The moon in full bloom

The lights in the bar are getting dimmer as time goes by, creating an ambiguity in the gloom, but in front of a light bulb as big as Du Sa, and Tao Qingyang thinking about unfinished documents, it is not very Enjoy leisure time after work.

Wen Huan's long hair was cold and smooth, and it felt very good in the hand. Tao Qingyang stroked her hair with a heavy brow, obviously hiding something.

"It's painful to be with her, such a bad personality." Du Sa took advantage of Wen Huan's inspection in the wine cabinet, and said in a low voice, "Haha, you don't know, when she was a child..."

Tao Qingyang pursed his lips. After talking a few words just now, he also understood the personality of the eldest young master of the Du family. , I wonder what to ask her."

Du Sa touched his nose in embarrassment, "Why are you cuter than my sister?"

"Du Tangtang?" Tao Qingyang was very interested in that unsmiling iceberg beauty.

Du Sa spoke more vigorously: "You don't know, my sister was very cute when she was a child, she was a soft ball, and then it grew and became disabled, and became that virtue."

It was rare for him to express his love for his sister, and he dragged Tao Qingyang to talk non-stop. After self-awakening, Du Tangtang was extremely difficult to get along with, and only a thick-skinned like Wen Huan liked to get along with her.

"You actually had a good conversation with him, Qing Yang, I'm so disappointed in you..." Wen Huan came back with a large bottle of rum, shaking his head while walking.

That being said, she took a gulp of the cold liquid directly into the bottle, and continued to chat with Du Sa.

Because what the two of them were talking about was either mixed with things from their childhood, or they were talking about things that others couldn't understand. Anyway, Tao Qingyang couldn't get in the conversation, so he just made an excuse and went out.

"Come back soon." Wen Huan gave her a slightly worried look. He lost his appetite when eating and felt bored in the bar. Is this a sign of illness?

Tao Qingyang was out of place with this place, but Wen Huan was very comfortable with it. After playing dice games with Du Sa for a long time, he realized that there was no one around him.

She asked Du Sa to look at the bags of the two, pulled his collar and shook, and walked out of the bar.

The wind at night has lost the tormenting summer heat during the day, and it is very cool, more comfortable than the indoor air conditioner. When Wen Huan was blown by the wind, the smell of alcohol that was not strong in the first place immediately dissipated, and his mind was more sober than ever.

But Tao Qingyang was not outside.

Wen Huan shook his head and looked around, but he couldn't find anyone. He was about to go back to get his phone, when he suddenly found a light on in his car not far away.

She walked over slowly, and Tao Qingyang was indeed there, sitting in the back seat, illuminated by the lights on the roof, flipping through the stack of torn documents page by page.

"I was still looking for you, but here you are." Wen Huan opened the car door and got in, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing to the side of her.

Tao Qingyang hummed, then raised her head and asked, "Why don't you go play? I'm not very suitable for the atmosphere of the bar, so I came out by myself."

"Go back, go back, there will be a performance later!" Wen Huan stayed by her for a while, then became excited again, and pulled Tao Qingyang twice, seeing that the other party was still unmoved, he simply got out of the car and opened the door from the other side. Hugging and dragging the person out.

Tao Qingyang didn't have much interest, and his mind was still on the company's problems. When he was staggered into the bar, he was holding a few documents in his left hand.

She thought that according to Wen Huan's taste, the so-called performance that could excite her must be a very vulgar pole dance or something, but she didn't expect that the bar was still as quiet as ever, and even the previous music could not be heard.

Du Sa was still sitting in the corner, holding a few dice in his hand and throwing them on the table. When the dice stopped, they showed red fours. Tao Qingyang nodded at him and sat down next to Wen Huan. It was dark and unable to read the information, so she secretly dialed the phone to turn on the lighting function.

There was a small stage in the bar, and there was an LCD screen installed on the stage. Because it didn't take up much space, Tao Qingyang thought it was just for display at first.

Not long after, two young boys walked up and bowed. One of them was holding a guitar, and the other was carrying a pile of bottles and cans. At this moment, the lights were turned on, and the screen behind them also lit up. .

When a person starts to play the guitar, someone in the audience sends a template, and the camera focuses on the template.

Tao Qingyang wasn't interested at first, but was attracted by their mysterious movements, so he took a few more glances—it turned out to be sand paintings.

The hand on the screen is very flexible, and the colored sand seems to be alive in his palm. Coupled with the accompaniment of the guitar and appropriate lighting, it forms a beautiful scene.

He wiped the sand off the whiteboard and replaced it with a sticker template.

When Tao Qingyang was in school, his graduation project was an advertisement inspired by sand paintings, so he was very familiar with it. Using a self-adhesive template, the scenery he drew really became a painting, which can be preserved for a long time.

