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He stared at her, forgot where he had said, and simply stopped, not speaking for a long time.
She was embarrassed by his gaze
In the dimly lit western restaurant, the music is subdued, with a gorgeous and thick male voice.
Listen carefully, it is placido domingo.
Roz is familiar with this CD: "the best of christmas in vienna".
"The people here are really classy!"
Luo Zi smiled when he heard what Joan said about those fashionable cultural women: "If I'm not wrong, you should like Julio very much."
Joan smiled sheepishly: "Indeed, cultural women like his singing voice."
"Yes. At this time, Domingo is singing in our grand theater! This restaurant can make us think we have arrived in Vienna. But the most interesting thing about this evening is meeting you."
Joan looked up, as if demanding proof of the truth of his statement.
Luo Zi's voice was low and extremely magnetic: "In my experience, many women have loved me intermittently, but I have never been moved. Tonight, I am very moved."
As he spoke, he took her hands and buried his face in her palms.
She withdrew a hand and inserted it into his curly hair.
At that moment, they seemed to have been in love for many years.
In the eyes of others, they are a pair of lovers who have been in love for many years.
"Look," her voice was gentle and clear, like singing, "Look, everyone in our place has curly hair, and you are!"
Yes, there are many people with curly hair throughout Sichuan and Chongqing.
If it is in Aba Prefecture, where the Tibetan and Qiang people live together, the curly-haired man is gentle and wild.
Those wild men, their skins are as red as autumn plums, firm and smooth. When they had drunk enough, they danced a very rhythmic, majestic and sturdy dance, which was extremely charming!
And their eyes are as sharp as a leopard, burning like an autumn wind, innocent as a baby's eyes, and as passionate as the water of the Minjiang River!
Joan stroked affectionately. Luo Zi's hair is thin and smooth, like her child.
If a woman loves a man with motherhood, this is the most selfless woman, she will give up everything for the one she loves.
Joan suddenly thought of the movie "The Red and the Black", and thought of Julien's farewell to Madame de Rina before he was executed.
She could never forget Mrs. Delina's eyes, which were no longer the eyes of a lover, but the pain and despair of a mother when she was about to lose her child.
The world seemed to have completely quieted down, but they were silent.
However, each other's thoughts are different.
They are all a little sad.
Especially Joan, she feels that she has been in a bad mood recently, she is in a bad mood, and she is easily sentimental in everything. Although miracles appear in life, the miracle itself brings more sentimentality.
Luo Zi raised his head, as if he had fallen asleep.
He squinted his eyes, smiled and said to her: "Life is really amazing, you see, you accidentally found the man you once loved, he not only lives in the same city as you, but also works in the same compound as you. "
Joan was about to say something, but the uproar in the restaurant made many people's ears prick up.
At the height of the uproar, she heard her husband's voice.
She withdrew her hand from Luo Zi: "What is Zhang Han doing here?"
"Who are you talking about?" Luo Zi was puzzled.
"Ithe one" She stammered a little, "I asked him to take the child to listen to Domingo."
Joan turned her head and saw Zhang Han coming with a man shouting loudly. The man was obviously drunk.
The drunk with Zhang Han went to drag a woman who was sitting alone at the table.
The woman had a thin and pale face, a northern woman, and she was obviously still waiting for a man she had dated. When the drunken man stretched out his hand, she was so furious that she threw her fist at his face
Zhang Han supported his companion, and the two men cursed and entered another box.
Luo Zi asked: "Is it your husband? Is there any problem?"
"No, he wasn't the one who was drunk. However, he must have left the child at home. I'm sorry, I have to go home right away."
"I send you!"
Thirteen
Taxi usually fly across the urban area.
Luo Zi wants to just fly like this, no matter where he goes, he just doesn¡¯t want to goEspecially fresh and bright.
Joan's face was always in his mind. This face is like the petals of a camellia in Daba Mountain.
The camellias in Daba Mountain are white, red and pink. Joan's face also changed from white to red to pink, and finally her face turned white again when he left.
When he entered the house, he didn't turn on the light.
He felt tired, very tired, groped, and went straight to the bedroom to lie down.
The body is very light, it is the feeling that the dream is about to come
The phone rang.
He was awakened from half sleep and didn't want to answer the phone.
The bell in the silence is always frightening, because it is special and unexpected, which makes the pressure of loneliness sharp and the weak peace urgent.
The bell rang for a while, but it was gone.
In less than two minutes, the phone rang again.
When it rang for the ninth time, Luo Zi grabbed the phone.
A woman's slightly reproachful voice: "Did you not answer the phone just now?"
"I¡¡"
He realized it was Joan.
"Yes, I didn't answer just now, I didn't expect it to be you." He explained.
Joan's voice was very soft, a little different from when she was in her house, as if he and she had left some kind of reality and entered mid-air.
Men are easy to love when there is no distance. This is really different from women. Women only produce love when there is a distance, and only when there is a certain distance, they will easily enter fantasy.
Her voice is a voice nourished by fantasy, the most beautiful syllables in music.
She was tender now, as if they had been in love for a long time and had countless nights of dating.
"I wanted to see if you were home. Are you going to rest?" she said carefully.
"No!" He cheered up, "How are you? Did you go home smoothly?"
He thought, maybe Zhang Han didn't go home, drove a taxi, and wandered the streets of the city all night.
He and she, they both have something to look forward to.
So, give her or him a pair of wings, and fly across this golden night sky.
"Um¡¡"
He was thinking, looking for something to say to her. This sentence is to keep their pleasant, dreamlike feelings tonight, and bring her back to those dreams.
"Okay, let's go to bed early!"
Before he could find that sentence, she said quickly and succinctly, "Bye!"
Luo Zi's wings were cut off suddenly, he froze for a moment, and put down the phone in frustration. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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