"Hey, what do you want?"

Qingfeng's classmate, who is also a current colleague, Wang Wei, who works in a department, came over.

"My Professor Yuan, can't you hear you knocking on the door?" he asked with a smile, "Why are you so focused?"

Hearing the sound of 'hi,' Yuan Qingfeng was startled! When he saw that it was Wang Wei from the teaching and research department next door, he suddenly came to his senses.

Alas, he sighed inwardly.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

He said with some stammering.

Wang Wei, he walked indoors and looked at the breeze enthusiastically.

"Professor Yuan, I've always wanted to ask you a question, I happen to be free today, let's talk. ”

"You guy!" Qingfeng glanced at Wang Wei with a smile and pulled over a chair. "Sit down, act like a stranger, what do you want to ask?"

"Breeze, why are you against women?"

"What?"

Yuan Qingfeng was stunned,

"Against women?" he asked.

"But, that's what everyone in our university says about you!" Wang Wei sat down and sat opposite Qingfeng.

"That's what society is. Yuan Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders and said bluntly: "If you are a little 'different', people will talk about you." ”

"Yes," Wang Wei said with a smile: "A thirty-year-old bachelor who never gets close to women and doesn't set foot in Fengyue places must be a bit of a problem." ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Qingfeng nodded.

I was deeply touched.

In fact, none of them saw that he Yuan Qingfeng was an out-and-out emotional animal. Especially on the ferry, after getting acquainted with the girl, he knew that he was 'sick'! At first, the pain he felt was very mild, but recently, the frequency of 'sickness' has gradually increased.

"Qingfeng, have you ever heard such a saying......" Wang Wei looked at the contemplative Qingfeng, and said with a smile: "A woman has not met a lover when she is thirty years old, which is even more difficult than meeting *** on the street." ”

"Oh?"

Yuan Qingfeng was stunned.

"And that said?"

His eyes widened as he looked at his old high school classmate.

Wang Wei smiled, leaned closer to Qingfeng, and moved his chair.

This is a dialogue from the movie "Nobody Loves Me", and it can be said to be the most famous dialogue in the history of cinema. He stared straight at the breeze, his eyes flashing with inexplicable enthusiasm. "The face of a thirty-year-old woman, wow—it's no different from dialogue!"

He paused, observing Qingfeng's reaction.

"That's true of women, but what about men......? Isn't it time for men after the age of thirty to feel the crisis?"

Uh-uh, it's a big circle, and that's just it.

"I don't think so. Qingfeng smiled faintly and said: "If this movie is newly edited now, it should be changed from thirty to forty! The current thirty years old is the previous twenty years old!

"Oh, look at you have no conscience here. Wang Wei smiled, as if he was a confidant of the breeze. "I'm in a hurry for you single dog!" he said.

"What's the hurry, the streets are full of women. ”

"Ahh

"What do you say?"

Yuan Qingfeng also laughed.

"I can obviously rely on my face to eat, but I rely on my talent! Being handsome is also a kind of trouble, and I am often chased and intercepted by young women, don't you know?" he looked at Wang Wei with a smile, his expression was strange, and his eyes were burning with blazing enthusiasm. "I'm often very panicked!" he said naturally, "When I sleep, I will wake up by kicking the quilt for this!"

"Uh-"

Wang Wei looked at Qingfeng in surprise, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't say a word for a long time...... After a while, he came to his senses, and he pointed at Yuan Qingfeng with his hand and said:

"Hey, hey, hey, Yuan Qingfeng, you super naïve king who takes pleasure in trampling on other people's feelings! Ahhhhhh

"I don't know. ”

Breeze smirked.

"What did I say?" he suddenly grimaced. "Let's talk about what I want to say now. ”

For a while, Yuan Qingfeng had an impulse to tell someone something, some of his most secret words.

"I want to say that you, an old classmate, are a guy with a very strong personal feeling; I want to say that I want to turn back time and let me, a guy who doesn't believe in love, believe in such a fiery love; I want to say that I am out of love when I realize love and can't do anything about it; I want to say that I don't think of love and marriage as two things; I say that I lost my love before I was in love, and now I can't see anything in my eyes; I want to say that you better not provoke me now; I want to say that you really don't look long-eyed, and I don't know how much I hate it!"

Yuan Qingfeng spoke the language of his heart without fear.

Wang Wei was stunned when he heard it, he listened stupidly, he excitedly grabbed Qingfeng's arm, dragged him to the sofa and pressed him into the sofa.

He sat down next to Qingfeng, pushed his glasses with his hand, and then stared at Yuan Qingfeng with wide eyes.

