private romance

Song Mingzheng was not used to it. If no one brought him drinks in a place like a bar, he would feel strange instead.

He already accounted for [-]% of the advantages that appearance can bring.

Mu Chenyuan didn't recover for several minutes.The girl on the stage has already started her performance.The smoke voice is mellow, very skillful, has been learned, and sings well.

He was stunned by the sound of the music, and turned his head to look at Song Mingzheng in a daze.The man remained silent, and he didn't look like he was very interested in the song.He occasionally took a sip of the mango juice he ordered himself, and before he knew it, he had already drank most of it.

Eight fifty-eight.The song is over.

"Wait, listen."

Song Mingzheng knocked on the table, forcing Mu Chenyuan to recover.

Everything was as expected, the girl got off the stage surrounded by crowds and cheers, and when she saw Song Mingzheng standing up, she immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, and sat back down to pretend to touch up her makeup.

The heroine will call the curtain call, and the actor will naturally start his performance.

At 58:58:47, Song Mingzheng unlocked the phone while standing up.At [-]:[-]:[-], he walked up to the stage amidst the din of voices. Mu Chenyuan sat at his original position and watched him go up, slightly dazed.

"Oh my god! Come on! Applause is ringing! The gentleman at table 29 is now on our stage! Come on, let us see which song he is going to choose!"

"Love Story Part [-]."

A deep male voice spread through the microphone, Song Mingzheng leaned on the high stool on the stage, put one hand in his pocket, and took a guitar with the other hand.He paused, and the ending sounded with a slight smile, "One, a little surprise."

He pulled out his hand, and when he left, he had already pressed the voice call on the prepared interface, and the guitar in his hand began to flow out chords with the last word in his words, seamlessly linked.

Nine o'clock sharp.

"I don't know if I miss you ten or a hundred times every night, and I go to wait every night because I am so infatuated. Can we work together to continue this story and continue this love for the rest of our lives?"

In the past, there were summer nights with cicadas singing, and there were also winter nights with snow.

The only time in his life that he gave love and was willing to give his heart to someone, he had already decided that no matter when in the future, he would do his best to protect him.

If I promised, it is still valid now, I only like you.

It's not easy for a person like him to fall in love with someone.

I also go to wait every night because I am extremely infatuated.

Song Mingzheng also sang this song here ten years ago to thank the boy who mustered up the courage to climb his garden.

The owner of this store was still a young man of their age at that time, and he loved to engage in these romantic affairs.I probably thought the young people were brave, so I gave them a few bottles of spirits with a wave of my hand.Song Mingzheng and He Tingzhao saw that these expensive foreign wines were seen a lot, so they didn't pay much attention to them. He Tingzhao was elated by his song, but in the end they only let him drink, and drank most of the wine by themselves.

Singing it now, there is an illusion as if he has passed away, obviously he himself is still young.

His gun was hung on his waist, and the metal was not comfortable when he sat down. Song Mingzheng suddenly remembered that he never seemed to belong to such a life.

Baby, I don't know if you still like it after all these years.Or, like me, it just feels like it's all just a big dream.

After the song was over, Song Mingzheng hung up the voice the first second after it ended.He sang very well, but he hadn't opened his voice for many years, and the audience exclaimed. Many people checked on their mobile phones, thinking that he might be a vocal trainee who came out of an entertainment company.

The host took him kindly and asked him if he was responding to the woman at table 13.Song Mingzheng glanced at him with cold eyes, and pointed to Mu Chenyuan who was moved to the point of tears in the distance.

We are all young people, and after watching this, we can understand that they are probably a gay couple.

Without entanglement, the host wanted to move on to the next one quickly, but the climax of this interaction seemed to have ended.

After all, there will never be another singer who sings so well and has such a skin.

"Brother...Brother!" Mu Chenyuan was speechless, tears were streaming down his face, and he didn't know how to wipe it off, he just held the rim and circled Song Mingzheng.Song Mingzheng rolled his eyes silently, touched a cigarette, and didn't bother to pay attention to Mu Chenyuan's self-indulgent sentimentality, so he raised his chin at him, signaling to go out and smoke.

The evening breeze was blowing, and the air conditioner was blowing in the house for an hour.His coat fell on the deck, and he suddenly got out from the back door at this moment, feeling a little cold.

After the voice hung up, He Tingzhao sent a very cute emoji, which meant to wait for him to call again.It's time for He Tingzhao to rest at nine o'clock, so this love story that belongs to the night cannot be delayed for too long.

"Going to sleep?" The back door of the bar is a dirty place, a whole street of back doors are here, they are like dumps, with stains from decades.But away from the music and hustle and bustle coming from every store, it is suitable for making phone calls, watching the moon, and falling in love.

"No." The lover's voice sounded, and it sounded a little dull, "I'm not waiting for your follow-up candy."

Song Mingzheng smiled, his voice became gentle involuntarily, and the scarlet fire on his fingertips was beautiful, "Where is there any sugar, I told you that it was something I played with."

"I really miss it. It's been a long time, and I still remember it." He Tingzhao's words sounded like a baby. The two of them have been together for too long, and they don't really need it anymore.

Song Mingzheng didn't plan to talk too much to him, but he still hoped that He Tingzhao could rest early. Originally, he just wanted to make him happy when he was not at home. "I remember it too. Do you like fireworks?"

"It's pretty good, you should wear more," He Tingzhao couldn't help telling, "It's raining in Dongcheng."

"Oh, I know." Song Mingzheng extinguished the fire, and threw the cigarette butts into the unseen garbage downstairs. "Baby, go to bed early."

"wait for my return."

Hang up the phone, for Song Mingzheng, now is the real quiet.

Everything else seems to be easy to do. After all, his worry is only in one place.

Back at the bar, Mu Chenyuan had put away his tears, but seeing him back, he was still uncontrollably happy, his mood was written on his face, and he could see everything at a glance.

"Let's go, you're going back to the hospital tomorrow... what are you doing?" Song Mingzheng walked back to his seat to get his coat, and when he got closer, his face suddenly became ugly.

"It's such a waste not to drink!" Mu Chenyuan blushed, not ashamed to be assertive.Now he feels that he has to go along with Song Mingzheng in everything, and he is in a great mood. "That wine is too bitter... I can't drink it, so I'll drink this juice, and I'll drink the rest."

"You're not afraid of urinary tract infection from drinking too much." Song Mingzheng snorted coldly, really not wanting to talk to Mu Chenyuan.There was a large crowd, and they ate all the things that others gave plus what they ordered. He was never short of money, but he just felt that he couldn't keep his face like this, and it was really embarrassing to throw home.

After paying the bill, Song Mingzheng directly pushed the door and went out. Mu Chenyuan fell behind and Xie hurried out to follow. The two were one in front of the other, not far behind, and soon disappeared into the vast crowd of the city that never sleeps.

The bar was still full of people.

Song Mingzheng caused a small sensation, but people here always enjoy themselves in time, and their troubles are quickly forgotten. The girls at table 13 soon toasted with their friends again. After the interaction, the resident singer came back on stage, and the atmosphere was joyous.

The waiter pushed the dining car into the VIP room.

"Miss, here is the pear juice you ordered."

The girl put on light makeup, opened a small gap in the door, politely took the drink from the waiter, and quickly closed the box door.

The room was too quiet, completely different from the noise outside.

He Tingzhao curled up on the sofa, the nurse put down his drink and immediately bent down, and massaged his stiff lower back with another nurse.

"It really hurts a bit." He raised his head slightly and smiled, his face pale as paper. "My mother only said it was raining, but she didn't say it was so heavy. I should have known."

"I won't come."