Lin Yue glanced at the owner and bartender who was holding his arms tightly behind the bar.
"First of all, thank you Qiangzi for giving me this opportunity. Then, if I don't sing well, I hope everyone will forgive me. The next song..."
He turned to look at the corner where he was sitting: "I want to dedicate it to Miss Ye Lanqiu."
The three words "Ye Lanqiu" were like a match being rubbed against a fire, igniting the dark night with a hiss, and the men and women in the hall followed his gaze.
With overwhelming reports, ubiquitous discussions, and scoldings all over the Internet, it can be said that it is difficult not to know who Ye Lanqiu is.
Originally, the environment of the bar was dark, and the two of them were sitting sideways, so basically no one could identify her, which made her feel at ease, but she didn't expect that Lin Yue not only walked on the stage, but also called her name in front of everyone, Ye Lan. Qiu's heart suddenly lifted.
"After getting along with each other these days, I know that you are not the kind of person described by the media. You are a gentle, kind, and caring good girl. Even if the whole world betrays you, don't be sad, you still have me."
Lin Yue said no more, facing the eyes of the guests below, and plucked the strings with his fingers.
Ding
Boom
Ding ding ding
"Void yesterday."
"Now you are in front of me."
"I want to love."
"Please give me a chance."
"I'll take responsibility if I'm wrong."
"Determined that you are the answer."
"I'm not afraid of anyone laughing at me for being extreme."
“Trust your instincts.”
“Stubborn people don’t cry tired.”
"I will not retreat when I fall in love with you."
"I said I won't dodge."
"I have to do it."
"Whether you listen or not, you still want to love."
“Love harder to make you understand.”
"..."
At first, everyone's attention was on Ye Lanqiu, but as the melody moved forward, people's eyes were drawn back to the stage. No one thought that he could sing so well. Even if he was not the original singer, he was still very similar.
The bar owner Qiangzi and the singer with pigtails couldn't help but nod slightly in time with the beat.
No one noticed that in the middle of singing, Ye Lanqiu left his seat and walked into the restroom not far away.
Click
The door is closed.
She leaned against the door, covering her face with her hands and slowly squatted down.
Her father died, her mother remarried, and now she is suffering from a terminal illness. She is facing overwhelming scolding and accusations. In such an environment, a man she likes and trusts, and has recently become dependent on, is in public. How would she feel if she said to her, "If I am wrong, I will take responsibility for it. I believe that you are the answer. I am not afraid of anyone laughing at me for being extreme."
Why did this person come so late?
Why
Why
Why did fate allow her to witness despair and loneliness, and then allow her to meet a man who could hold an umbrella for her on a rainy day? He was like a star accompanying a lost child in the dark night, so dazzling but out of reach.
Woo woo woo
The cry was pitiful, and the tears overflowing between the fingers wetted the bracelet on her wrist that shone under the light.
I don’t know how much time passed, but there was a soft knock on the door outside.
Ye Lanqiu sniffed, quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands, stood up and opened the door.
A woman in a hurry to go to the bathroom stood outside and, noticing her state, handed over a tissue.
Ye Lanqiu whispered "thank you", took the tissue and walked out of the bathroom.
Finished singing "Preference".
The guitar was returned to its original owner, and Lin Yue stood there by the partition opposite the bathroom, waiting for her to come out.
"Let's go home."
He took her hand and left the bar quickly.
From the time she left the bar to the time she returned to the parking lot, she remained silent.
Until he got on the mini, Lin Yue held the steering wheel and said, "Don't you think I'm vulgar? Then do something literary and artistic. I'm so moved that I have nothing to say."
Ye Lanqiu lowered his head and said, "Can you stop being so nice to me? I'm a morally corrupt mistress. I'm not worthy of... you liking."
The second half of the sentence was spoken so quietly that only she could hear it.
"Others believe this, but I don't." Lin Yue started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.
Xia Hou, who was lying on the back seat, raised his head, looked at the faces of the two people in the rearview mirror, and let out a long yawn.
After sending Ye Lanqiu back to Rose Hotel No. 22, he looked at the scale on his watch: "It's half past nine..."
"Let's go, I want to take a shower."
Ye Lanqiu stood near the door and looked at him.
Lin Yue put the black cat in his arms on the ground and picked up the car keys on the shoe rack: "I'll pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
After saying this, he left without looking back.
Another soft smell of smoke came through the crack in the door. He never smoked when he was around her.
Ye Lanqiu walked back to the chair and sat down. He raised his head and stared at the ceiling with confused thoughts in his mind.
Five minutes later, she straightened up, combed her hair with her hands, and looked at it. There were three or four broken hairs in her palm.
hiss
Woo woo
Her nose felt sore, she covered her face with her hands and started crying again.
Another five minutes passed.
She raised her head, sniffed, picked up a tissue to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, opened the laptop on the table, and pressed the power button.
She has not been online for two days because she was surrounded by overwhelming abuse and accusations, and she felt very depressed when she saw those things. But today, she wanted to go online, because only those negative things could kill her desire for survival.
She didn't want Lin Yue to be sad for her, and she didn't want Lin Yue to die with attachment, because she felt that the most cruel and painful thing in the world was this.
When the heart dies, the person dies, and everything is over.
She didn't dare to tell Lin Yue that she was terminally ill, because what was certain was that that person would never be afraid of being implicated and leave her, and would definitely stay with her. She didn't want to drag down his life, let alone He saw her being tortured by the disease and no longer beautiful.
When she opened her blog, she found that the page had been repaired. All the pictures and words that cursed her to death were gone, and all the messages that insulted her had been deleted.
Not giving up, she went to the TV station's website to look for a special feature about not giving up her seat. However, the focus of the page was no longer on her, but on the old man who had been refusing to let her go. The title of the article with the most attention was "A 70-year-old man's prostitution is a blow." Revenge is still human nature》
I casually clicked on it and took a look. In the middle of the page was an interview with the old man from "Today's Incident", followed by instructive commentary text, suggesting that someone in the audience was fighting for Ye Lanqiu.
She pursed her lips and pulled it down, wanting to read the netizens' venomous comments.
However, the one with the highest number of likes was a hyperlink provided by an anonymous user. She did see venomous comments, but they were not scolding her, but satirizing the TV station.
"Worship."
"The poster is awesome, we won't cause trouble like this."
"Pah, pah, pah, I seemed to hear a slap in the face."
"My face was swollen."
"Either we say these reporters are annoying, and they know conspiracy theories every day."
"There is no way. There is a market for conspiracy theories. It's really hard for them. They live their lives meticulously every day, swearing that seeking truth from facts is the principle of journalists, and at the same time trying their best to create eye-catching news, even the bottom line is sacrificed for the sake of ratings. Ignore it.”
"What is the bottom line? If the bottom line is waiting to be stripped, then the bottom line is used to pull it down."
"Journalists are prostitutes"
"..."
Ye Lanqiu clicked on the link with curiosity, and a new window popped up on the interface, and the website was redirected to Youku.
