"Let's go, can we still take root and sprout if we stay here?"
Yun Tuan stood up, took her fat cockroach with her, and walked slowly towards the young man with the mask. After taking two steps, she stood still and looked back with a smile.
"Oh, it's not easy for you to still remember me."
Beixi stood up. He had never been so fully aware that he was a tool as he was now.
"Oh, just take a walk, it'll be fine, I can fight now better than before."
Yun Tuan whispered, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man in the shirt changing into a glass of red wine and wandering around aimlessly.
Xiao Xi flew to Yun Tuan’s ear and whispered:
[Anchor, the one next to the cabinet is Xiaoya, the one with blond hair.]
"Huh? From the beginning, the bet between those two people didn't exist?" Yun Tuan whispered. When she saw the man in the shirt approaching, she took a step closer to Beixi.
[Indeed, Xiaoya was lying in the cabinet before they drank champagne.]
"So the people in the hotel won't let anyone win, so they tampered with the wine?"
Yun Tuan was thinking, but suddenly his arm was taken and led to the side.
There was a slight smile on Beixi's face, and the corners of her mouth were raised at the right angle. Every expression seemed to be drawn by comparing it with a ruler and big data.
It’s not vivid at all, but you can’t fault it.
Seems a little angry?
"Look straight ahead and don't worry about anything else." Bei Xi whispered.
The terrace is not big, and half a minute later, they sat down on the burgundy sofa opposite the young man.
Beixi took out a bottle of wine and shook it at the young man, "Brother, would you like a drink?"
The young man did not raise his head and paid no attention to anyone.
Yun Tuan poked his head forward slightly and saw a whole page of musical notes.
Well...
Sure enough it was him.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yun?" Yun Tuan sat up straight, the night breeze was a bit cold, making him shiver.
The young man raised his head, his dark eyes were deeper than midnight, and there was no emotion at all.
Yun Tuan continued: "Several of my classmates are your fans. They try hard to grab tickets for every concert. I finally got the last few performances, but the chief Yuan Yue is not here."
Beixi flexed his knuckles and tapped the wine bottle rhythmically.
Yuan Yue then raised his head and frowned slightly, "Are they going for my music or my people?"
The young man's voice was hoarse and deep, with a sense of tearing in it, which did not match his delicate face at all.
The clouds have the illusion of facing me and listening to the dubbing.
"Of course I went there for music. We are both from the Conservatory of Music."
She smiled and said that the notice of dismissal was still in her pocket, wrinkled, probably like a rotten vegetable.
"Not necessarily. People who study music have relatively good family backgrounds and can afford at least hundreds of thousands of dollars in musical instruments. They don't have to worry about working. They just study this to gild their resume."
Yuan Yue said coldly, not believing Yun Tuan's words at all. He pulled up his mask, covering most of his face.
"Don't overgeneralize, a lot of people really like it." Yun Tuan was confused, but followed what the other person meant.
It's just that at Yuan Yue's age, his views have been set, and he's afraid he won't listen to what others say.
"What about you? Do you like it?"
Yuan Yue suddenly turned the chessboard over, and all the ceramic chess pieces fell to the ground and broke into countless small pieces.
Yun Tuan shrank his feet back a little to avoid the broken porcelain pieces.
"Oh, I don't like it, so I just dropped out of school." She quietly stopped Beixi from opening the bottle.
The smell of alcohol in this place was strong, and she already had some allergic reactions.
When Yuanyue heard this, he stopped writing, raised his eyes to look at the clouds, and frowned.