electronic screen: "It's very noisy here."

Fan Jiarong laughed when he saw these words, put his hand on Zhou Luoluo's shoulder, and said loudly, "Don't you think it's funny?"

Zhou Luoluo turned his head to look at the dance floor, bit his lips lightly, and then responded: "Interesting."

It's just that such a noisy and exciting life is not suitable for him, but this time, a friend specially brought him to the bar to experience it. Zhou Luoluo didn't want to disappoint Fan Jiarong, so he smiled and wrote on the screen: "Go and join them Let's play."

Fan Jiarong invited: "Come together?"

Zhou Luoluo shook his head: "I don't know how to play games." He paused, and then wrote on the screen: "Go and play, don't worry about me."

Fan Jiarong was still a little worried about his friend, so he pulled Zhou Luoluo: "Then sit next to me and don't run around."

Zhou Luoluo nodded and obediently followed behind Fan Jiarong.

The two sat down, and someone handed him a wine glass. Fan Jiarong took his own and extended his hand to politely decline Zhou Luoluo's drink. He beckoned for the bartender and explained to his friends: "Luoluo doesn't drink, I'll drink for him."

Fan Jiarong had told his friends about Zhou Luoluo's special situation before he came, so no one present made things difficult for him.

Seeing this, Zhou Luoluo quickly lowered her head and wrote, "Sorry." Then she quietly wrote two small characters to Fan Jiarong: "Thank you."

Fan Jiarong patted him on the shoulder indifferently: "It's a small matter."

Although Zhou Luoluo is a mute, but he has delicate features and good-looking appearance, especially his pair of clear and bright eyes, which are quite eye-catching as he keeps looking around and tentatively.

After a while, someone sat next to Zhou Luoluo. The man who came was a tall man with a wine glass in his hand and a slight smile on his face: "Hello, this is our first meeting."

Zhou Luoluo was taken aback, and quickly turned his head to look. Seeing the strange man leaning so close to him, he unconsciously moved to the other side, and then bowed his head and responded, "Hello."

"Add a WeChat?" the man said.

Hearing this, Zhou Luoluo first looked at Fan Jiarong for help, but the other party was currently addicted to the game, Zhou Luoluo had no choice but to turn his head around, he staggered his eyes and dared not meet the man's gaze, and looked down at a blank screen.

The silent answer was a silent rejection, and the man didn't force it. He smiled regretfully: "Then I won't make things difficult for you." Then, he held the wine glass and lightly touched the drink in front of Luoluo next week: "Have a good time tonight."

Zhou Luoluo reacted quickly this time, holding up the screen: "Thank you."

The man smiled and shook his head, then left with a glass of wine.

Seeing the back of the other party leaving, Zhou Luoluo breathed a sigh of relief, and took a sip of the watermelon juice Fan Jiarong ordered for him.

He really couldn't cope with such a scene, and his response to the man was unavoidably rude. Zhou Luoluo felt a little apologetic, but soon, his eyes returned to the center of the dance floor.

From the moment he stepped into the bar, Zhou Luoluo saw that figure. The dim light made him unable to see the person's appearance clearly, but he couldn't move his eyes away in a strange way.

"Luoluo, what are you looking at?" Fan Jiarong had finished playing a round of the game, and when he turned his head, he saw his friend staring intently not far away. He followed Zhou Luoluo's line of sight, but only saw the dancing crowd, so Fan Jiarong asked, "Luoluo, what are you looking at?"

Zhou Luoluo came back to her senses, dodged her eyes a few times, pursed her lips and shook her head.

Fan Jiarong didn't pay attention when he saw this, thinking he was just in a daze, so he said: "Are you bored, do you want to go back?" He looked at the dance floor, paused, and asked tentatively: "Or do you want to go dancing over there?"

Seeing that his friend misunderstood what he meant, Zhou Luoluo hurriedly waved his hands.

Fan Jiarong smiled: "Do you want to try it?"

"..." Zhou Luoluo gripped the tablet hard, with a tangled expression.

Fan Jiarong knew him well and knew that Zhou Luoluo was hesitating, so he simply stood up and stretched out his hand to silently invite his friend.

Zhou Luoluo looked around nervously, her palms sweated a little, but she still gritted her teeth and accepted Fan Jiarong's invitation.

Holding hands by Fan Jiarong, Zhou Luoluo walked towards the dance floor in a hurry, while looking around secretly, looking for that figure.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here." Fan Jiarong took Zhou Luoluo's wrist and pulled him to the edge of the dance floor bit by bit.

Stepping onto the dance floor, Zhou Luoluo buried his head and dared not look up. Fan Jiarong knew that his personality dictated it and didn't force it. He just brought his friends to keep up with the beat of the music and gradually blended into the environment.

There were people standing all around, and if Zhou Luoluo wasn't paying attention, he would bump into strangers. He quickly shrunk his shoulders, held onto Fan Jiarong's sleeves tightly, and looked down at the floor, seeing all kinds of shoes.

Where will that person be?

Zhou Luoluo thought.

Just take a look.

He tightened his grip on Fan Jiarong's sleeve, thinking that it was enough to just look up.

"Luoluo! Are you happy tonight?" Fan Jiarong took Zhou Luoluo's hand and waved it in the air. There was a smile on his face, and he was relaxed and happy, completely opposite to Zhou Luoluo's embarrassed expression.

Zhou Luoluo stood on the spot, staring blankly at his friend before nodding his head unresponsively.

They stood on the edge of the dance floor. Even though Fan Jiarong had worked hard enough to make Zhou Luoluo blend into the environment, Zhou Luoluo still seemed a bit out of place. Zhou Luoluo who was standing stupidly quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Look at that man, he looks so dumb." Not far away, a man pointed to the edge of the dance floor, jokingly said, "Standing there stupidly, I don't know what I'm doing."

