Fake Slackers

Luo Wenqiang sat by the window and finished his coffee when he saw two familiar figures walking across the street.

Xie Yu walked in front, wearing a dark gray scarf around his neck, only showing half of his face.

The two held hands quite naturally, with fingers intertwined. When they got closer, Xie Yu stopped and lowered his head to signal He Zhao to let go.

"Is it enough?"

"..."

No.not enough.

He Zhao didn't even notice where he was going, his mind was full of the person next to him, he only saw the word "coffee house" in front of him when he heard this sentence, coughed lightly, and whispered that this street is too fucking short.

In the cafe.

Someone swiped their phone for a while, feeling bored, raised their head and wanted to look outside, muttering: "Brother Chao, he said he hasn't picked up yet..."

Luo Wenqiang trembled, fearing that he saw something he shouldn't have seen, so he quickly pressed the classmate's head, forced him back, and said without words: "Fu Pei, look, the weather is good today, the two of us Let’s talk about your ideal life.”

"Luo Wenqiang, you are sick!"

A total of ten people came to this party, and most of them had their own arrangements for the winter vacation, and many of them were not even in the city.After dinner, they planned to go to the nearby KTV to sing a song, and the group reserved a private room with the dream of "God of Songs".

Xie Yu seldom went to such noisy places. As soon as he walked into the hall, he heard ghosts crying and howling. He didn't know which box door was not closed tightly. The middle-aged man sang hoarsely with an old smoking voice.

The price of this song city is moderate, and the business is not bad.

The waiter at the front desk was typing the order on the computer, and couldn't help looking up at the group of students. They should be of high school age. The girls simply wore ponytails and heavy down jackets, while the boys gathered in a group and made noise with each other.

He Zhao grabbed Xie Yu's shoulders from behind, as if he was in his arms, and leaned closer and asked, "Old Xie, do you want to play a song later?"

"Come on fart."

"Sing."

He Zhao didn't think too much, went through the list of popular songs recently, and then picked out a song that was popular in the streets and alleys, and everyone should have heard it: "Can you sing 'I Love You'? This song is very popular recently."

Xie Yu was in this posture, with his head slightly tilted back. When speaking, his lips brushed past his ear intentionally or unintentionally, and asked again: "What song?"

Just as He Zhao was about to repeat, he realized that this person definitely did it on purpose.He lowered his head, just buried his face in Xie Yu's neck, and said in a low voice: "...Little friend, you are very naughty."

The singing skills of the students in the third class were almost demonstrated on the bus on the autumn outing last time, but the speakers were used at that time, and the impact was not as powerful as the microphone.Luo Wenqiang excitedly clicked the song, and before she sang a few words, Xu Qingqing covered her ears and uttered a dirty word: "...Damn it."

Liu Cunhao happened to go over to order a song, and when he heard this sentence, he casually comforted him, "Brother Qing, calm down."

Wanda: "We men must be strong, this little pain is nothing. Brother Qing, be strong."

Xu Qingqing threw a pillow over her backhand.

Xie Yu got up and took off his coat, and put the coat on the side casually. Luo Wenqiang looked at them while singing, and almost wrote "Brother Chao, praise me quickly" on his face. He smiled and sat back, touching his elbows. The person next to him: "Stop blowing?"

"Don't blow it, sing like a bird," said He Zhao, "...you can't blow it."

After He Zhao finished speaking, he leaned over to take a can of beer from the table, hooked his index finger around the tab, and opened the can with one hand, and said, "People should be more sincere."

Luo Wenqiang closed his eyes, sang intoxicatedly, began to sway with the rhythm, and then burst out a violent "wo~~~!"

Liu Cunhao sat on the side, endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back: "Brothers, did the sports committee order those songs just now? I'll delete them."

The entry scrolled above the big screen in front of him, and the next song was written on it.

"The next skateboard song," Xie Yu felt a headache when he heard it, and wanted to turn around and press the mute button on the control panel on the wall, "his."

He Zhao said: "If you die, you have to love it. Delete it cleanly. Don't leave any capital to him."

Liu Cunhao gestured that there was no problem, then stooped and sneaked past Xu Qingqing.

The light in the box was dim, and the effect lights flickered on and off.

Someone was adjusting other lighting effects, and the lights in the box went dark for two seconds, then turned on again, and then the whole box lit up with stars, reflected on the ceiling and walls, constantly rotating.

Xie Yu glanced at He Zhao, the light just shone on, hit He Zhao's face, and then went dark again.

He Zhao raised his head and downed a few sips of beer, noticing the gaze of the person beside him, and turned his head to look at him.

Xie Yu was a little thirsty, and there was nothing else to drink in the box except wine. This group of people completely forgot the lesson of getting drunk last time, and took the opportunity to order another dozen beers, so Xie Yu gestured to him with a hook Pass it over.

"..."

The man's hand was stretched out in front of him, slender and sharp, with chilly fingertips. He Zhao looked at it for a while, but didn't pass the beer can over. He puts on his ring finger.

The icy pull ring was pushed up little by little, and finally got stuck on Xie Yu's protruding knuckles.

Then He Zhao put the beer can into his hand.

Xie Yu was stunned for a while before withdrawing his hand: "What is this?"

There was a chaotic sound next to his ears. He couldn't hear what He Zhao said clearly, but he still guessed the three words based on the shape of his mouth: ——stamp it.

Luo Wenqiang has a large lung capacity, and the voice came out through the microphone, several degrees higher than the soundtrack, and went straight to the eardrums.After Xie Yu drank almost the remaining half of the can, he felt a little hot in the private room.

