Beauty across the cloud

【6May you never regret, may you never look back】

As soon as she entered the small underground bar, Luo Miao knew Xiang Mengzhou was bragging.Dim lights, rickety tables and chairs, wine bottles flowing into a river on the floor with footprints, and the sound of gurgling replaced the dingdong of the spring water.There is only a little bit of light streaming down from the lamp, which is very stingy. Besides, I don't know what is shining, pink, fluorescent yellow, faintly, and there are some unknown objects on the way forward, which I can't see clearly.She walked carefully so as not to be hit by stones in the stream.Going further in, there is also some indescribable strange smell, like alcohol, but sweet, bitter with honey, pouring into the nasal cavity from the dark front.

Just this place, still need tickets?She couldn't help laughing in her heart, and for a moment she forgot how nervous she was before coming here, and also forgot that part of this anxiety was because she was about to meet her sweetheart, and part of it was because she was afraid of seeing a bright and happy Xiang Xiang again. Mengzhou.

Self-esteem can kill a young man.

But you must never lose your self-esteem.

Luo Miao would not admit that she was jealous, but in fact she felt that she was far from jealous.She neither wants to replace Xiang Mengzhou, nor is she interested in what Xiang Mengzhou currently has.The only thing she cares about is probably that she doesn't want to be reminded of her pitiful situation all the time.

But strangely, Xiang Mengzhou has such a function.On the way here, Luo Miao was still thinking, would this kind of person be proud forever?Will he have bad luck?I really want to see his unlucky appearance!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile, as if this person's unlucky situation was imminent.

However, when he came here, the unlucky one didn't see him, so he took a big mouthful of cigarettes first.The ventilation conditions here are worrying, so as far as the eye can see, the gray smoke is forced to circulate back and forth in the room and cannot be dispersed.Luo Miao coughed twice, followed by another big puff of smoke, like a punch in the face—someone sprayed it on her face on purpose.

She looked up angrily, and a red-haired woman whose neckline almost reached her navel stretched out her arms to embrace her, and her slender fingers covered with various ornaments were carelessly wiping her face. Lots of jewelry, Luo Miao never wears jewelry, she finds it disgusting.The woman's laughter was so hearty that it sounded like it came from some mountain, and the whole aisle echoed: "Who's lamb has gone astray, come and claim it, or I'll take it home!"

She was tall, about as tall as the boys.Even when she was talking and laughing wildly, she still had a cigarette in her mouth, her chest was warm, and Luo Miao was a little dazed when she pulled her violently.She heard a man in the booth next to him laughingly calling her "Shen Zengli, don't scare her".Someone else said: "This girl is unfamiliar, is she here to find someone?"

Of course she came looking for someone, but it was Luo Yiyun or Xiang Mengzhou, she didn't know how to answer for a while.

She came for Luo Yiyun, but she was invited to Mengzhou.

She definitely cared more about Luo Yiyun, but Mengzhou invited her after all.

As soon as she was dazed, she missed the best time to answer. Fortunately, someone rescued her in time.There was a man sitting on the stage tuning a guitar who was attracted by the dispute here. He also had a cigarette in his mouth. Like everyone here, he blended into the crowd of people, without any trace of specialness. "Zeng Li , don't scare her."

Today Xiang Mengzhou was still wearing baggy overalls and an old T-shirt. Because of the dim light, Luo Miao couldn't tell if he was cleaner or more sloppy even if he blinked hard.He is facing the crowd at the moment, without raising his head, Luo Miao only had time to see half of his outline: the hair must be very smooth, but it is slightly long and needs to be cut, and the end of the hair extends out of the forehead curve, connecting the brow bone downward And the bridge of the nose, like three rivers converging together.There is a small lamp on the stage, the lines of light are soft, and the water of the river is warm.

There is still half a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and there is a faint scarlet fire.

Although she never made a sound, he obviously knew that she had come.There is no need to speak, her scent is here; no need to walk, her breath is already in the ears.She was a stone that crashed into the surface of the lake, fell silently into the center of the lake, but knocked out a circle of ripples.

"Cut," the woman called Zeng Li heard Xiang Mengzhou talking, with a disdainful expression on her face, she said disappointedly, "I'm here to look for you."

Luo Miao felt someone push her gently from behind, she had to take two steps forward, Xiang Mengzhou just raised her head at this moment.I thought it was her who came here on my own initiative, but the originally expressionless face suddenly became more vivid, as if the ice and snow melted and the flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring.At that time, Luo Miao had an illusion for a moment. When the face was just raised, the expression was a little confused.A little bit of light in the room pours into the depths of the eyes and merges into two small circles, like the remaining ice left on the thawed river at the end of winter, fragile and useless, it is stubbornly reflected on the blue river when it reaches the end Sunlight.

Luo Miao suddenly wanted to blurt out at that moment: "Are you also vulnerable? But why?"

However, it was not said after all.I don't know who came in again, causing cheers.Zeng Li rushed forward, grabbed Luo Miao's shoulders, and forced her to turn her head: "Sister, do you think we have many handsome guys here? If you stare at that Xiang, there is no future—" she said while Reach out and point.The gorgeous fingernails are like a flashing signal light, directing her gaze directly.

Luo Yiyun walked over.

Luo Miao saw it, "That's my brother."

Zeng Li immediately yelled: "Really! Is it my dear brother, or the kind... um..."

