On the streets of the Champs, the July wind swept in with dry heat, and the cypress trees on both sides also looked sick.

Xu Promise stepped on the hot slate in high heels, and couldn't help but complain a little in his heart about the company's department head, so he had to pick her on a business trip at this time, this kind of weather, let alone enjoying the beautiful scenery, had no appetite.

"Hey, Nono!" Through the window, a beautiful girl with a bright smile waved at Promise, her exaggerated green eyeshadow resembling a sunflower that had never withered.

Xu Yu was stunned suddenly, and before he knew it, his eyes were already moist.

Ai Paris, Wei Mian. The two names that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time gradually became clear along with the surge of memories......

(a)

Paris has spurned its name more than once, just as if it were a Taiwanese-born person who is called Treasure Island.

Paris is a child of a single-parent family, and there is a stupid father named Ai Dong City, as long as the word Ai Dong □□ released, I dare not say all of it, but at least half of the people in Z City have to buy it.

At first glance, Ai Dong's □□ word sounds like that kind of personable boss, and he does run a company on the surface, but secretly does some underground transactions, and almost all the entertainment venues in Z City are monopolized by him.

Paris's own mother is called Bai Qing, she is a serious lady from a scholarly family, and she followed Ai Dongcheng to Z City, but the Bai family shouted to cut off relations with her, Bai Qing didn't pay attention to it, and the second elder of the Bai family was so angry that she choked.

Now, Bai Qing died, and the doctor diagnosed that it was a heart attack, and Ai Dongcheng, such a tough man, cried profusely at Bai Qing's funeral, with snot and tears on his face. Paris just held Bai Qing's black-and-white photo in a frame, and smiled brightly at the corners of his mouth. The pastor who was invited to read the eulogy stood on the stage, stammered a few wrong words one after another, and muttered in his heart, this girl is afraid that she is crazy, and she is laughing like this when her mother dies.

Paris ignored others, and the big eyes became a crescent moon. Laughing to himself, the louder he laughed, and directly covered the crying and mourning. Ai Dongcheng glared at her, and shouted "Ai Paris" several times with his name and surname. Paris finally stopped laughing, stood up, touched his chin and stopped in front of the brazier. There was still paper money burning in it, and she kicked it over.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the people around them quickly dispersed, the expressions on their faces were very subtle, and they dared not speak angrily. Paris lifted his feet, his little brown leather boots crushed against the ash heap, and he leaned back and forth with a smile, out of breath, and looked heartless.

So, such a funeral almost made everyone in Z City know that there is a wonderful girl named Ai Paris in the Ai family, who can laugh out loud even when her mother dies, how cool this character must be.

From childhood to adulthood, other people's children have always been learning models, model little pacesetters, and when they came to Paris, they immediately became "You look at that Ai Paris, you know how to fool around all day long." "Fortunately, my child is not like Ai Paris, if you want me to say, Ai Dongcheng is also poured blood mold, and he has such an unsuccessful daughter. ”

Paris has never cared what others say, anyway, she is such a cold person.

Sunlight poured in through the window screens, and the phones on the bedside table buzzed. A hand stretched out from the quilt, pulled it to his ear impatiently, and lazily "fed".

"Sister, what time is it, you are still sleeping. "It was obviously a little boy, and his voice was as hoarse as a broken gong during the voice change.

"What's the noise!?, let's die!" Paris, with his eyes still squinting, roared impatiently, sat up slowly with the quilt rolled up, and scratched a messy hair. Paris has a very serious wake-up gas, starting a fire and the six relatives do not recognize it, even Ai Dongcheng does not dare to easily disturb her to sleep, this unlucky ghost who called undoubtedly hit the muzzle of the gun.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have disturbed my sister's rest. Xiao Wu apologized pitifully, and his voice changed, looking extremely aggrieved, "Sister Paris, everyone in the band is here, just waiting for you, the lead singer." ”

Paris could easily imagine Xiao Wu's flattering dog-legged appearance, and brought the phone closer, and there was a very rhythmic drum beat on the other end, and there seemed to be a few men and women shouting and laughing.

