The Demon Marriage of Reunion[Entertainment]

Although everyone's quality of life has been getting better and better over the years, there is no need to wait until the Chinese New Year to be able to use and eat anything good like before, and young people's expectations for the festival are getting weaker and weaker, but with the With the arrival of New Year's Eve, the atmosphere of the New Year is still accompanied by the red lanterns hanging in the streets and alleys, and the Spring Festival couplets pasted outside the door are getting thicker and thicker.

In the coffee shop at the corner, when you open the door, you can hear the clear collision sound of the hanging crystal wind chimes.

"A cup of coffee—hot milk." The waiter came forward, heard the deep and hoarse voice of the man wearing a peaked cap coming through the mask, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile Say: "Please wait." Then turn and walk away.

After a while, milky milk was placed on the table, "Please use it slowly."

After hearing the thanks from the guests, the waiter left, and couldn't help but look back when he walked back to the bar.The man was wearing a black woolen overcoat, and looked out of the window with his chin propped up. His slightly bloated figure and slender straight legs looked a little inconsistent.He couldn't tell the man's gender for a while, after looking for a while, he found that he didn't|take off the mask, but he seemed to have noticed his gaze and turned his head to look over. With good professional ethics, he hurriedly turned around and went to work.

Outside the glass window, the girls were wearing beautiful woolen coats and pleated skirts fluttering past, covered their mouths and let out a breath, then smiled and took the arms of the boys beside them, and snuggled up to each other.The children were wrapped into cute balls, and ran past laughing and pulling balloons.

The person who was watching with his chin put down his hands, slowly leaned back on the sofa, only to feel his ears buzzing, and countless images flashed before his eyes.

When the square's hourly bell rang melodiously, the lively human voices instantly dissipated and annihilated like dust flying in the sky.

A new year has come.

Yelang Bar is a very strange name. Someone once said to the owner with a smile: "Are you arrogant or arrogant?"

The handsome boss smiled charmingly: "Why not? Is there any other bar on this street that can be as lively as my place? Besides, Yelang has more than that meaning?"

"What's the point?" the curious person hurriedly asked.

The boss shook his index finger and smiled maliciously: "No." He motioned everyone to look at the handsome handsome man writhing on the dance floor with his eyes: "Aren't they just a group of sons who come here at night?"

The crowd suddenly let out a long sigh and laughed.

The explosive music stopped, and everyone sat down to rest.

After a while, the melodious sound of the piano sounded in the hall.The sound of the piano seems to be alive, flowing in every corner of the hall, like the night wind blowing across the river, clear and cold, the slender and elegant hands are jumping on the keys, the lights on the stage are flickering and dimming, his face It's not very real, but it makes people feel more mysterious and very attractive.

Someone couldn't help but leaned over to the bar to inquire: "Boss Ye, what's your name? I don't think I've seen it before."

The long brown hair was tied back casually, and Ye Qingyan's handsome face showed a smile that was not a smile: "Is there anything wrong?"

The man smiled awkwardly: "No, no. I just ask, just ask."

"No way, that's—" He raised his head, looked at the stage with a trace of fascination, but when he looked carefully, it seemed that there was nothing there, then turned his head and glanced at the person in front of him, Ye Qingyan chuckled lightly , stroking the glass with his fingers: "My people."

That look was very sharp, the man was startled, and smiled awkwardly: "So that's it, hehe, that, my friend is here, so I won't bother you, boss." He turned around and walked away quickly.

Ye Qingyan looked at his back with a smile, and suddenly heard a cool child's voice: "Uncle Ye, you are lying again."

The moment he lowered his head, there was already a gentle smile on his face: "Baby! Why did you come here, didn't you tell you to read a book obediently upstairs." Standing beside him was a little boy, four or five Around the age of [-], with an angelic face, his eyes flashed an amber-like luster under the light, he looked up at him, his mouth was slightly pursed, and he looked a little angry, which was even more lovable.

Ye Qingyan played around and gently pinched his cheek, the boy's eyes widened and he shouted softly: "It hurts so much, don't pinch me, Uncle Ye."

"Oh, you look so cute, what's wrong with pinching uncle, uncle treats you so well on weekdays." Ye Qingyan smiled and deliberately stretched out the other hand to pinch his other cheek, when he heard ' With a bang, the hand was slapped down hard, and there was a hey sound immediately.

"Father!" The little boy was picked up by someone, raised his small arms around the neck of the visitor, and called out happily.

