One bed, one under the bed, Ina on the bed didn't know that there was someone under the bed, if she knew that there was life, it would be a ghost, and Mo Feng under the bed slept on the cold floor, irritable and helpless to listen to the usually serious, cold Ina counting sheep.

Mo Feng really didn't know it usually, and now he was startled, but he couldn't make a sound if he was scared.

To be low-key, low-key, to come secretly, and then go secretly, without taking away a trace of thought, without taking away a cloud.

Mo Feng looked at the bed board above and thought patiently.

My aunt, can't you sleep today?

But hearing Ina's constant counting of sheep and sheep, Mo Feng thought complainingly in his heart

Finally, I don't know how long it took, after Mo Feng didn't know how many sheep Ina had counted, there was a faint sound of breathing, indicating that Ina had finally fallen asleep.

After tossing for almost two hours, Mo Feng was about to collapse, Ina fell asleep, Mo Feng was naturally about to leave, quickly and gently moved out from under the bed, and then didn't even stand up, just quietly glanced at Ina who was sleeping peacefully, and then made a wolf eat man.

I thought fiercely in my heart: I really want to eat you, girl.

Mo Feng didn't stay longer, and quickly squatted and walked on the ground, without a sound of footsteps, because Mo Feng deliberately took off his leather shoes and walked barefoot on the floor.

And when Mo Feng was squatting and walking, Ina who was sleeping suddenly spoke.

"Where are you going?"

And it was a very anxious voice, as soon as Ina's words came out, Mo Feng directly made a move to climb the ground, and while making the movement, he thought in shock: Isn't this girl awake, did you find me?

While Mo Feng's heart was full of thoughts, Ina who was lying on the bed spoke again.

"You give me back, what you promised me hasn't been done yet."

This time the words brought a kind of resentment and anger.

Mo Feng, who was crawling on the ground when he heard it, was just startled, and thought in surprise: Is it really awake?

While thinking about it, he looked at Ina who was sleeping on the bed, and through the moonlight, Mo Feng clearly saw the perfect face that Ina couldn't touch, and found that her eyes were closed tightly, and her expression was strange.

I wiped, it turned out to be a dream talk, scared me to death, if this girl found out, it would be troublesome again.

Mo Feng thought relaxed in his heart.

Just as Mo Feng was about to leave quickly, he found that Ina had kicked the quilt aside, just relying on her pajamas to keep her warm, and after thinking about it, Mo Feng crept to the bed, and the quilt that was kicked aside by Ina slowly and gently covered Ina's body, looking at Ina's unpredictable expression and muttering dreams, Mo Feng thought suspiciously: What is the ice girl dreaming about? It's not good-looking.

But after a glance and a thought, he hurriedly tiptoed to the door, picked up the guitar, slowly opened the door and walked out, then gently closed the door, and walked out of the house where Ina had been without knowing it.

When he walked to the door of the community, he had been looking at Mo Feng's Zhang Zi, and hurriedly rushed out of the security room, and Mo Feng greeted him for a while, Zhang Zi said to Mo Feng that he had just seen Ina, and Mo Feng naturally did not say that he escaped from Ina's room, but calmly said that I had seen it too, and I came out of her house

Return to the state of **silk, return to the helplessness of cycling, and have been penniless This is Mo Feng's current situation, the only thing that can comfort Mo Feng is the love with Bai Qing, which is not unexpected, maybe it is Mo Feng's loneliness when he fills in and promises in front of responsibility.

It was now close to the middle of the night, and Mo Feng drove to the Trace Bar, perhaps now only the idealistic singing has finally become the luxury of Mo Feng filling his stomach and eating instant noodles with a braised egg.

On the way, Mo Feng called Tianhua and asked if there was a lack of resident singers in the trace bar, and Tianhua replied with some excitement that there was still one missing.

Mo Feng walked into the bar with his beloved guitar on his back, the trace bar did not become cold because the night was getting deeper and deeper, on the contrary, it was very lively, and it was also depressing, people who didn't want to be depressed would never come to such a unique bar, the so-called people who like nightlife naturally like to sing and dance, and have fun entertaining, but the trace bar is unique, only accepting those who have been emotionally scarred, so that the hurt people come here to be more painful, and use the ultimate seems to soothe the pain in the soul.

Mo Feng found that it was not Tianhua singing on stage at this time, but Yumei, the clear but vicissitudes of life voice is Yumei's singing style, Mo Feng listened to Yumei's singing voice was a little touched, and at the same time listening to the singing, he came to Tianhua who was drinking alone on the bar, looking at Yumei seriously, Mo Feng secretly came to Tianhua's side, looking at Tianhua's melancholy and sad but sweet expression, Mo Feng couldn't help but sigh: "Tianhua, doesn't it feel like unrequited love?" ”

Hearing Mo Feng's words, Tianhua immediately eased up, looked at Mo Feng and said with a bitter smile on his face: "Good or bad still makes no difference to me now." ”

"Tianhua, you are a bit condescending to be a singer." Mo Feng suddenly stared at Tianhua seriously, and said with a little meaning.

"How?" Tianhua looked at the moving voice on the stage again, and asked Mo Feng suspiciously.

"At the level of what you just said, you can be a great modernist poet, and it will definitely be a legacy for 10,000 years." Mo Feng followed Tianhua's gaze and also looked at Yumei, who had already sung the song to the end.

", if I stink for 10,000 years, you will be 100 million years, and it will stink a hundred times better than mine." Tianhua quickly looked at Mo Feng, who was looking at Yumei, and said angrily.

"I'm not a good person, nor a big villain, but an ordinary, poor jingle of the **** silk." Mo Feng said with full seriousness and bitterness, and at the same time asked the bar for a bottle of wine.

"Okay, then we'll toast to the ** silk, it's all dry, if you don't do it, you'll be a little bastard." Tianhua also said helplessly but happily, and stretched out the beer that had already drunk half a bottle in his hand to Mo Feng.

"I'm rubbing, your sister, you're really a traitor, you've almost drunk it, and I'm speechless with the sip I just opened." Mo Feng said with indignation on his face.

But although he said that, the wine bottle in his hand had collided with half a bottle of wine from Tianhua, representing friendship and helplessness, and after the collision, he was stuffy in a sip, Tianhua drank it in less than a while, and Mo Feng could only pour himself frantically, as if maybe there was only alcohol at this time or maybe only alcohol could only be alcohol to intoxicate his cowardice and his own incompetence.

Finally, Mo Feng dried up a bottle of beer, and while putting down the empty beer bottle, Yumei came to the bar, and when she saw Mo Feng coming, the first thing she said was to gossip and ask: "Mo Feng, who is the beautiful woman who picked you up after you got drunk that day?" Her skin is so white, it's really not ordinary. ”

Yumei's gossip, Mo Feng also answered honestly, and there was a sense of sweet and incompetent coexistence in the answer.

"That's my girlfriend, you said she was white, because her name was Bai Qing, so she was naturally white."

Mo Feng said with a smile on his face.

"Wow, Mo Feng, you're good, you just broke up with that Menglan, and you found another one, it's still such a beautiful one, and I think it's still very rich." Yu Mei said with surprise on her face, Yu Mei's surprise was not that Mo Feng had found a girlfriend, but that she could find the best girlfriend without anything.

But unintentionally inserted willows and willows, Yumei's words tugged at Mo Feng's heartstrings, did not answer Yumei's words, but gently patted the shoulder of Tianhua, who was full of helplessness, carried the guitar to the center, and walked to the stage where the whole place cherished the attention, the silence of the words could not give Mo Feng the pleasure, maybe singing now is Mo Feng's choice, and it is also the only choice.

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