With a click, the door of the singing room suddenly opened, and a young man in the uniform leaned into the doorframe, one hand still holding the handle outside the door.

Lin Xiaochuan was taken aback by the waiter, his right hand hurriedly held the microphone that rolled aside, and his left hand also violently retracted his thigh from the sofa, and even for a moment, his whole body was startled.

"Excuse me, do you need any services?"

What? Are you mistaken? What a time for you! Lin Xiaochuan was almost stunned by the waiter's blurted out words, just a small step away! It's just one small step away! I can hold Zeng Miao's little hand in my hand, but you just broke in at this time, who sent you? Who called you here? No one calls you, no one calls you, why are you so high?

Just when Lin Xiaochuan was still a little angry, he looked at the waiter standing at the door, with a look of embarrassment and anger, his hands spread out in front of his chest as if he wanted to shirk his responsibility, and a pair of eyes whiter than a dead fish bubble stared at the person at the door very dissatisfied.

The waiter looked at such a large room, a man and a woman were sitting so close with the window closed, and probably guessed what the situation inside was like.

As if amused, he threw a gesture at the guest, urging him to look back at the wall behind his head.

Lin Xiaochuan didn't know what he was going to do, so he barely made the action of turning his head to look, so he found that it turned out that in the place directly opposite the back of his head, since there is a boxy song ordering platform, it is only the size of a palm, the middle is the song cutting button, and around the four sides of the middle, there are four other function buttons, and the bottom one, the small square that keeps flashing red lights, clearly writes two big words: service!

It must have been the moment I moved my butt just now, and my head accidentally touched this hidden button in the rear, and the result was ......

Lin Xiaochuan let out a long sigh in his heart, the opportunity must not be lost, and it will not come again, hey......

Realizing that it was a mistake between the guests, the waiter standing at the door touched a service button near the door, and the red light at the back of Lin Xiaochuan's head stopped. He closed the door and walked away in style.

Once again, only the tune of Jay Chou's "Black Sweater" remained in the room.

Zeng Miao sat quietly beside her, from the beginning just now, she never said a word, and even made a little movement, if it weren't for the sight of witnessing someone sitting aside......

The excitement and apprehension just now because of the arrow on the string have gradually calmed down, and Lin Xiaochuan put his hands back on his head again, and the embers after the catastrophe made him have to breathe a deep sigh of relief to himself.

So he tilted his head without mind, and went to see what Zeng Miao, who was sitting so quietly beside him, what he was doing at this time.

From the moment he realized that Lin Xiaochuan's left hand might grab his right hand, the world in Zeng Miao's heart had retreated to the primordial era of the earth where the magma was tumbling, and the scorching flames were gathered in every corner of his heart, and the dazzling firelight seemed to illuminate his body transparently, as if at this moment, he was a phoenix born from the fire, and it would be completely turned into ashes in the next second.

Zeng Miao was burned red from her face to her neck, she lowered her head, the tumbling in her heart was just the opposite of the tiredness on the outside, her right hand, which was voluntarily arrested, was like a shriveled orange that had evaporated and collapsed from the water, and it was still hanging on the dead branches with the autumn wind gusting and the leaves withering, leaving it in place softly and motionless.

If the bun on her head could be removed, she wished it wasn't like this today, then at least there was a curtain made of hair to hide her embarrassing side.

Lin Xiaochuan originally just wanted to take a look at her, to see what she was doing and thinking now, but seeing Zeng Miao's appearance in his eyes, he couldn't take his gaze back like this with peace of mind.

He stared at her, imprinted in his eyes for a long time.

If his sister was still alive, if Peng Shan, a girl, had not appeared, how much Lin Xiaochuan wanted to carry on the unfinished business just now, how much he wanted to grab Zeng Miao's little hand like this, and then use his snowflake-like cold lips to melt Zeng Miao's fiery world.

At this moment, he couldn't make any frivolous moves, and even began to feel ashamed of the expansion of his selfish desires just now, he looked at Zeng Miao, he was completely powerless, he seemed to be beginning to understand this girl's current voice, but the more he understood, the more he couldn't let go of his hands and feet, and the more he couldn't act rashly.

At this time, Jay Chou's "I'm Not Worthy" sounded again.

"It's too crowded on this street......"

"Too many people have secret ......"

"Fog on the glass......"

Lin Xiaochuan had no choice but to pick up the microphone at hand again and sing Jay Chou's song, at this time he didn't think that this song was written for anyone else, such a scene, such a mood, not writing about himself, who would he be writing?

As Lin Xiaochuan's timbre and fullness of the song, which was no less than Jay Chou's original singing, resounded in this house again, Zeng Miao waited for this moment for too long, and when she seemed to feel that she was in front of Lin Xiaochuan, she was already as small as an ant crawling in the corner of the sofa.

Zeng Miao raised her head, listening to Lin Xiaochuan's selfless singing in her ears, staring at Jay Chou's MV in front of the TV, she finally took advantage of this time to rescue her right hand that was escorted as a hostage by the enemy.

Knowing that Lin Xiaochuan's attention was now all on Jay Chou's songs, Zeng Miao leaned back on the sofa a little at this time, pressed the center of gravity of his body behind him, and relaxed a lot, so the heat on his face slowly subsided.

"I didn't give ..... some of the feelings that should be considerate"

"You pout, your wish is very humble......"

After singing the song, Zeng Miao still applauded lightly as just now, both of them pretended that nothing had happened, and they both pretended that each other was still the same as before.

Lin Xiaochuan held the microphone and put down his right hand hanging in the air, with a shallow smile on his face, and a little embarrassment after pretending to be polite, he didn't dare to look at Zeng Miao two or three more times, for fear that he would be embarrassed, and the girl sitting next to him would be overwhelmed.

It's been so long that Lin Xiaochuan is the only one who picks up the microphone and sings one or two songs, and the so-called logic of "taking advantage" that Peng Xuesong left in Lin Xiaochuan's mind will not work here at this time.

Therefore, continuing to sit here will only make both sides fall into a more awkward situation again, that is not to go downstairs to walk on the street, hidden among the broad masses of the people, maybe their little emotions will be drowned by the waves, and they will no longer decide life and death as they do now.

"Let's go out for a walk!" Lin Xiaochuan seemed to take the role of a big brother for granted, and his words were less of the tone of the previous inquiry, adding more elements of advice.

Zeng Miao obediently followed Lin Xiaochuan's proposal, since Lin Xiaochuan wanted to go downstairs, then go downstairs and take a walk; If Lin Xiaochuan still wants to stay here and sing, then continue to stay here and sing; If you want to ......

Dropping the microphone is like dropping a huge baggage.

Lin Xiaochuan stood up suddenly, and instantly felt that his body was as light as a swallow and he walked like the wind.

When I opened the door, I just had to say hello to the cashier in front of the counter, and the two of them left the golden years one after the other.