"Where's my song?" Luo Wenqiang finished singing, and was quietly waiting for the prelude of his skateboard shoes to play, but after waiting for a long time, he only waited for "I Love You", and asked in a daze, "Who ordered this?" Song, jump in line?"

He Zhao got up and took another microphone from the side: "My, my, sorry."

This kind of small accident can't stop Luo Wenqiang from performing at all. After hanging his voice, he feels that he is in very good condition and can sing continuously for three hours.The whole person was a little erratic, so erratic that he forgot to think, he patted his chest and said: "I can also do this song, Brother Chao, let's sing a love song duet!"

He Zhaogang wanted to say 'who the hell wants to come with you'.

Luo Wenqiang patted his chest, the microphone in his hand was taken away without warning, and his palm was empty.

Although the rap K was voted for by everyone, no one expected to hear Xie Yu sing. According to this master's personality, being able to sit on the sidelines and accept their abuse is already the limit.

Xu Qingqing was unpacking the snacks, pinching and pulling them apart, when she saw Xie Yu snatching the microphone, she lost control of her strength and almost spilled the potato chips all over the floor.

Xie Yuren had passed Liu Cunhao and walked to the screen, his voice came out through the microphone: "Which part are you singing?"

The tune is the same, only the lyrics are different.

He Zhao said, "Anything is fine."

As soon as He Zhao finished speaking, other people around said "Oh—" one after another.

The whole box instantly became lively.

Originally, they were just making fun of it, until Xie Yu sang the first line.

His voice is cold, singing this kind of gentle and passionate love song does not seem abrupt.

After the first few lines were sung, when it was He Zhao's turn, he held the microphone and almost missed the soundtrack, missing two beats of the rhythm.

……

Xu Qingqing patted Xu Jing: "Brother Yu is a little gentle... Is it my illusion?"

Xu Jing looked at them. The ending part was a chorus, and the voices of the two people overlapped.The private room was too dark, only a tall and thin figure could be vaguely seen.

After one song was sung, no matter how much they yelled "one more song", the two parties did not respond.

"You guys sing," He Zhao said, "Whose song is next?"

The next song was Liu Cunhao's song, Luo Wenqiang wanted to sing with him, Liu Cunhao hurried to grab the microphone: "Hold him, Luo Wenqiang, as long as you don't sing with me, we will still be good brothers."

Luo Wenqiang was pushed to the side, one left and one right, and he shouted in a sad mood: "...Is it too much for you to do this?"

He Zhao sat for a while, unable to sit still, he touched Xie Yu's hand, and was about to ask him if he was going out, when he noticed that the phone vibrated a few times.

The private room was too noisy, and the ringtone of the incoming call could not be heard at all. By the time He Zhao reacted, the ringtone had stopped, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the phone screen.

Missed call.

He Zhao glanced at the string of numbers, but didn't have any impression, and was about to throw the phone aside, when the phone vibrated twice, and then a text message popped up.

-Brother Chao, I am Xiaolei.

He Zhaoqi dialed the phone and opened the door of the box to go out.

After walking for a while, I heard a few "beeps" on the other end of the phone.He leaned back, leaning against the wall.He stared down at the brick-red carpet on the ground.

The phone went through quickly.

Er Lei still spoke a little stupidly, he was quite noisy, and there was also the prompt sound of the high-speed train ticket inspection: "Brother Chao. Are you still in City A? It's been a long time. I just arrived today, and I came back to do something... Are you free recently, Juju?"

He Zhao unconsciously touched his pockets, only to remember that he had quit smoking and hadn't even brought candies often.

Although He Zhao was talking in his mouth and replied a few words, his mind was still not sober, and he didn't even know what he said.It seemed to ask Er Lei how he was doing recently and what he was doing. Er Lei said that he had been running a small business with his cousin for the past two years, and this time he came to City A for a business trip.

Er Lei dragged his suitcase and walked up the elevator. He looked up at several entrances and exits, and found that this place in City A had become a little strange: "I will stay for about half a month this time, Brother Jun..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by He Zhao.

"sorry."

He Zhao repeated again: "...I'm sorry."

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry, I didn't know about the book review area until I read the private message the day before yesterday.I promised to double it before because I thought it was almost finished. The chapter was written from four in the afternoon to the early morning, and then the lights were turned off.But I felt that there was a problem with the rhythm and finally decided to delete it. I rewrote it the next day, and the double update... I didn’t expect these things to happen. It’s my problem. Feel sorry.

Recently, the state is not very good. The control ability in the later stage of the article is not enough, coupled with the long serialization, the later stage is weak, and I am tired of aesthetics, and I feel that the writing is not good.In fact, it has not been smooth since the opening of the pit. I have encountered many problems. I felt that I could not do it several times.But I have tried my best, whether it is update or quality, this is the only way I can do so far.It takes six hours to write each chapter without Kawen (obviously it’s not very well written, I’m helpless), but with Kawen, it’s about ten hours a chapter, and most of them force me to finish writing or delete it all...Recently I don’t dare to promise the update time easily. Although I said not to wait, I’m still afraid that everyone will wait for me. Because of the status problem, even if I estimate that there is still about an hour to finish writing, I can’t guarantee that I can finish writing =. = I’m sorry to the friends who follow the series, I know how you feel about following the articles and waiting for updates.I didn’t know how to say it, and I didn’t really want to explain it. It’s too negative. It’s my own problem. For example, ORZ is still groping for the way of writing.

After thinking about it for a long time, I don’t know how to guarantee a fixed time in this state, so try my best to change it.Will do my best to finish.Thank you everyone.Sorry for the trouble caused by this matter, obviously you are just here to have fun reading this article.