It seems that Minmin, Dongzi, and Ayan are all here. Paris threw the phone on the bed, crossed his fingers and calculated, and Xiao Wu thought that the line was unstable, so he fed it vigorously.

"Call the soul, you! Let them practice first. Or Min Min can do it for me. Paris finished speaking in one breath, without pause, the phone was tilted by her head on her shoulder, and she squeezed out the toothpaste as she spoke, shining orange, a scent of orange.

"I said aunt, it's not that you don't know, Brother Dong, they only recognize you, Minmin can live in a town. Xiao Wu wanted to cry without tears, just because several young people not far from him were staring at him tightly, and their eyes were burning amazingly.

"Yo, it turns out that my sister is so powerful, wait, half an hour. Paris scoffed and patted his cheek in the mirror, the white foam evenly spreading. With a standard melon seed face, big eyes, a slightly pointed chin, and a fair and delicate complexion, it is obvious that this is an extremely beautiful face. Paris belongs to the kind of goddess-level beauty that can be recognized at a glance in the crowd.

Night pub, the largest bar in Z City, is actually more like a large entertainment club, with massage, bathing, and catering, which is the industry of Qin Ming, the biggest competitor of Aidong City.

Before six o'clock, before the sun set, the neon pillars at the entrance of the night flickered, and the colorful spray paint painted all kinds of graffiti, which looked strange and eye-catching.

The black heavy locomotive had a beautiful flick of its tail and stopped at the door of the night, the parking boy was still shocked by the car skills, Paris had already taken off his helmet, his long bleached flaxen curls, a few strands of messy hair on his cheeks, and his thin bangs were blown up by the wind.

"Liu'er, park my car. ”

The young man with a head full of yellow hair said "hey" before he reacted, staring at the car keys in his hand for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses, wanting to cry without tears. Auntie, little brother, I really can't drive a motorcycle, this is the first time.

Paris has long legs, and the car is familiar with turning in, and a cartoon keychain is turned in his hand. The DJ was cutting the song and changing to a cheerful dance song, and there was a beautiful woman with a great figure on the stage who was pole dancing. On the dance floor, the blue and red lights, men and women all look intoxicated, leaning against their bodies, swaying left and right, as if they have taken drugs.

"A glass of pink flames, thank you, handsome guy~" Paris pursed his red lips and handed a flying kiss to the handsome and shy bartender, with a bright smile on his beautiful face, and his body was like a nimble snake, burrowing into the crowd.

The young man who came to the bar to work part-time suddenly blushed, screamed, unable to speak, and the vowagat in his hand overflowed.

There was a loud bang.

"Look, the shadows are gone. The waitress who had a crush on him came back with a plate and slammed it on the bar, with a sour taste in her tone, "Ai Paris, the lead singer of save, the daughter of Ai Dongcheng, don't think about it, that eldest lady has a high heart, I don't know how many innocent boys, the industry elite has hit a wall." ”

The waitress snorted softly, pouted at Paris's back, and blew her newly made nails as if she didn't care. I don't know what's wrong with this Ai Paris, like a vixen, these boys just sniff the smell of it.

The boy ignored her, moved to the side, took a few glasses and continued to mix. The transparent wine cup threw an arc in his hand, changing various patterns.

Paris walked straight into a room with a small wooden sign that read "Resting", pushed open the door, and sat down on a leather chair, his little hand waving lightly, and half a glass of pink wine in his goblet, on which blue fireworks floated.

"Paris, you have eaten the lemon for decoration again. Min Min was applying eyeliner when she heard the sound of the door opening and turned her head to look over, and at this time, Paris was munching on a thin lemon slice, and her pink lips were closed one by one. Min Min snorted in disgust, cut her hair short and made a new style, pink ** head, low-waisted jeans, and a large English font "**" printed on the camisole.

"Minmin, it's not the first time, why all the fuss, you don't know Miss Paris's quirks. She was interrupted by a handsome boy with a small hair, a black racer, showing the awesome muscles on his arms, and beads of sweat rolling on them, looking sexy and seductive.