"It's not my real brother." Luo Miao was in a bad mood for some reason, "It's just my cousin."

"It's just my cousin..." The woman next to me muttered a few words, as if thinking: "That's nothing, as long as you are brave, you can still sleep."

There are regular customers in the bar, they are familiar with each other, but there are not many girls in this small group of people, when they saw Luo Yiyun coming in, they all gathered around him, like a cloud, Luo Yiyun walked Wherever it is, it will follow wherever it floats.He was also generous and polite, and greeted everyone one by one.Luo Miao stood in the shadow, he didn't see her.Luo Yiyun walked to the front of the stage, looked up at Mengzhou, the two smiled at each other, and fist bumped.

It turned out that Luo Yiyun was very popular.Xiang Mengzhou didn't seem to have this kind of treatment.Luo Miao thought suspiciously.

Why, Luo Miao asked Zeng Li: "Is Xiangmengzhou not good?"

Where did he lose?Luo Miao was really curious.

Zeng Li was taken aback by her question and blinked slightly.Luo Miao saw a shiny piece of dark eyeshadow on her eyelids, like a black sky just before nightfall.

She brushed her hair back, and it quickly returned to its original shape.She pulled Luo Miao aside, and said in a low voice: "Xiang Mengzhou is unreliable, he's too fiddly, but it's not a problem in this kind of place. It's not that the girls who come here to drink and watch performances don't like him. But he’s a guy—he was enthusiastic at first, and then inexplicably cooled down, don’t you think it’s strange?”

Luo Miao thought for a while, but didn't answer.

Zeng Li went on to say: "I think he must be suffering from some kind of disease, probably impotence? So when it really comes down to it, I'll give up." She followed Luo Yiyun with her eyes, while she was still chattering like an enthusiastic The director of the street office who solves the marriage problem for people: "Your cousin is very good. Hey, I heard that he studied classics. How can he change to fashion now?"

Luo Miao shook her head, she thought for a while, she had the impression that Luo Yiyun played the piano when she was a child, and it is said that she played the piano quite well, but she didn't know why she didn't see him play it now.

The condition of this place is really worrying, but it's not like Luo Miao hasn't rolled and crawled in the messy place.Back then, sometimes she wanted to carry something from the audio-visual market back to school to sell. She was reluctant to pay the travel expenses, so she took the truck purchased by others and squeezed into the compartment. Sometimes she ran into the traffic police and hid in the woven bag. .Luo Miao raised her head, and a few light bulbs in the underground bar were dangling above, looking down at the dead white faces like dead white eyes, and suddenly remembered that when she was hiding in the car, she seemed to only be able to see Such faltering light, through the fiber gaps of the woven bag, mercifully casts on her face.She saw Luo Yiyun walk behind Xiang Mengzhou, took his guitar, played it recklessly, and the notes hit the floor full of lunch boxes, drink bottles and youth, splashing applause and dust.Chasing "wen Ersanling=six long, two: three (long ^ six

After that, Xiang Mengzhou also stood up from the ground, and a brand new stain appeared on his pants immediately. He didn't care about it, and he didn't even make a slapping movement.Luo Miao thought, no wonder he always made himself so dirty.But she thought again, why pay attention to this?

She saw that there was a smile on Xiang Mengzhou's face. The smile was so light and heavy, as if it fell from the sky and grew into a huge monster the moment it landed on the ground, which could not be ignored.Paying too much attention to the frivolous smile on his face, Luo Miao didn't even notice when he opened his mouth.

He stood on a simple platform a few feet high, someone accompanied him, and someone cheered him.Luo Miao is really a girl who doesn't have much sentimental or artistic ability. She is indifferent to the surging heat waves around her, and just stares blankly at the stage.Beside her, arms stretched out, waving, and swaying. It felt like they were stretching out of the sea to call for help. The waves pushed, and the person on the stage stood on the water, the only boat.

She heard the people on the stage sing: "Rose, there is a mark on the palm of your hand. It is someone's lips. Rose is not afraid of withering, not afraid of wind."

"Rose, rose, maybe your past dreams have turned to ashes one after another. Look at your thorns up and down, it's just sadness."

"Rose, Rose, may you never regret, may you never look back."

……

After a short break, Zeng Li pushed Luo Miao forward, and pulled Luo Yiyun's collar with a smile, asking him to explain why he hid such a beautiful sister for so long.And Xiang Mengzhou squatted on the stage, still looking at a sheet of music.He noticed Luo Miao's eyes and thought she was interested, so he handed over the crumpled paper and asked her what she thought.

"I heard from Yi Yun that you have a piano at home, have you ever learned it?" he said.

Luo Miao had nowhere to escape, so she had to take the piece of paper that looked like a book to her, and the crooked symbols turned into shackles, locking her in place, unable to move.After Zeng Li and Luo Yiyun's quarrel ended, the two came to see it together. The paper in Luo Miao's hand became the focus of everyone's attention, as if they were about to ignite the paper.Luo Miao thought, it would be great if it really burned, it would be great if there was an earthquake, it would be great if the sky fell.

Xiang Mengzhou looked at her expressionless face, and suddenly said: "Did you forget to wear your glasses today?" As he spoke, he put the score back very naturally, and started the next topic with everyone.

How much Luo Miao hated Xiang Mengzhou at this moment.She thinks she doesn't need to be pitied all the time.