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Chapter Six 3. Rousang and Heixue (1)

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    In fact, although Wang Ying is calm on the surface, he is a person with extremely unstable emotions. It can even be said that in some respects, he is still fragile.  Friends pretending to be high-society people - always hurt him.  Because the expression of music is far more tortuous than daily communication, because his listeners are not the people of art, but the buyers of this night. His music is always densely covered with unspeakable pain. Often, passion and pain are entangled together.  Blooms in the night.

    Quite a coincidence, when he found out the score of "Stimulus" and gave it to the keyboard player, someone happened to click this piece.

    People who order such tunes will never be those mistresses who hate women.

    It is very expensive to order music for a golden belt, at least two hundred yuan for an order, and three hundred yuan for Wang Ying's saxophone.  Money has nothing to do with him, it's all the boss's income, but when someone wants to hear him play the piece he wants to play, of course he will be moved.  The more twists and turns there are in human communication, the more valuable acquaintances in art will be.

    The two young women who order music tonight stay in a corner of the bar every night.  I don't know if they like bars or the music in bars.

    The brightness of the lights in the bar is very weak, which is to create a feeling of intoxication. In such a lighting environment, guests are most likely to relax and spend the most money.  The spotlights on the four walls shine on some classical oil paintings and reliefs. The largest spotlight in the middle is on the boxing ring. The boxing ring becomes a center, a hotspot, and a place where the audience in the bar attracts the most attention.  As for the rest of the bar, the light is very hazy.

    When Wang Ying saw these two women for the first time, he thought they looked very familiar, as if they were from the mainland, but he had never seen their appearance clearly.

    They come every night, in a relatively quiet corner, watching and listening to him from afar.  This mysterious sense of familiarity made him feel that there must be some kind of connection between himself and them.

    After the song was played, the boss and his friends sat at the table, shaking their cups, guessing dice, betting on beer, yelling, they had already forgotten him.

    He couldn't help looking at the two women drinking coffee.  They were always at a small table by the railing, the two whispered occasionally, took a sip of black coffee, and then looked at him together intently.  After they greeted his gaze, they responded quickly and applauded him immediately.  He nodded politely to them, and was about to go backstage to rest for a while, but the waiter brought over the beer presented by the two women.

    Wang Ying hesitated for a moment, then took the big glass of beer and walked towards them.

    "Thank you both." He said with lowered eyes, and sat down on the chair brought by the waiter.  He had always thought it impolite to stare at strange women.

    "We are your fans." One of them said.  Her voice was very nice, reminding him of a late night reading program he had heard, her voice was like that of the host, like Rousang's.

    In the workplace where Wang Ying works, in the entertainment industry, he feels that beautiful women all look alike, they are a special creature different from men.  He couldn't remember the women's appearance, but he was very sensitive to their voices.  A woman's voice often hides her soul, so if he remembers a certain woman, it must be because he remembers her voice.

    He raised his head and smiled at her, said thank you, and then said "ah" again: "So it's you!"

    It is Rousang.

    It's still the natural chestnut curly hair, and still wears a pair of exquisite rimless glasses.  The neck is long and fair, and the small head with curly hair is gracefully held up. It is the image of a French beauty in the 19th century.

    The last time he saw her was when he was in Kaili, they took pictures with Li Xuejian respectively, and after a few words, they broke up.  Looking back, he was really dull that winter, he didn't even remember what she said to him.  After she left, he recalled the encounter with her when he was a child, and remembered that he once called her name in the wilderness at dusk: "Rou Sang¡ªRou Sang¡ª"

    He was less than ten years old at that time, and his voice was still a child's voice. The word "Rou Sang" popped out from his vocal cords, and the final sound was like the English "song". He liked this voice very much and liked to use his own  voice, calling out her name.  After his call stopped, the poplar's eyes closed, and the twilight covered the place where his call stopped, making him feel lonely and afraid

    During that moment, the scenery in his eyes was clear and hazy, and he lost his sense of direction

    Until the night followed dusk, and there was no one in the wilderness, at some point, she appeared silently again, grabbed his hand, and brought him back to school and to the troupe's residence.

    Although the warmth brought to life by childhood encounters is weak, it is sighing.

    Carey"Familiar. But when I dated him, he was fascinated by qigong. Every time we met, I would meditate with him, listening to the voice of heaven, in the courtyard of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

    Rousang deliberately said: "Ah, you've also seen that Hei Xue was not very good in the past, just like a tomboy. Women are not born, but become. In the process of change, men are an important factor.  She turned to Heixue, "In this sense, you should thank Yaoguang, right?"

    Wang Ying said: "Back then, Hei Xue was quite plain, wearing a sundress and just graduated from college, right?"

    Heixue sighed: "Yes, when I got along with him, I just graduated from university and just joined the Writers' Association to work. How could I know that the water is deep and the water is shallow!"

    Rousang continued to joke: "You don't practice Taoism yourself, who can pull you in? If you don't jump at him, I believe he won't dare to seduce you. Yaoguang is an introverted person."

    "Is he shy? You don't know how flirtatious he is."

    Rou Sang smiled: "Of course I don't know. If I knew, would you still have a share?"

    "Rousang, I believe Yaoguang is not the type of man you like."

    "What kind of man do I like? Why don't I know?"

    "You should like men like Wang Ying, art for art's sake, men on the road"

    Wang Ying said: "You know me so well? Yaoguang is actually a very pure man."

    "Yes," Rousang agreed, "His character is quite like Xu Zhimo's."

    "Don't, discuss his character again, I'm going to be jealous."

    The three talked and drank beer without any scruples, and Wang Ying felt very happy.

    It has been a long time since he communicated with people so unprepared and relaxed, and speaking Guizhou dialect with them made him feel very kind.  It turns out that language not only carries culture, but also is full of emotion.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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