There is also the sound of rumbling music, the voices of many people, and the singing of the warm-up band, circling into the ears. All these sounds constitute a colorful dream.

Therefore, after a burst of laughter, when everyone suddenly quieted down, Cen Ye was uncomfortable. I can't tell what kind of feeling it is, he seems to have been suddenly awakened by something, and suddenly raised his head from the crook of his arm, looked at the silent buddy next to him, and then followed their gaze and looked over.

There was a woman who had walked over to the scattered tables and chairs directly below their booths, in the midst of the jubilant crowd. She walked quietly, but a lot of people were watching her.

Cen Ye remained motionless and looked at it expressionlessly.

From ancient times to the present, the bar is full of beautiful women, and for the gluttons in the bar, what kind of woman has never been seen. But this woman is completely special.

She put down her long hair today, and it turned out that she had long, wavy hair, jet black, and each roll was so soft and fitting that it perfectly accompanied her cheeks. Her complexion was already white and red, but at this time, it was even more colorful against the dim light. A pair of deep eyes, as quiet as a virgin. Painted with a tender red lip gloss and pearlescent finish.

She wore a loose-fitting warm trench coat with a black slim-fitting sweater and a layered skirt that couldn't hide her plump and slender figure at all. She also wore high heels, two inches tall, very slim.

But the most important thing is her temperament. The gorgeous makeup hidden in the freshness, as well as the delicate and bright facial features, make her attract the attention of many people. And she seemed to be used to it, and as if she didn't care, she walked in slowly with a dark embroidered gold handbag.

Not only men are looking at her, but women are too. In the dim light, she was like a pear blossom blooming faintly, silent, contemplating all the light.

The loose tables below were already full, and she looked around, quietly. A man sitting alone at a table next to him suddenly smiled and said something to her. Her expression was still serene, and then she smiled slightly, as if to say thank you. So the man got up with the wine, went to a table next to him, and sat down with the others. That look was a little free, as if he had done something to pull the wind secretly.

Xu Xunsheng tidied up his skirt, sat down at the small table, held his chin in his hand, looked at the stage, and waited.

In the air, the small commotion caused by her seemed to have suddenly dissipated. Chatting chatting, looking at it, everything is business as usual.

And Cen Ye's table seemed to be venting at the same time. Zhang Hai had never seen Xu Xunsheng, so he said in a low voice: "Damn, where did such a fairy come from?

"Brother Hai, don't beat her upset. Zhang Tianyao said suddenly, and Cen Ye instantly looked up at him. Zhang Tianyao's eyes looked directly at Xu Xunsheng, but his words were said to Cen Ye: "Xiao Ye, I have changed my mind." ”

Cen Ye didn't speak.

Zhang Tianyao said word by word: "Do you think I can catch up with this fairy?"

Everyone was silent, and then they all said in unison: "No!"

Zhang Tianyao: "! Still not brothers? Lao Tzu will go now!" Just about to wave his hand to Xu Xunsheng, the bar manager came over and asked them to wait for the performance immediately. Zhang Tianyao immediately put away his wandering look, and the group of people went to the stage with the manager in high spirits.

The band also has a few fans now, and when they walked through the wine pool to the backstage, someone shouted, "Twilight Band!" "Ono!" and "Tianyao!" Several people turned around with smiles and waved to the fans. In this case, Cen Ye has never been very reasonable, but today he subconsciously glanced back.

There were a few girls in the crowd who couldn't see their faces screaming, and Cen Ye's expression was faint. It was such a casual moment, among so many people, in an environment where the light was not very good, he saw Xu Xunsheng, and she also looked at him. Then both of them looked away without any expression.

After arriving at the backstage, Cen Ye hurriedly went to the toilet to wash his face, took out Zhao Tan's big treasure cream, wiped it on his face indiscriminately, and then wet his hair with water, combed it twice, even if it was ready.

It's time for them to play.

Several boys stood below the side of the stage, not moving, and no one spoke. The stage is empty, ready for them. The stage was filled with smoke and the lights were flickering. Their names were announced, and the audience cheered. Some people are jumping excitedly, others are smiling expectantly.

Every boy's throat was slightly dry at this moment, but his heart seemed to beat hard with the rhythm of the warm-up music. The bar staff next to him shouted and motioned for them to come on immediately. Zhao Tan suddenly stretched out his hand and whispered, "The Sunrise and Dusk Band, I am the only one!"

"The Sunrise and Dusk Band, I am the only one!" someone repeated, and then one hand after another overlapped: Zhang Tianyao, Huizi, Cen Ye...... Zhang Hai smiled, also said this sentence vigorously, and put his hand on it.

Everyone waved together a few times and shook their hands away. Zhang Tianyao was the first to hold the guitar and jumped on the stage, and then Zhao Tan. And then there is the lead singer Cen Ye.

Cen Ye looked up and saw that the light on the stage was actually hazy, and the cheers of the audience were so enthusiastic that they seemed to puncture everything like a dream. A lot of sounds in the ears, every note, as if teasing his blood, his cells. He jumped on the stage, and when he heard another commotion in the audience, he heard a voice laughing in his heart.

When everyone had installed the instruments and plugged them in, Cen Ye raised his head, and the microphone stood alone in front of him, between him and the fans. He seemed to see ecstatic looks on the faces of some of the girls in the front row, but for a moment, he didn't see anything clearly. He held the microphone, and the bar fell silent, and he felt the whole world as if it were quiet. For a moment, he seemed to be far away from all this, and suddenly he realized that he was actually in it.

Until the bass next to him sounded, and the guitar sounded, the high-pitched melody suddenly pierced the air and woke his eyes. He raised his eyes, looking at everything in front of him who was crazy and crazy towards Twilight, looking at the nervous companions who were working hard beside him, and the blood in his body seemed to start waking up, rushing, and screaming with the melody at this moment. His face was close to the microphone, his palms were hot, and his whole person looked indifferent, but there was only one thought left in his mind.

A clear, intense, whirling, uncompromising thought—

This is my stage.

My music.

Overweening.

Heaven and earth, the sky is high and the earth is thick, the past and the future, today and now under this inch of sky.

Drunk and dreaming of death, I am the only one.