"Hah! What you said really gave me an unreal feeling. He said bluntly and stunnedly: "I always thought you were a widow, it seems that I was wrong! Go to a nightclub with us tonight! Doesn't it say that a broken love needs a new love affair to heal? Who knows......?"

He sighed faintly, dreamily.

"Will there be a woman who will let you fall in......" Wang Wei sent out an invitation.

"Okay!"

Yuan Qingfeng actually agreed.

Because he was afraid, afraid to go back alone.

Scared to face that computer that couldn't speak! He was scared to see that black avatar, he was scared --

Wang Wei, he was stunned!

"I didn't expect you to say yes!" he laughed and exclaimed, "Moreover, the promise is so refreshing!"

"Do you think I'm a single person who doesn't eat fireworks in the world?" Yuan Qingfeng asked with a smile.

"No! Of course not!" Wang Wei smiled and shook his head: "However, it's a little strange to see that you are always not close to women." He patted him on the shoulder. "As a man, you should have fun in time!"

"Really?"

Qingfeng looked at him.

"Of course!"

Wang Wei continued to laugh.

"That's right!" he slapped his thigh suddenly. "Lao Zhao, the head of our department, has a nightclub he frequents called 'Laishengyuan', and he knows the manager there. The singing and dancing there are very exciting! Let's go to the cheer today, what do you think?"

"Okay, I'll go with you. ”

"Good!"

Wang Wei nodded, it was settled.

So, that night, several of their colleagues from the university, a total of six or seven people, went to the 'Afterlife' nightclub together.

The layout of the nightclub is quite luxurious.

A hall of several thousand square meters, resplendent with gold. Glass chandeliers hang everywhere, but the light is soft and quiet.

The manager on duty at the nightclub is a small, chubby but shrewd man. Seeing Lao Zhao coming over with a few friends, he immediately greeted him with a smile and personally found the best position for them, a position facing the stage.

After they sat down, the manager ordered his men to serve the best fruits, as well as a few cups of coffee, wine, and drinks. Then, he personally accompanied.

After a while, the show began.

Yuan Qingfeng was a little surprised, because he rarely came to this kind of place.

Watching singing and dancing, listening to concerts, Qingfeng is with parents, going to that kind of more formal and high-end venues, watching those big-name performances and singing. He didn't expect that the singing and dancing in this nightclub would be so good-looking, and it was indeed level. There are songs, dances, and sketches. Several singers are also talented and good-looking.

A dance ended, and they responded with a round of applause.

The curtain was closed, and when the scene was changed, a singer came out.

Yuan Qingfeng looked at the stage inadvertently, and suddenly, he jumped up like an electric shock!

The singer - slim standing on the stage!

She wore a lightweight, floor-length white gauze dress.

Her long hair was tucked together on top of her head, and she wore a hairband of white rhinestones.

She was like a dream, like a princess in a fairy tale, and she appeared.

Isn't this singer, this familiar and similar face, the girl on the ferry who is about to commit suicide? Isn't it the female writer who chats with him on the Internet? Isn't it the 'miracle' girl who 'has no place to find her iron shoes, and it takes no effort' to get there'?

"Hmm!"

Yuan Qingfeng's eyes widened.

He stared straight at the stage, his mouth open in surprise.

The cup of coffee he was holding in his hand had just reached his lips, but he forgot to drink it!

He wanted to ask these colleagues who often came, did they know who this singer was? But before he could speak, there was a round of warm applause from the audience.

Director Zhao and Wang Wei applauded even more, and their mouths were still messy: "Look! The iceberg beauty is out! Look!"

"What...... Iceberg beauty, ?!!"

Yuan Qingfeng's heart was beating wildly, and he pulled Wang Wei's clothes.

"Who the hell is she? Why are you so excited?!"

Wang Wei glanced at Yuan Qingfeng, as if he was looking at a 'soil bun' who didn't know anything!

"Iceberg Beauty is the nickname given to her by our regulars! Because she will never refuse to 'eat supper' with guests, she will always be so ghostly 'clean and self-conscious', and she will never have a little vulgarity in the world. ”

Looking at Yuan Qingfeng's dumbfounded gaze, Wang Wei continued: "Always sing only one song, and every time she sings that song, she will be full of feelings and tears. ”

"Sing what?!"

Qingfeng asked eagerly.

"Just listen to it!"

Because the singer has already started singing, it's an English song.

She has a very beautiful singing voice, and the words are clear, and the strings of English lyrics gush out of her throat, like a stream slowly flowing through the mountains and rocks, murmuring and soft.