singer of the so-called director of love

The author has something to say: As for why the author hasn't updated in half a month, the explanation is useless, so feel free to torture me.

The winter in country D is very cold, which is completely beyond Shui Le's expectations, not that she doesn't know, she just didn't think about it, after all, it was still autumn when she first arrived a month ago.So she brought almost nothing when she came, including the scarf that Lanbing gave her last winter.

Stubbornly enduring the bone-chilling cold wind for a week, and for the nth time unzipping the jacket that reached his nose, Shui Le finally couldn't bear to call Ian.

"Scarf? You won't buy a new one! Why did you send it over?" Ian was a little confused, asking for trouble is not Shuile's style, on the contrary, she is the type who would rather be hungry if eating is too troublesome .

"I want the one that is beige with colorful accents." Shui Le said lightly.

Ian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lan Bing on the opposite side reflexively. Of course he knew the origin of the scarf. "Okay, I see. Any other instructions?"

"bye."

"..." Ian put away his phone speechlessly, faced Lan Bing's scorching gaze, and said frankly: "Lele, she said it's a bit cold over there, so I'll send her a scarf," he paused intentionally, "Beige Dot the colored one."

Lan Bing didn't speak, just smiled silently, from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks, from the corners of his eyes to the tip of his eyebrows, the meaning in that smile made Ian couldn't help asking: "Do you have any other suggestions?"

Unexpectedly, Lan Bing stood up directly, left a sentence of "give me a day.", and left gracefully.Looking at her brisk back, Ian realized that something was happening and there was no turning back.

Shui Le hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and fell down on the sofa in the living room.

That day she helped her wrap the scarf with her own hands, with gentle movements.She shut her outside the door of the cafe, and when she opened the door again, her face was full of doting and tenderness.She lay on the steering wheel and said that she was a little tempted.She said, I can wait for a long time, a long time... Shui Le raised her arms and covered her eyes.

A few days later, Shui Le signed for a huge package with black lines all over her head. When she was about to make complaints across the ocean, she saw Ian’s message: She happened to be there when you called. I swear, she is really innocent. It's a coincidence!

Ian didn't say who she was, but Shuile knew it was blue ice.Sure enough, in a pile of fluffy winter gear, the scarf was sandwiched, and when he opened it, a note fell out, black and white, Lan Bing said softly: "Don't be troublesome, don't freeze, good boy." Shui Le All of a sudden, I buried myself in that pile of softness.

It has been more than two months, she has not seen her girl for more than two months, and has not heard her voice for more than two months, time is getting slower and slower, Lan Bing wants to laugh at herself.She read "The Painter" several times last night, and stayed up all night, only falling asleep to her singing when the sky was slightly bright.

When the phone rang, Lan Bing opened his eyes vaguely from a deep dream, but when he touched the phone and saw the caller ID, he sat up suddenly.

After trying to clear his throat a few times, Lan Bing answered the phone: "Lele?"

Shui Le didn't answer right away, and after a few seconds, she asked softly: "Lan, are you sleeping? I'll call you later."

"It's okay, I'm already awake." Lan Bing put the pillow behind her back, leaned against the head of the bed, closed her eyes and imagined what she would look like when she was talking to herself, "Have you finished class?"

"Ah."

"Is it cold?"

Shui Le paused, "It was cold at the beginning, but it was not cold after receiving the equipment."

"Hehe~" Lan Bing smiled softly, Shui Le could hear the tenderness in her voice, but she couldn't see the satisfied almost sweet smile on her face.

"Isn't it almost noon? Why do you sleep so late? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm fine, it's just that I watched a movie too late last night, and I didn't sleep until it was almost dawn..."

"What movie actually kept director Lan Bing up all night?"

Lan Bing raised the corners of her mouth deeply, and after a while, lowered her voice, and replied faintly: ""The Painter"~"

This time Shui Le was silent for a long time, and Lan Bing was not in a hurry, quietly, as if they were counting each other's breaths.

Shui Le almost forgot why she called Lan Bing.She admits she was actually a little nervous dialing the number, well, more than a little.When she heard Lan Bing calling her name in a low voice that just woke up, she could hardly hold back the trembling in her ears. She had long known how charming her voice was when she lowered her voice to speak.When she smiled lowly, she could imagine how gentle her face was, together with those eyes, like water.She even said that she watched her movie all night.

"You said you wanted to see my art exhibition last time, remember?"

