Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

There is obviously a lot of traffic in Yongye Bar, people are coming and going around, and the crisp sound of cups colliding with people's discussions is floating in the ears together.

But Qin Yan automatically filtered out those, and only heard the singing of the man on the stage.

Every word and every line of lyrics that Xi Yue sang was like a love story whispered in her ear.

Light and shadow interlaced, sprinkled over his superior nose bridge and brow bone.

Everything around is blurring and becoming less important. They lose their bright and bright colors one after another, fading into gray and white one after another.

Passing through the crowds and colorful lights, their gazes intertwined in the air.

The two smiled at each other.

Dwell on joy and contentment in the moment.

Qin Yan knew that the song Xi Yue sang was for her.

He has been in gangs in Hong Kong City for many years, dealing with all kinds of people every day, and he speaks quite authentic Cantonese.

Singing this old song has a very strong taste.

He just added a little bit of his own characteristics, and played a little love song together with the unique timbre.

After singing for about 4 minutes, the last note of the song fell, the beam of light hitting Xi Yue suddenly disappeared, and the stage fell into darkness.

The colorful light in other places remains unaffected, except that the stage where the singer sings is pitch black.

Qin Yan's contact with him was cut off suddenly, and he looked for a familiar figure in a panic.

Tall, short, fat and thin, red, blue, white and green, but she couldn't see the face engraved in her heart.

The crowd was surging, and Xi Yue handed over the singing equipment to the bar management staff.

He followed the previous trajectory and saw the woman who had searched for nothing but was frowning and flickering with her mobile phone.

The vibration of an incoming call came from his trouser pocket, a small hum that was drowned out by the noise in the bar.

No one noticed except the owner of the phone.

After 30 seconds passed, the tremor did not diminish at all.

Through a layer of thin and transparent trouser pocket fabric, it clings to his thigh muscles.

Xi Yue neither took out his mobile phone to answer the call, nor fumbled for the off button to hang up.

He walked down the steps quickly, quietly appeared behind the woman, hugged her flexible waist, and smiled softly.

"Mr. Qin, why do you start to miss me after not seeing you for a while?"

His tone sounded like he was joking, and he didn't hold out any hope that she would answer.

Unexpectedly, the woman in her arms instantly turned around and hugged him tightly instead.

With her face buried in her shoulders and neck, her voice was much weaker: "I miss you, Xi Yue."

Even with a muffled voice, the words might still be a little slurred, but none of them reached the man's ears.

Clear and audible.

Xi Yue's question was originally a joke, but Qin Yan unexpectedly received a sincere response, and his heart trembled.

Like being wrapped in a ball of warm water vapor, the whole person is warm.

He stroked the long hair of the person in his arms with his palm, and he asked her coaxingly, "Is the song I sing good?"

This looks a lot like the post-eating evaluation box that automatically pops up from the takeaway customer service.

Give it a thumbs up, or give it a thumbs up?

Qin Yan recalled a man's singing voice, without the filter of tenderness, and said impartially: "It sounds good."

After getting the evaluation, Xi Yue felt a little less uneasy.

He practiced this song for a long time, but he wanted to keep it a secret from Qin Yan, so he had to find someone else to listen to it.

The group of brothers under his hand are all big men, and he felt that it was the sound of nature when he opened his mouth, so don't expect a pertinent suggestion.

It's better to be the younger brother of the compatriots.