In the quiet landscape picture, a group of fireflies are dotted in the dark blue forest, and the deep tone can also draw a sense of layering, which shows the author's technique.

After the sand painting was completed, someone stood up immediately, called a number, and someone followed immediately, and the two sides actually started bidding.

It turned out that the painting was going to be auctioned.

Tao Qingyang glanced at Wen Huan. The other party seemed to know that she had a problem. He still stared at the stage, but said in a low voice, "They're not my employees. They're students from the Academy of Fine Arts. They're here to work."

The painting finally sold for a high price. The two boys smiled shyly. Before they left, they came to Wen Huan's place to say hello and said they would pay a commission.

"Aren't you two going to class tomorrow?" Wen Huan rolled his eyes and drove the person away, "Remember to come next week."

Tao Qingyang was about to praise her good moral character, but after the two students left, the lights and music went crazy for a moment.

then.

A pole dancer came on the stage.

Tao Qingyang: "..."

She lowered her head silently, and looked at the information with the help of the chaotic and shifting light.

A hand was stretched out from the side to cover her eyes, Tao Qingyang slapped that hand away, and continued to read, but Wen Huan refused to let her go, and withdrew the document again.

"Don't bother me, you can play by yourself." Tao Qingyang rubbed that hand, "I'm busy."

"I'm still busy after get off work." Wen Huan curled his lips.

"I can't help it. I need it tomorrow. I can't be familiar with the work for several days." Tao Qingyang is still good-tempered, but his patience is on the verge of limit.

It's not that Wen Huan doesn't know how tiring her work is, she should go home after dinner, and she even took her out to play!

"Tomorrow's work will be done tomorrow, you should relax now." Wen Huan held up the document, touched a lighter from the table, and lit it neatly.

Seeing the flames jumping up and paper ashes flying, Du Sa was afraid of causing a fire, so he slapped the fire out with a slap.

Tao Qingyang snatched only half of the burnt documents.

"What are you doing!" The voice was faintly raised, and she was angry and angry.These materials will be returned tomorrow, and now they are burned like this, what should she do?

Wen Huan smiled happily: "Don't worry, it's useless if the file expires, and it's not good to burn it. Let's play together, and you can play truth or dare later!"

Tao Qingyang was irritated by her indifferent tone, and her voice was much tougher: "It's not a question of whether it is useful or not. I borrowed those things from the company. always say!"

"It's a big deal, let me help you." Wen Huan raised her head, but she still didn't care about anything, or her thoughts were elsewhere, "I think you are tired enough these days, you should come out and relax .”

"...I don't like it." Tao Qingyang pursed his lips, in order not to disturb others, his voice was so low that only Du Sa who was sitting opposite could hear, "If you really want to treat me well, let me go back to work."

"Work, work, it's not that I haven't suffered from work, so I don't want you to be like this. Just make sense, and going to work is not a fun thing." Wen Huan didn't intend to apologize for his behavior, and threw the fragments of information into the In the trash can under the table.

Seeing their quarrel, Du Sa seemed very happy, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from another table, watched them while eating melon seeds, and couldn't stop fanning the flames: "Yes, yes, you want to go to work, she doesn't want you to go to work, the conflict is too great gone."

"Shut up." Wen Huan glared at him.

Du Sa smiled, continued to eat melon seeds, and watched a good show.

Even if there was a conflict, Tao Qingyang didn't want to show it in front of others, so he had better find a place where no one was around and talk about it.So he took Wen Huan's hand and walked straight outside.

Wen Huan also wanted to talk to her very much. When he went out, he pointed to Du Sa and said to the waiter, "Look carefully, this guy wants to stay overnight in our store today, so you set fire to this place."

Du Sa blew a kiss.

The two returned to the car, Tao Qingyang stepped on the accelerator, Wen Huan didn't fasten his seat belt, swayed, and said in surprise: "I thought it was just to talk, I'll go back later."

"It's too late, I have to go to work tomorrow!" Tao Qingyang focused on the road.

It's a long way from here to Wen's villa, even if you drive fast, it will take nearly an hour.

"Then don't go to work." Wen Huan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, still saying the same thing.

Tao Qingyang was silent for a long time before he figured out the difference in thinking between the two, "...I am different from you."

"Why is it different? We are of the same gender." Wen Huan was out of character, she was seldom angry, and she would never get angry with Tao Qingyang, but felt that the other party had made too much unnecessary effort.

It was late, the street lights were bright, and the empty road was not lonely at all.

Wen Huan really didn't want Tao Qingyang to go to work. She had a very difficult life in the early years, and she didn't want Tao Qingyang to suffer.

It's not that the family is too poor to afford food, as for it?

Boss Wen, who is rich and safe, is very dissatisfied.

And Tao Qingyang has only one goal, work, work, and then reach the pinnacle of life.

The author has something to say: slept through. .Just put it on now. . .