Ye Qingyan glared at him pretending to be dissatisfied: "It's really tough."

The person holding the boy was wearing a peaked cap, and raised his head slightly, revealing a very ordinary face.However, those black and white eyes, cold and willful eyes swept across his face, and fell on the boy's smiling face, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly: "Why did you come down here alone?"

The boy's smiling face dissipated all of a sudden, and he flinched in fear: "Up, it's boring up there. I, I want to see Dad." Seeing Dad's frown, his eyes turned red immediately, and his arms hugged his neck tightly. , carefully rubbing his face against his side: "I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong."

Ye Qingyan poured a cup of hot milk and handed it over: "Okay, Xixi, Xiaofeng misses you too much, you are not by his side day and night, it is understandable that he can't help but come to you, after all He's only five years old."

Ning Muxi gave him a hard look, turned around and saw his son's red eyes, and sighed: "Father is not angry, but Xiaofeng, you put my sister on it alone, what if something happens?" ? Didn’t Dad ask you to take good care of your sister?”

Ning Xiaofeng let out an 'ah', and hurriedly struggled to the ground: "Dad! Dad! I was wrong!! I'll go back and take care of my sister right away!!" He ran to the second floor without taking the milk while talking.

"Slow down baby Xiaofeng!" Ye Qingyan shouted from behind.

The second floor is Ye Qingyan's private place, the sound insulation is very good, Ning Xiaofeng and Ning Xiaoyin are usually there waiting for Ning Muxi.Today Ning Xiaofeng stayed for a while, feeling a little bored, he secretly opened the door and went to the stairs, when he heard the piano sound ended, he knew that his father was coming back, so he couldn't help but run down first.

Ye Qingyan had no choice but to stuff the milk into Ning Muxi's hand: "Why scare him, you are always so cautious, I'll let someone watch from above."

Ning Muxi looked down at the milk in his hand, and after a while, he raised his head and glanced at him, and said lightly: "It's troublesome." He put the milk back, and then went up to the second floor to see his child.

"Tell me this." Ye Qingyan patted the back of his hand lightly with a smile: "I really want to thank me, how about, with your body——"

"You?" Ning Muxi interrupted him, halfway there, he turned around, raised his eyebrows at Ye Qingyan, with a sneer on his pretty face. "I don't care, but do you have that ability?"

"You're ruthless!" Ye Qingyan looked at Ning Muxi's back and gritted his teeth fiercely.

After going up to the second floor, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a boy sitting on a small bench, holding a book, reading the contents above, with a crisp voice.There was also a girl sitting next to him, two very similar little faces together, listening to the story attentively, the atmosphere was quiet and warm.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ning Xiaofeng looked up and shouted in surprise: "Dad!" He jumped up, put the book on the stool, and rushed over again.

Ning Muxi took his hand and walked over, squatted on the ground, looked at the little girl, and said softly: "Yinyin."

The little girl picked up the book on the stool and opened it page by page. When she heard someone calling her name, she raised her head and looked at Ning Muxi carefully. After a while, she blinked her big eyes and called out with a smile. One voice: "Dad."

"Yeah." Ning Muxi responded and got up, Ning Xiaofeng saw him coming up, and was not in the mood to read the story anymore, and circled around him like a little pug, Ning Muxi couldn't help laughing: " What's wrong?"

Ning Xiaofeng rubbed against him: "Father, are you tired?" There was worry and concern on that little face.

Ning Muxi's heart softened, and he stroked his hair: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all after seeing your father." After a pause, he said: "Pack up your things, let's go home. "

"Mmm, good!" Ning Xiaofeng hurried away to pack his small schoolbag after hearing what he said.

Ning Xiaoyin didn't seem to have heard the conversation between her father and her brother, she was still sitting on the small bench, holding a book and reading it seriously.

"Sister, let's go home with Dad. Brother is going to put away the books." Ning Xiaofeng packed up his drawing books and pens, turned around and saw that Ning Xiaoyin was still sitting there, and walked over to get them. through the storybook in her hand.

Ning Xiaoyin blinked, clutching the book without moving.

Ning Xiaofeng looked up at Ning Muxi asking for help: "Father—"

Ning Muxi smiled: "My sister hasn't finished it yet, let her read it, you just put away everything else."

Ning Xiaofeng sighed casually like a kid: "Every time I say something, my sister ignores it."

When Ning Muxi heard his words, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer his son, he just rubbed his son's hair without answering.