Xie Xinghe, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner drinking, heard this and followed the prestige, and a man with a flustered and immature face came into view. He didn't laugh at the man like a friend, but looked at him seriously, half-closed his eyes , the expression is a bit complicated.

The friend was not catered to, so he turned his head and saw Xie Xinghe's thoughtful look, touched Xie Xinghe with his shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Why, you don't like him, do you?"

Xie Xinghe didn't answer, he took a sip of wine with his glass, but his eyes stayed on the man by the dance floor.

Seeing his reaction like this, the surprised people turned into friends, he looked at Xie Xinghe in surprise: "No way, you just broke up for less than half a month, and you have thoughts of falling in love again?"

Xie Xinghe responded this time. He looked sideways at his friend and said with a smile: "Could it be possible that I will stay with you like a widow for another three to five years?" The next friend stayed on the deck speechless.

Xie Xinghe tidied up his clothes, then stretched out his hand to scratch his hair casually, and walked towards the dance floor.

At this time, Zhou Luoluo turned his back to Xie Xinghe, and under the leadership of Fan Jiarong, he began to slowly try to dance. This was a feeling he had never had before. Soon, he was somewhat addicted to such a novel experience, even There was no one who stood beside him.

Xie Xinghe didn't expect that the other party would ignore his existence, he raised his eyebrows, and looked at this person seriously, as he got closer, he could observe the other party's appearance more clearly.

With fair skin, red lips and white teeth, he looks like he has a good temper, which is Xie Xinghe's favorite type.

He nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and patted the other person's shoulder: "Hello."

Zhou Luoluo was startled by the touch on his shoulder, he quickly hid beside his friend, turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and when he saw the person who struck up a conversation, Zhou Luoluo was surprised and pleasantly surprised, with his mouth open and he was stunned.

Seeing the other party's eyes wide open in astonishment, and the expression on his face still showing some horror, Xie Xinghe quickly withdrew his hand: "Sorry, I scared you."

The loud music hindered the communication between the two. Xie Xinghe wanted to come forward to talk, but he was afraid that he would scare the other party again. He didn't expect this man to be so timid, so he had no choice but to stand where he was, and tentatively said: "Go down!" have a drink?"

Fan Jiarong heard this sentence clearly, and was just about to say no for Zhou Luoluo, but there was a strong force in his arm, he turned his head to look at his friend, and saw Zhou Luoluo sticking his head out, with a shy expression on his face, slightly shaking his head. Nodding his head, Fan Jiarong couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear in shock, but he followed his friend's wishes and walked down the dance floor, took a seat to the booth and said.

Xie Xinghe looked at another strange man, hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked with a smile: "This is...?"

Fan Jiarong took the initiative to introduce himself: "I am his friend."

Xie Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the smile on his face deepened a bit, he sat beside Zhou Luoluo, his voice was gentle: "Hello, my name is Xie Xinghe, how about you?"

Zhou Luoluo calmed down when he heard the other party's question, he froze, and it took several seconds before he responded: "Zhou Luoluo."

Looking at the words on the screen, Xie Xinghe was stunned for a moment but quickly realized that he didn't ask any more questions, but instead praised the other party's name: "Luoluo is generous, it sounds nice."

Zhou Luoluo lowered her eyes, her mood fluctuated a little, and she exerted a little force on her hand holding the tablet.

Xie Xinghe didn't notice the change in his mood, instead he handed him a glass of wine.

"Luoluo doesn't drink." Fan Jiarong said.

Xie Xinghe paused for a moment, then put down his wine glass, smiled and looked at Zhou Luoluo: "Then let's drink something else. Sparkling water? Or watermelon juice?"

He called the bartender and asked Zhou Luoluo's opinion.

"Watermelon juice, thank you." Zhou Luoluo felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the other party's blunt eyes, he blinked his eyes, not daring to look at Xie Xinghe.

Xie Xinghe smiled lightly: "No thanks."

He looked at Zhou Luoluo's face, half-closed his eyes, and saw that the person in front of him became more and more uneasy, and then he asked slowly, "Are you still a student?"

Zhou Luoluo shook his head: "Work."

"In this way, I see that you still have a bit of student spirit, it seems that I was wrong." Xie Xinghe took a sip of his wine and continued to chat with him.

The two exchanged questions and answers for a while, and Xie Xinghe figured out Zhou Luoluo's situation. He didn't expect Zhou Luoluo to be so innocent.

"It's getting late, we planned to leave." Xie Xinghe stood up, and winked at his friend, who immediately cooperated with him to stand up, pretending that they were about to leave the bar immediately.

Zhou Luoluo was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he just looked at Xie Xinghe a few more times, and didn't write to respond to him.

Xie Xinghe then said: "Let's add a WeChat? It's convenient to meet again next time."

Hearing Xie Xinghe say goodbye next time, Zhou Luoluo couldn't help but feel a little joy in his heart, he nodded and took out his mobile phone, and the two exchanged contact information.

"Then I'm leaving, let's make an appointment."

Zhou Luoluo waved to him, and he didn't sit back on the sofa until he couldn't see Xie Xinghe's figure.

"You like him?" Fan Jiarong couldn't understand seeing his friend's reaction like this, but he had complicated emotions and couldn't help but ask for proof.

Zhou Luoluo's face was blank at first, but when he realized it, his face turned red.

Fan Jiarong didn't force him to answer, but just looked at his friend quietly.

After a while, Zhou Luoluo wrote: "I don't know, maybe it is."

He has never liked anyone, and he doesn't know what it feels like to like.