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Chapter Nine 1. Beauty meets beauty

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    The Russian bartender with a small goatee passed the wine to Rousang.

    Seen from the side, Rousang's nose is delicately set off by the chestnut curly hair, and the tip of the nose seems to be somewhat transparent.  Under the light of the bar counter, her side face also appeared delicate and transparent.

    Miss Ni thought she was Korean.  No matter which country she is from, Ms. Ni is already full of jealousy, her expression is stern, and she looks at the bartender with reproachful eyes.  Starts eyeing Rosan defiantly, and dismisses her for having a baby with her.

    Rousang did not meet her gaze.  In bars, this is often the case when one party meets the other's gaze, and then a verbal confrontation ensues, with some men even fighting.

    Rousang knew what was in Miss Ni's eyes without looking.  A single woman with children, if there is no trouble in her life, trouble will soon appear, this is the experience of city women.  Ms. Ni was the first soloist of the Provincial Song and Dance Troupe at the beginning. Once she performed in the Pearl River Delta, a Hong Kong boss sitting in the front row was stunned by her. Miss Ni is so beautiful and radiant!  Soon, the boss in Hong Kong divorced and married her.  Although he was divorced, he stayed in Hong Kong for a long time, and his family wealth was kept secret from Ms. Ni.  In order to demonstrate to her husband and at the same time want to retain her youth, Ms. Ni is determined not to have children.

    Rousang knew that the young lady in front of her wearing a famous brand had malicious eyes, but she had no intention of meeting the challenge.  Rousang is too familiar with this kind of situation. In this metropolis where there are 500,000 more single women than men, a man and his wealth are the only goals of the beauties.  Sometimes, they often start with a confrontation of eyes, and in the confrontation of eyes, they have already shown their contempt and even curse for each other.

    Rousang didn't want to look back, and didn't want to know who the provocateur was.  She felt tired, the baby was so heavy that her arms were numb from holding her.  The wine made her breathe a sigh of relief.  She moved a bit, sat firmly on the bar stool, untied the child and put it on her lap, and ordered a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for the child.

    The three music madmen on the small stage suddenly cut off a long tail, stretched their long arms and retreated to the backstage to rest. Miss Ni immediately left the bar and followed.

    On the stage, there was only one female singer with short hair singing "Moonlight Serenade" a cappella.  This is Tsai Chin's song, and her voice is very similar to Tsai Chin's, but she doesn't have the melancholy that Tsai Chin's singing voice has seen all the joys and sorrows in the world.  Rousang couldn't help but took a closer look at the female singer, and found that she was Xiao Wang, a Xi'an singer who sang with the golden belt in Xixiang.

    Later, Xiao Wang broke up with her boyfriend, ran to Guangzhou, and found Wang Ying in a bar. After being introduced by Wang Ying, Ms. Ni kept her.

    Didn't see Wang Ying, Rousang felt a little uneasy.  She scooped up a little orange juice with a small spoon and fed it to the child. The child licked his lips and immediately babbled. He opened his mouth like a bird and stretched out his head in front of her, his hands were also eagerly dancing.  Poor little thing, it seemed that he was really thirsty, and she hurried on to feed him.  After he was full, he danced and knocked off the spoon in her hand, and a few drops of orange juice fell on her dress. She hurriedly took a tissue from the tissue box on the bar to wipe it.

    "Miss¡ª¡ª"

    Rousang looked up and saw Watson the Dane.  Watson likes painting and music, but he plays a synthesizer. In music, Watson is not used to slow rhythms, just the opposite of his situation when he was painting.  Therefore, as soon as the female singer Xiao Wang sings, Watson will go to the bar to drink.  When he brought the wine glass to his lips, he was attracted by Rousang next to him.  He took a sip of the whiskey with ice, and looked at her quietly beside him.

    "Miss," said Watson.

    "ah?"

    Rousang's surprised attitude embarrassed Watson.  He said shyly, "Do you need help?"

    "Oh, nothing, no need, thank you!"

    He was not reconciled: "Your child is so beautiful. Can I give you a hug?"

    Rou Sang smiled: "Of course, but he might pee on you."

    "You Chinese say that if a boy pees, it will be a golden treasure."

    "Okay." Rousang handed the child to Watson, "I hope your beautiful clothes won't get wet by Huang Jinbao. In this way, you have to support his buttocks with one hand, and support his waist and head with the other.  "

    "OK, ok!" Watson held the child seriously and teased him.

    "Yo ha!"

