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Chapter 3 3. Escape (2)

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    When Wang Ying was hanging his injured arm all day long, no one dared to ask him how it hurt.  Boss Su made a joke in the local dialect: "Mr. Wang, did you get hurt by being a scumbag (looking for a girlfriend)?"

    Wang Ying smiled: "I recognize your car" The words came to his lips, but he still didn't say anything, just asked: "Mr. Su, how is your car? Did it not get damaged?"

    "My car?" Mr. Su wondered, "What happened to my car? Did it hit you?"

    "It wasn't your car that hit me, it was I that hit your car."

    "There is such a thing? Which car? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

    "Forget it, it's nothing serious. Besides, they're just for fun."

    "It's good that it's okay. You're right, these guys under me are just playful. Would you like to rest at home for a few days?"

    Wang Ying didn't rest.  A week later, his injury finally healed.  After the bandage on his arm was removed, he returned to his previous unruly image.

    Wang Ying noticed that recently Aha came to the bar alone.  Her stingy and effeminate artist boyfriend in gold-rimmed glasses, who got angry whenever he saw him, went somewhere, and he didn't ask.

    Usually around 21 o'clock in the evening, they rest for ten minutes, and the bar manager will come to chat with everyone and invite everyone to have snacks.  Wang Ying doesn't eat dessert, but only drinks very strong tea, and he smokes a lot. Smoking is not allowed in bars, but he is an exception.

    "Mr. Wang, I've always wanted to ask, why do you always avoid talking to me?"

    Aha said suddenly during the break.

    He looked up at her without answering.

    "Oh," Aha laughed, "Isn't it true that people who make music forget their language when they have music."

    He also laughed: "That's right, some feelings and thoughts can only be hidden in the music and cannot be expressed."

    "But people still rely on language to communicate, such as these people," she raised her chin and pointed to those guests who whispered to each other like shadows, "They like to listen to your saxophone, can they communicate with you on saxophone?"

    "They don't need to communicate with me, I'm just making a living in such a place."

    "Although you are working in such a place, I can feel that you are serious and pursuing music."

    "Look, don't we just communicate in music?"

    "But I also want to talk to you about other things, such as the origin of the 'Southwest Sak King', such as some of your stories Guanghan Palace invited a guest, a singer who came down from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and he said that he  I followed you in Chengdu, and I admire you very much."

    "Why do children want to know so much about others? Why don't I do a magic trick for you? Wire your tongue? Eat fire? Or unbutton¡ªthe kind that uses your mind to succeed."

    Aha smiled: "You still think I'm a child? Talk to me, please, always so mysterious! Don't make me admire you too much."

    "You are also very mysterious in my eyes." He thought about his own words and laughed: "By the way, I heard that the women of your Bouyei tribe can release Gu, making people unable to live or die. Someday I will offend you."  You, you won't play Gu on me, will you?"

    "You think I'm a witch?"

    "I think you are a fairy." When he said this, he took a deep breath, his face was serious, and he closed his eyes, as if waiting for an angel to descend.

    "That's what my name means."

    He still closed his eyes: "The first time I heard you sing, I thought you were a fairy!"

    "It was you who discovered me." Aha said sincerely, "I came to the city from the mountains and didn't know what I could do. It was you who helped me."

    He grabbed her hand and opened his eyes wide: "Even if you don't meet me, you will meet others, and others will still help you, because you are born to be a good singer, your voice is very special, beautiful, and has a wide range  , the sound quality is pure, and your singing does not have the slightest smell of fireworks and coins."

    "Let's talk!" she said eagerly.

    It is a wonderful thing to understand yourself in the eyes of others, because you don't know much about yourself.  Yan Ruqing had never chatted with her like this before. She and him seemed to be like siblings or childhood sweethearts. They were attached to each other, they were too familiar with each other, and got along naturally and naturally, without too many ideological discussions.  But Wang Ying is always helping her discover herself and affirm herself, she needs this so much!

    "Just sing like this," he said, "Always keep your difference from others, and don't imitate anyone. Even if you become a big star in the future, you must keep it well."

    She laughed again: "God, big star! I'll go back after thinking about it for a while, my dad is going to build me a beautiful house"Mom and Dad couldn't think of it at all.  I chased and chased desperately, and when I was about to catch up, he turned his head and smiled at me, he was no longer Bang, he was Yan Ruqing.  I said, 'Brother Qing, is that you?  ¡¯ He said, ¡®I¡¯m leaving, goodbye!  ¡¯ He really turned around and left, but he ignored me when I called him.  As soon as I was in a hurry, I woke up.  "

    Wang Ying pondered: "Dream, does it have something to do with your recent thoughts? What have you been thinking about recently? Are you worried about something?"

    "I'm not worried about anything."

    Even though Aha said that, she was actually feeling uneasy in her heart, and she was not sure why.

    Wang Ying looked at her: "You asked me how Xiaoyan was just now, so what did you think?"

    "Sometimes, I really feel that he is far away from me. I can't understand his thoughts. He must have thoughts. Teacher Wang, tell me, if a person is depressed all day long, what problems will he think about?  "

    "I don't know about this, I'm afraid I still have to ask him. Is he depressed all day long?"

    "It was like this before."

    "So what now?"

    "He is on a business trip, I don't know. It seems that he is not very happy with his colleagues."

    "There's a reason for that."

    "what reason?"

    "Cultural differences. I think Xiaoyan lives here and gets along with the people here. There are cultural differences, so he can't be happy."

    "Oh. So, Mr. Wang, do you have any questions about this?"

    "No. I look like a hard person. In their words, oil and salt don't get in. In fact, I am water, and I can melt in wherever I am."

    "Mr. Wang, I feel like you are living in a dream."

    "Oh? Do you feel that way?"

    "Intuition."

    "It's amazing. If you want to say, women¡ªI'm sorry, you are still a girl. The thing that awes me the most about you is your intuition. Women's intuition is very powerful. Then, you use your intuition to judge, what will Xiaoyan show?  What's the situation?"

    "I have a feeling, but I dare not guess."

    Aha was silent.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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