Paris raised his eyebrows and whistled, and smiled angrily, "Yo, the figure is even better, Dongzi." ”

"Well, it's 9 o'clock...... Yeah...... Today...... Baby, how dare I...... Okay, bye-bye, mua~" Ayan hung up the phone, flipped his wrist, and dropped a string of extremely rhythmic drums. He is the deputy lead singer, and his voice is naturally magnetic, "The newcomer outside will come to us as soon as the singing is over." ”

"That's a little fresh meat, I heard that I'm still a student, youth~" Ayan whistled angrily, and winked at Paris who was chewing lemon slices with a serious face. A "this is your dish" expression. The punk outfit is very handsome, with a large skull stud earring on his ear, which shimmers with fine silver light.

"Sister has recently changed her taste. Paris lazily glanced up at him, and spit the lemon slices on the dressing table in front of him with a "poof", Min Min retreated in disgust, but Dongzi, without saying a word, came over and pulled it into the trash.

"I ......" Paris was still about to speak, just as the love singers outside had already left the stage, and there were bursts of cheers and cheers, and a bold girl pounced on it and kissed the big boy with the acoustic guitar in his arms. The red lip prints reflected the boy's shy face, the girl giggled and laughed, her face was illuminated by the light, and the sounds around her were like waves......

A hint of amusement flashed in Paris's eyes, "Sisters, walking~ to pick up guests." Before the people could react, Paris had already jumped out of the chair with a flaming red bass in his arms, his skirt fluttering, and he looked like a bird. The beautiful hummingbird in the Italian woods, small and charming.

(b)

Before meeting Wei Mian, Paris never imagined that there would be such a clean boy in the world.

The stage lights were dim and hazy. A white chasing light shone on Paris's face, and she was half-sitting on a backless stool, one leg lazily resting and the other half-bent. She turned her face sideways, her tone was languid and soft, and her voice was very low and magnetic.

This is an English song, the American love song "" by the little diva Brownie, inspired by a beautiful boy she met when she was walking in the countryside, the boy in the white shirt rode by on a bicycle, the breath on his body was clean and clear, and he smiled like two little suns in his eyes......

Paris drooped her eyelids, her black eyelashes were covered, her green eyeshadow was exaggerated, and she was amazingly beautiful, especially when she was singing "~", she made an ambiguous gesture of kissing her lips to the audience, which caused a wolf howl.

What was supposed to be a band performance turned into a solo performance in Paris. Before the game, Ayan received another phone call, and Paris heard the delicate female voice and did not give up, "If you don't come, then there is nothing to say, just break up!" Ayan stood and bowed and apologized to the boss all the time, Paris really couldn't get used to his appearance, how could the members of Save be so humble, it was really embarrassing.

"I sing. Paris glared coldly at the fat-headed, big-eared bar manager, snatched the resident singer's acoustic guitar in his frightened eyes, and went on stage alone. As he walked past Ayan, Paris patted him on the shoulder, "Ayan, don't be a woman, forget our save, there are still many people waiting for us to save." ”

Ayan frowned and didn't speak again. He and his girlfriend Xue Qiqi met at a benefit performance, at that time, he was the drummer and deputy lead singer of the popular band group SAVE, and Xue Qiqi was an insignificant one among SAVE's female fans. Ayan had almost forgotten how they had met, their month-long anniversary...... But I remember that Xue Qiqi is getting more and more demanding, buying this and that, all kinds of jealousy, this time he actually said that he was too close to Paris, and he must choose one between his girlfriend and Paris, and even said cruelly that he would break up before she went downstairs in half an hour to explain clearly.

"Do you like that vixen in Paris, you boys are cheap! what's so good about her kind of woman...... If you don't come, then break up......" The mobile phone screen was still on, and Ayan remembered what Xue Qiqi said, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably funny, what kind of girl did he like. Ayan quickly edited a text message and pulled out the battery as he pressed send.

As soon as the last tune of Paris fell, he quietly walked into the crowd just as the chasing light moved away. In the corner of the bar, Paris holds a glass of hot milk and sipps slowly with a straw in his mouth. There are young boys and middle-aged people in suits and leather shoes who come to talk, and Paris always shakes his head and says sorry.

"Wei Mian, you're too faceless. ”

"It's just, let's drink some. ”

"Today is Brother Hui's birthday, Wei Mian, who are you showing with such a dead face. 166 Reading Network