"The one who doesn't remember is you? I thought you were fooling me at that time~"

"How dare I fool you old man," she heard her laughing on the other side of the phone again, "There will be a large-scale impression painting exhibition in the art gallery next month, and I handed over a few paintings to fulfill my promise..."

"Haha, thank you for your hard work~"

"I like one of them very much. If you happen to like it then, I will give it to you, okay?"

It seems that the little guy wants to play a game with her, "Okay."

"Well, Ian will give you the tickets in a few days. That's it, after you see the art exhibition?"

"Okay, it's night over there, right? Don't go to bed too late, you know?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hehe, be obedient, bye~"

"Bye~" But Shuile hung up the phone and went out.

It was only ten o'clock, and the bar hadn't ushered in her most enchanting moment, which was why Shui Le appeared here at this time.She didn't want to seek excitement, and she didn't intend to drink away her sorrows, she just wanted to see this mysterious but close world, look at these, woman.

"Hey, beautiful oriental girl, we meet again!" The bartender is a short-haired beauty with blue eyes. When she smiles, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes can no longer be hidden, but Shui Le thinks she has a lot of taste. Superficial glitz.

But Shuile just smiled, took his beautiful glass of fruity soda, and found a corner, like the previous few times.That is only a few times, she has "experienced" almost all types of women.Without exception, they all started with a tentative question or exaggerated praise, and then ended in undisguised regret and reluctance.

Occasionally, Shui Le couldn't help thinking, if the person in front of her was Lan Bing, what kind of opening would she use?It should be difficult for a woman approached by her to refuse her, right?What would she like about her if their first encounter had been under such circumstances?

"What do you like about me?" Shui Le looked at the blonde beauty in front of her. She smiled brightly and generously, showing at least eight teeth. She wondered if she was considered a stunner in Les' world.

"Oh, I like a lot of things about you, especially your long hair, I've never seen such beautiful hair!" The beauty was obviously encouraged by Shui Le's response, and she reached out to touch her hair as she spoke, Shui Le smiled apologetically and avoided it, but she didn't care, instead she raised her hands gracefully to express her apology.

So Shui Le didn't mind asking another question: "Then, if I cut it, you won't like me anymore?"

"Oh, of course not, no matter what you look like, I like it!" The beauty clasped her hands exaggeratedly and held her chin, making an obsessed look on her face.

Shui Le was indifferent, "Hehe, your words seem to say that no matter what kind of person you are, you like them."

"Haha, honey, you are so cute! I like you more and more!"

"But, I already have someone I like, and I'm thinking about her."

"Oh..." The beauty held her heart, pursed her lips and looked at Shuile as if begging but smiled, and finally raised her glass and touched Shuile's glass regretfully, "To that lucky guy! Goodbye~" said After taking a sip of the wine in his glass, he got up and left.

Shui Le continued to sit quietly alone, she really missed her.I took out my phone and checked the time. It was less than 11 minutes before 10 o'clock. She told her not to go to bed too late on the phone. If she knew that she had hung up the phone and came here, I don't know what kind of expression she would have. Or, what kind of mood...

At exactly 11 o'clock, the bar's nightly repertoire officially begins.The lights dimmed, and the whispering people stopped. As the lights in a certain corner brightened alone, the band plucked the strings a few times, beat the drums, and began to perform the infinite affection of the night.

That's why Shuile has walked here more than once.And at this moment, what she wanted to do was not just to listen quietly.

During the intermission of the band, Shui Le calmly asked the guitarist to borrow her guitar under the gaze of everyone, and with a smile refused the kindness of other members of the band to accompany her, and sat on the high stool in front of the microphone down.

No one spoke, but there was more or less expectation in everyone's eyes. At this time, a pleasant whistle came from the bar. Shui Le looked up at the handsome bartender, closed her eyes, and the notes came from her beautiful fingertips flowing.

"Youcansing/Goandcarryontillthenightisgone/Andit'stimetogo

Ifsheasks/Ifyou'reallalonecanshewalkyouhome/Youmusttellherno

Cause don't forget who's staking you home/And in whose arms you're gonnabe

Sodarling, save the lastsongforme

Oh I know/Thatthemusic'sfinelikesparklingwine

Go and have your fun/Laughandsing

Butwhile we'reapart/Don't give your heart to anyone

Anddon't forget who'stakingyouhome/Andinwho'sarmsyou'regonnabe

Sodarling, save the lastsongforme"

Note: The lyrics are adapted from the original singer of "savethelastdanceforme": The Drifters (the last episode of the first season of the American drama "queerasfolk" in 2000)