032 My dearest

The night was shrouded, the lights were still there, the square was so silent at this moment, the so-called silence actually evoked a heartbeat that I hadn't seen for a long time, I put down what I was holding and pinched my nose involuntarily.

I raised my head, slowly raised my head, and saw her, I don't know the name of the temperament beauty, she is smiling at me, with that still warm smile, even in the silent night is extraordinarily warm, the shallow single dimple is blooming with due warmth and beauty.

At this moment, the faces of three women appeared in my mind at the same time, Manqing's gentle smile, the warm smile of a temperamental beauty, and what made me drunk the most was that there was also Li Qingshu's face, but it was an angry and distorted look, these three women who are familiar with Cheng DΓΉ are very different, who is more beautiful, who is more beautiful, maybe it is Li Qingshu from the fairy tale world, even if I don't want to see her

"Hey, what are you staring at me?"

Just when I fell into thinking and lost my mind, an extremely warm voice sounded in my ears, I have never heard such a warm voice, not the so-called cute, not the so-called magnetic, but a voice that cannot be said, if a person who is angry and angry hears this warm voice, it is not an exaggeration to immediately change the mood is excellent.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? Sick? ”

The temperamental beauty was not angry, but asked carefully.

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed that a man stared at himself and asked carefully if he was sick? How good is the cultivation? If it was Li Qingshu who stood up in front of him at this time, he would definitely be a rough kick when he raised his legs, why is there such a big gap between women and women?

"It's okay, I just see that you look familiar"

I stood up and said with a smile on my face, but I regretted it after I finished speaking, I felt like I was farting just now, and I saw you a few days ago, can you not be familiar? Liang Jiafeng, you hypocrite.

"Uh, have you forgotten me? I haven't come to hear you sing these days, but when I came today, I found that you were ready to close the stall. ”

The temperament beauty continued to say warm words, every trace of fluctuation is to dispel the cold night, and the cooperation of bright lights, so that I standing in the corner of the square fell into a warm whirlpool, exaggerated to say that it is a little self-extricable.

Today's temperament beauty wears a white lace dress, covering a slender and delicate body, and a hairpin that is not mature and childlike is pinned to the long hair of black jade, the hair flutters in the wind, blowing on both sides of the milk-white fragrant shoulders, and under the long flying hair is a wonderful face that exudes a very warm temperament and intellectuality.

"No, of course you haven't forgotten? Thank you for your 100 yuan last time, a few days ago I was so poor that I couldn't even afford to eat, I had to sleep on the streets, if it weren't for your 100 yuan, I would be hungry, in order to express my gratitude to you, what do you want to hear? I'll sing it to you now, how about it? ”

This time, I didn't continue to stare at the temperamental beauty, but looked at it intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled at the same time.

"You sang well, so I gave a hundred, I didn't expect to help you so much, and do you really want to sing for me alone?"

The temperamental beauty looked around as she spoke, and what she wanted to express was that there was no one anymore, and it wouldn't make money to sing to me.

"Really, I've got more than an hour left before I go to work, enough to sing you a few songs."

I re-pulled my guitar out of my half-pulled guitar backpack and said.

"Thank you then."

"I should thank you."

"Okay, we all thank each other, I want to listen to Ah Mei's "My Dearest", can you sing it?"

The temperament beauty seems to have no strange estrangement with me, and asks with a warmer and brighter smile.

But I inadvertently saw a trace of sadness and sadness under her warm smile, maybe people who like music are people with stories.

And at this moment, I thought of my dearest woman, and wondered how Manqing was doing now. Do you snuggle in the arms of others? Are you lingering in a soft queen bed?

I nodded lightly and began to sit down on the bench and play the guitar.

And the temperament beauty is standing at a distance of one or two meters from me, standing quietly, listening quietly, the so-called warm smile is gradually disappearing, maybe this is a song that touches her very much, what about me? Why not?

The gentle wind blows my hair and hers, the dark night is illuminated by the lamp, and the beautiful and sad melody is about to evoke the beauty of the past

"I really want to know how you are doing, I heard people say, it is better for you to tell me, after that period of regret, please rest assured, I have become stronger, no matter how desolate the world is, I am not afraid of loneliness if I have loved you"

Obviously, I don't have the same feeling as my sister, but I sang another feeling, my own regret, maybe it's the temperament beauty standing in front of me in the soft breeze, the temperament beauty at this time has no smile, replaced by a sadness, the brow has been tightly wrinkled, maybe I have remembered the sad past, but also remembered the dear, dearest person.

At this time, it was indeed very peculiar, I was sitting, Tom was asleep like a dead pig, and the temperament was standing in a daze, the wind was blowing, the moon was shining, but my heart was black.

"My dearest, how are you doing? The days without me, you don't come harmless, still dear, I didn't disappoint you, let me kiss it, as in the past I think you must like it, now I have learned your favorite cheerfulness, think of your appearance, what's wrong, can't be forgiven"

Very beautiful song was performed by me extremely hoarse and low, maybe music is a kind of magic that can substitute people into it, singing this "My Dearest", I am emotional again, I am not a man again, I want to cry again, it has been a few days, I have lost hundreds of hours of manqing, but I am still so unwilling to be so

I was excited and emotional, the melody was already messy, and the singing began to become roaring, and the temperament beauty should have been infected by me, and she even hummed along, constantly singing the chorus, over and over again, without stopping, I don't know how many people's attention was attracted, and gradually the separated people gathered again.

They all think that I am a combination with a temperament woman, and we sing together, but I am not outstanding, and I don't sing well? But the temperamental beauty standing up in front of me is extremely outstanding, and the influence throws me a few streets, and her appearance is there, and even the singing is so good, although this beautiful song is a little heart-wrenching.

Gradually, I stopped singing, but concentrated on playing with the temperament of the beauties, because I gradually sobered up, and the situation in front of me was an opportunity for me to make a lot of money, although it was a little shameless, but after all, life forced me, I secretly found a proper reason for myself while talking about the guitar.

In this way, the temperament woman fell into the sea of love in the past, needless to say, after singing a song, she sang the second song, fortunately she sang the song I will accompany, and what makes me hurt the most is that the scene is so grand, close to hundreds of people, Tom lying on the bench is still sleeping, is it really a pig?

Seeing more and more people attracted by temperament beauties, I can't help but feel a little excited in my heart, what pain, what discomfort has been forgotten, but I am secretly calculating in my heart how much extra money I can make next? But then how can you forget jì? Just use the so-called shamelessness to wash away the sadness in your heart.

Using the temperament beauty of Su Weiping's life to earn living expenses, I am really a slut, the legendary Liang Xiaobei painful little bitch.