    Rousang raised her head and saw Yan Ruqing bringing a glass of beer to her eyes.

    "Ah, Xiaoyan? I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you here to join in the fun?"

    Yan Ruqing blushed from drinking: "Yeah, tonight is really lively, when I saw jam, I thought it was the New Moon Wine in Yungui.?? Rousang moved closer to her eyes.  Rousang wanted to play another joke on him, but when she heard the mysterious and sad saxophone music floating in the air, she fell silent.

    What Wang Ying played was "Harem Nocturne".

    Rousang knew what Yan Ruqing was guessing, and deliberately said: "You know the Spanish love song prince Julio, people don't listen to his songs very much nowadays, little girls only love dynamic things, they just want to be what mice like to eat  Rice. Julio, that lasts forever. Wang Ying, like Julio, is a killer of cultural women!"

    "It seems," Yan Ruqing said sourly, "our poetess has also been injured."

    After the gloomy saxophone hit, Wang Ying hides behind the scenes.  All the other band members came on stage, and the music boomed.  Rousang protected the child, and complained to the bartender at the bar: "Why does blues also make this kind of disco music?"

    The bartender smiled politely, and replied in standard Mandarin: "The proprietress said, we need to gather popularity and let all the children in the street come and play!"

    She put the child in her pocket and hurried out until she reached the river.

    Yan Ruqing also followed, he wanted to say something to Rousang, but his sister rushed over briskly and took his arm.

    "Sister, don't do this!"

    Yan Ruyu ignored his refusal and dissatisfaction at all, still holding her brother's arm, and resolutely pulled him away, while looking at Rousang coldly, and "hummed" in her mouth.

    Yan Ruqing struggled and turned around: "Rou Sang, my phone number has been changed, it's 139254"

    Yan Ruqing was dragged away by Yan Ruyu.

    Tonight was the second woman to be unkind to her.

    Rousang was not confused by this, but she was still very unhappy.

    There is a popular saying in the city: When a beauty meets a beauty, the beauty becomes a beast.

    A beautiful woman will naturally cause uneasiness to a less beautiful woman with inflated desires, even if she is a quiet woman.  What beautiful women bring to beautiful women is not only uneasiness, but also war!

    All the wars in the city stem from too much desire.

    In the same-sex wars and gender wars that are widespread in the city, she is neither a prey of men's desires nor a potential enemy of women. She stays away from office politics and company interest disputes, and from the bustling team of chasing fame and fortune.  All bystanders, a dreamer, a laborer who silently opens a channel between reality and self-ideal.  Why can't they understand?  Why did they always show hostility when they saw her?

    At night, there are many smells that cannot be smelled during the day, such as the smell of some plants and water, which is very strange, and Rousang breathes deeply.

    The baby in her arms was whimpering, exuding the pure fragrance of life.

    Rousang believes that men and women in a civilized society are still divided into three types, one is divine, the other is purely human, and the other is animal.  Except for those who dedicate their lives to God, God, and Buddha, most people are a mixture of humanity and beasts, and very few people are a mixture of divinity and humanity. She, Wang Ying, Aha, and this little child should belong to the  the latter.

    She sat down on the high embankment railing with the child in her arms, and supported him: "Baby, you are so good, you don't cry, you are not frightened! Come, look, this is the Pearl River, maybe your mother will come from here  Come across the river!"

    The child didn't look at her, nor at the dark river reflecting the lights on both sides of the river, but turned his head stubbornly, focusing on the colorful neon lights of the bar behind her.  The neon brilliance reflected in his pitch-black eyes, and it was another mirage in miniature, with lights, characters, human figures and tree shadows inside, Rousang stared dumbfounded.

    "Why are you here?" Wang Ying's voice sounded softly behind him.

    She didn't look back, and didn't answer.  For some reason, her nose was sour, as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and when they met for the first time, they were in such a strange place again.

    He saw that she was wearing a vest-style short skirt with bare arms, and asked again: "It's windy at night, is it cold?"

    "Baby won't be cold." She whispered.

    He sensed her depression.

    "I am talking about you."

    He reached out to hold the child, but she refused.  His hand touched her, and her skin was as cold as the marble balustrade of the embankment, irritating him.  He immediately took off the windbreaker, and opened his arms, like a big bird flying over, wrapped her and the child in the clothes, and hugged her in his arms.

    Two tears moistened Rousang's thick eyelashes, soaked into the warm body temperature of Wang Ying and the child (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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