Jay Chou has a love song called "Give Me Time for a Song", which was first included in his 2008 album "Magic Jack", and the lyrics in it read:

Can you give me time for a song

Tightly turn that hug into eternity

In my arms, you don't have to be afraid of insomnia

If you want to forget, I can also lose my memory

Can you give me time for a song

Hear the story at the end and then say goodbye

You send me tears to keep it on a rainy day

Crossing the line you draw, I set the focus of courage

And once when Jay Chou sang this song at his concert, he also invited his ex-girlfriend Jolin Tsai, who slowly rose from the far end of the stage when he sang here, wearing a white sequined low-cut skirt, and then sang:

You say I shouldn't have to

I shouldn't have said I love you at this time

How can I prove that I don't have the strength to lie?

Please tell me if a pause counts as a waiver

I only have memories of one day

Then with a cold expression, he crossed his steps, and in the dazzling lights and the screams of the audience, he wanted to resist and paced Jay Chou, who danced in the center of the stage, like a pair of ambiguous lovers.

Nina and James Harden must not have seen the video, otherwise they would have felt very similar to the scene where they met in a nightclub.

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This is the night after the Rockets played against the Golden State Warriors in Houston, Yang Yiming tried his best to squeeze toothpaste from the team's boss Harden and heard the news that he might go to a nightclub for recreation at night.

Nina's nightclub is called "Clé Houston", and at one o'clock in the middle of the night, there is a queue at the entrance of the nightclub, mostly tall women dressed up at the time, and some are also coming with male companions, men and women laughing and hugging each other in pairs, apparently having had a few drinks before, this is the last stop - or the penultimate stop to push the night to a climax. Nina saw that the length of the line was bearable, and also stood at the end of the line.

Across the road at the entrance of the nightclub, there were several black inconspicuous jeeps parked on the side of the road, and the windows in the direction of the nightclub were rolled down to half, although they couldn't see the movement in the car through the street lights, but it was obvious that those were the paparazzi reporters who had followed Harden before, and they were stopped outside by the nightclub security guards at this time, and they could only wait for Mr. Harden to return with fun, and then look for a chance to see if they could take any exciting photos.

How to avoid them for a while is a tricky problem.

Nina was secretly calculating in her mind that the line had moved forward several columns. While business was still buzzing at night, it was clear that there were more tumiders on a non-weekend night who needed to take early leave and go home to rest, so the line moved fast. Nina had only waited about fifteen minutes before she was at the entrance.

"Your ID?" At the entrance stood a large man with a flower arm blocking Nina's path, asking her for identification to see if she was old enough to enter a bar or club (in the United States, you must be over 21 years old).

“ID？ Your mouth is so sweet, I'm so young, I hate it. ”

"Please show your ID, miss." Nina was close to the big man, but she didn't expect the other party to not eat this set, so she still insisted that she show her age certificate.

"Good, good, for you, sir." Nina pretended to be helpless, took out her driver's license from under the half-exposed chest pad on one side, and pushed it to the chest of the big man, "Here, it's still hot." ”

The latter took the driver's license, looked it up and down, handed it back to Nina, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, please come in." ”

Nina accepted the documents, and exaggeratedly flipped up the ** and chest pad like a book, stuffed the object back, and then hit the chest of the big man with her elbow, and asked with a wink: "By the way, I heard that guy is also here?" He stroked his beard with his hand on the side of his cheek.

"Huh? Well. Dahan finally let out a low voice, acknowledging Nina's question.

"Thank you, lad." Nina got the answer she wanted, gave a flying kiss, and walked into the nightclub while twisting her waist.

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Although she showed her boldness at the door and took the initiative, if she really wanted to chase Harden, Nina was still like a seasoned hunter and had other preparations.

As soon as she entered the nightclub, she took a look around. The nightclub has two floors, with an open dance floor and stage in the center, with live DJs and some supporting performances. The dance floor was crowded, mostly passers-by who came alone or in groups, most of whom had already drunk elsewhere, just borrowing music and venue to have fun, and had no intention of consuming. In the shadows around the dance floor, there is a circle of curved booths, and there are some people dancing standing up, but more people are just hiding inside and drinking. They are the real mainstay of the whole night club consumption.

The nightclub also has a second floor, and above the box on the first floor, there is also a circle around the dance floor, separated by a glass wall. The seats inside were far from the edge of the glass wall, and although a table could be seen crowded, it was still difficult to see the inside from the dance floor.

Nina tried to walk up to the second floor, but was stopped at the staircase: "I'm sorry, the second floor is a VIP area, and it is not open to the public without invitation." ”

It looks like James Harden is in the second floor at the table.

Nina observed the situation, bought a vodka at the bar and drank it, stepped onto the dance floor, walked to a central position where the light often sweeped, just below the sight of the seats on the second floor, and jumped.

Her dancing is tepid, amorous but not showy, sexy but not vulgar. She danced alone, as if no one around her existed, and her bee waist held a half-exposed ball like a huge white pearl held in a clam shell. She twisted her buttocks, and her two sturdy and toned thighs swayed at a high frequency to the music like an athlete, one by one, one by one, and one by one. Her silver wig is particularly appealing, unique on the dance floor, as if she were a time-traveling elf or a self-depraved star who has completely forgotten about herself and all around her.

But Nina was sober, although she danced devotedly, she was still sober, she knew that she was the focus of the audience, and several groups of men and even women came up to dance with her, but she just wanted to refuse and welcome, and after dancing to the music of the dance, she moved her position a little, and jumped up on her own. She knew her goal, and she wasn't in the crowd.

After dancing like this for half an hour, Nina was a little tired and was ready to go to the bar to rest for a while. Just as she was about to put away her dance, she caught a glimpse of a look on the second floor.

White eyes in the dark.

She was familiar, silently watching in the shadows, waiting for the eyes of the predators to attack.

She suppressed the excitement in her heart, gave a flying kiss to that look, and pretended to wave casually to the other party to come down and dance, and walked to the bar without looking back, this time only a glass of soda, and drank it in one gulp.

After a break at the bar, sweating and putting on lipstick, she knew she was just a stone's throw away from success when she was back on the dance floor with her mind clear.

It's really a stone's throw away.

While Nina was resting at the bar, there was a sudden increase in a group of dancers on the dance floor who had just appeared, two laps inside and outside, dancing together.

She was still dancing on her own until the dancing circle got closer and closer, and the last tall black figure, wearing a low-down baseball cap and sunglasses, and a bomber jacket and hip-hop pants, squeezed out and came to Nina's side.

Strong cologne taste.

The dance steps are quite charming.

Nina wanted to refuse and welcome, and in the end, just like Jay Chou and Jolin Tsai, who were acting on the stage but still came together in the end, and caressed their faces, their backs were against their chests and they leaned on the big black man.

The big black beard seemed to pierce the top of her head, tickling her.

"Hey, come with me to the upstairs box for a while."

The big black man's voice was so low that it was almost impossible to make out the difference.

Nina jumped out of the way with one step, her fingers brushing his chest from top to bottom.

She didn't answer.

But the time of this dance is enough to illustrate it.