Yan Cong watched her run away in place, and when she was gone, he didn't leave, still waiting at the door, waiting for the two people inside to come out.

"Wen Changling won't hold grudges, right?"

"What about holding grudges?"

"What if she-"

The two pushed open the door and froze at the same time.

The young man's eyes were cold, and although his face was pale, he did not lose his momentum in the slightest.

"Don't talk about Wen Changling behind your back in the future." His facial features are often praised for their delicacy, like a well-dressed doll in a shop window, if you ignore his wolf-like fierce eyes.

"I've been in your hospital for a long time, you should have heard that I have a bad temper and can beat people."

The two ladies looked ugly.

Yan Cong didn't look at it, answered the phone, and said as he walked.

"I'll be back later."

"Let's play."

"What's there to worry about, I'm with Changling."

On the other side of the phone was Yan Cong's grandfather, and Grandpa Yan didn't worry about him, so he called very frequently.

Yan Cong didn't have a driver's license, Wen Changling didn't buy a car, they took a taxi. Because Yan Cong went to a bar for the first time, Wen Changling chose a bar that was very safe for online reviews.

The interior decoration is very distinctive, the whole bar is sunken, the top is made of irregular arc design, uneven microcement inlaid with a variety of ceiling lamps, criss-crossing black keel exposed, with surface-mounted downlights and spotlights, to fill the atmosphere.

Business at this bar is very hot, and this is the peak time when the customers are full.

"It's so lively, I like it."

Yan Cong walked in front, the first time he came to the bar, he saw that everything was fresh, and while pushing through the crowd, he turned around and shouted to Wen Changling: "The bar is chaotic, Changling, you follow closely." ”

It's not messy here.

Wen Changling made a strategy in the car, this bar was opened by a wealthy and powerful son in the imperial capital, and no one dared to make trouble here.

The whole wall of famous wine behind the bar speaks volumes about how the owner is not simple.

There happened to be a seat at the bar, Yan Cong pulled the two high stools together and asked Wen Changling to come and sit. He also sits, right next to her.

"Two glasses of wine."

There are a variety of delicate wine bottles of different shapes in the cabinet, which are very similar to works of art, Yan Cong has never seen them, and he thinks it is interesting. His family is a sports family, he has been practicing ice hockey since he was a child, and his family controls him very strictly, never allowing him to drink or hide alcohol.

The bartender asked, "What kind of wine?" ”

Yan Cong was too lazy to find the name of the wine: "A cup is intoxicating, a glass is not intoxicating, you look at the tune." ”

The bartender was very professional, and instead of mixing casually, he first politely observed the two guests, got a general idea of how they felt, and then followed the feeling.

One is a spicy spirit, and the other is a mild dessert wine. The sweet wine is not intoxicating, and the tiny bubbles bubbling at the bottom of the glass drive the blue liquid to tumble, like the blue and mysterious sea.

Not intoxicating to Wen Changling, she tasted it and said to the bartender, "It's delicious." ”

The bartender smiled.

At the bottom of a glass of wine, Wen Changling saw a very familiar figure on the crowded dance floor, she didn't dare to recognize it, and looked at it carefully.

"That seems to be Dr. Jiang." She wasn't sure.

Yan Cong has good eyesight: "It's her." ”

Wen Changling was once again shocked by Jiang Youyou.

The last time was in the parking lot of the hospital, Wen Changling bumped into Jiang Youyou kissing in the car with her new recruit, who was a well-known artist. Dr. Jiang, who is usually dressed in a dignified manner, calmly wiped off the lipstick on his mouth after discovering Wen Changling, and spoke with his lips through the car window: "Don't say it." ”

Wen Changling has a very strict mouth, and has never talked about other people's private affairs in private. Probably because of this incident, every time Jiang Youyou met Wen Changling waiting for the bus at the door, he would ask her if she wanted to take a ride.

Jiang Youyou also saw them, and did not immediately go over to say hello, but after dancing the climax of the music, he pushed away the male dance partner who was close to her, and walked towards the bar while calming his breath.

She found an empty seat to sit down, her skirt was too short, and her beautiful pair of long legs didn't know how much attention from the opposite sex had attracted the attention of the opposite sex: "You two come to the bar, just drink?" ”

"We've seen you dance." Wen Changling praised sincerely, "You dance so well, you dance the best." "Twisted more nimble than a snake.

Jiang Youyou stroked his hair that was curled into waves, and warmly invited Wen Changling: "Together?" ”

A hand crossed in front of Wen Changling, it was Yan Cong. He separated Jiang Youyou, his eyes were full of guard, like a hen guarding her chickens: "Don't teach bad people." ”

I don't know how many people on the dance floor take the opportunity to rub oil, Yan Cong is not at ease.

Jiang Youyou is more familiar with Yan Cong than with Wen Changling. She can talk to Wen Changling, but she actually has something to do with Yan Cong. Her mentor is Yan Cong's chief surgeon. In addition, her mother and Yan Cong's second aunt are cousins, so the two can be regarded as distant relatives.

Okay, Jiang Youyou won't take the innocent little nurse with you: "You drink slowly, I'll go play." ”

Jiang Youyou didn't walk long before the lights suddenly dimmed. A few seconds later, an orange light fell on the DJ booth.

The orange light was too dazzling, Wen Changling subconsciously squinted her eyes, because of the refraction of the lenses, there was a brief ghosting in her vision. Slowly, the ghosts overlapped each other, forming a clear outline.

Wen Changling thought she was hallucinating, so he reached under the lens and wiped his eyes.

"Good evening, I'm Xie Shang."

A simple introduction, the words are behind, and the music begins. It's very noisy music, dynamic, perverse, and urging people to beat faster. If you listen carefully, there is a nursery rhyme hidden in the dance music.

It's the little star.

It is very different from the guzheng version.

Wen Changling remembered that yesterday, Xie Shang taught Granny Zhu's granddaughter Tongtong to play the guzheng.

Boss Xie of Ruyi Pawnshop quickly became famous on Hetang Street, which is not surprising, after all, he has such a face and such a temperament.

After all, out of the dust, who doesn't admire Pan Lang.

Granny Zhu's four-year-old granddaughter Tongtong also likes Xie Shang very much, and calls him brother softly.

"Brother, why are you wearing this?"

"Protect your hands." Xie Shang lowered his head and carefully put tape on the children's hands, "And the sound of the zither will be better if you wear nails." ”

Tongtong is still young, and she doesn't seem to understand.

But Xie Shang taught seriously and patiently.

"This is the touch point, and the best touch point is in the eighth of the way through the sounding string." He pointed to another position, "The position of the strings is here." ”

He said a lot, I don't know if Tongtong understood, Wen Changling, who was listening to the corner next door, didn't understand at all. By the way, the house on Lotus Street is not soundproofed, so she doesn't listen to the corner, right?

"Guzheng is a pentatonic scale, there are no 4 and 7, in order: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu."

Tongtong plucked the strings a few times: "Brother, I still won't." ”

"I'll teach you."

He took Tongtong's hand and taught her to pluck the strings.

Wen Changling heard it, it was a little star.

Tongtong also heard it: "It's a little star!" ”

Yes, it's Xiaoxing, it's Xie Sigongzi's milk name.

On the DJ stage, he didn't even take off his formal suit, he just loosened his tie.