Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 162 Feel the aroma of your shampoo in the swaying flowers

"Filmed."

Jin Zaijing squeezed out a smile, handed the phone to a woman in half-length police uniform and half-length slit skirt, then pulled Han Zidong's head and ran towards the alley without looking back.

After running for a certain distance, she slowly stopped, looked back, and slowly let go of Han Zidong.

Leaning on the armrest, Han Zidong tore off the zipper on the mouth of the mask, and let out long, rough breaths.

"Jin Zaijing...can you give me a little wink next time, do you know how tired I am from running with this mask on?"

"Inside, Miyane." Jin Zaijing jumped down a step, stood behind Han Zidong, and helped to untie the mask: "But I think your eyes were straight just now."

Han Zidong felt that he was wronged, it had nothing to do with self-control, as for the woman's clothes just now, not to mention him, even Liu Xiahui had to swallow his saliva on the spot.

Anyone who sees a white uniform on the upper body, with a pair of proud evil hidden under the thin fabric, a miniskirt with slits on the lower body, directly revealing the leggings, and two pairs of lace-trimmed black silk on the legs, he Can't help but take a look.

Could it be that the girl just now was a model from some erotic lingerie shop, or a female Bodhisattva from Yongdeungpo or Qingliangli?

It's just too evil!

Taking off his mask, Han Zidong held up the hem of his cotton jacket and said, "The people here are so enthusiastic..."

Jin Zaijing smiled, seeing through but not telling the truth: "Then let's go to a bar, drink some wine, and pour you on the fire."

"it is good."

Han Zidong tore off his wig, and even threw the mask to Jin Zaijing. Jin Zaijing didn't say anything, and put them one by one into his canvas bag with a smile.

The bar that Jin Zaijing chose is called The Iron Fairies, which translates to Iron Fairies. The designer used to be an iron miner, so the decoration style of the entire bar is rough and primitive.

The bar is surrounded by ironware, woodware, and other mining equipment, which looks like a large miner's workshop. Even the seats and round tables in the hall are full of metal texture.

The groove in the center of the table is full of palm-sized iron fairies, representing the designer's hope when he was in the mine.

After ordering French fries, grilled wings, and a bottle of sparkling wine, the two found a corner away from the stage and quietly enjoyed the band's performance on the stage.

The rhythm of the music played by the band is soothing, and the lighting of the bar is quite soft, which is very contrasting under the heavy metal industrial style decoration.

Han Zidong crossed his arms and shook his head slightly following the rhythm of the music, but then he realized that there was something wrong with the lyrics.

fuck...

shit...

Jin Zaijing noticed his abnormality and waved at him. Han Zidong understood and listened to him, and then he heard Jin Zaijing say: "This is a blues song. The main content is about a man accusing his wife of cheating."

Han Zidong covered his face: "I thought it was the two of them singing folk songs, like love songs... But isn't this the style of resenting women?"

"What you said seems to be correct." Jin Zaijing tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's even quite appropriate, your description is quite accurate. Sometimes what you say can always make people's eyes shine .”

But no one would be in a bad mood when being praised by others. Han Zidong was also a little proud of being praised by Jin Zaijing.

"Although I don't know much about music, it's like an illiterate sixty-year-old who doesn't necessarily have a hot story in his heart. I often hum some interesting tunes. But I just can't write down these tunes, so I can only occasionally hum to myself That's all."

"No," Jin Zaijing patted Han Zidong, covered his mouth and smiled lightly: "It's just to praise you, why are you still cocking your tail."

"That's because you don't understand me well enough."

Han Zidong took the wine bottle from the waiter, poured a glass of wine for Kim Jae Kyung and himself, and raised the glass: "Cheers, thank you for introducing me to an amazing bar."

"I guess you'd like a bar like this."

After Jin Zaijing finished speaking, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

The capacity of this small wine glass is about 30ml. Although the amount is not large, if there are only two people, there is really no need to drink so hurriedly. Han Zidong looked at the half glass of wine left and said: "You drink slowly, we still have to drink It's been a while."

Jin Zaijing refilled himself a glass, and shook his head with a smile: "You don't have to worry, I'm not someone, my alcohol capacity is not bad."

You want to humiliate me again, right?
Han Zidong raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, and he did not forget to turn the glass upside down to show that there was not a drop of wine left.

"My main reason is that this body drinks less, and it is inevitable that I will not adapt at the beginning."

Jin Zaijing looked Han Zidong up and down, opened his mouth but said nothing, and finally sighed: "Forget it, let's not talk, let's have a drink."

The aggressive method, right?
Han Zidong raised his hand: "Don't tell me, you have to explain clearly, what did you mean just now?"

Jin Zaijing propped his cheek with one hand, looked at Han Zidong and just smiled.

The man in front of me always has this kind of charming moment. Sometimes it is ridiculously childish, such as when he insisted on taking a small cart before, and sometimes he is terribly mature, such as guarding her in front of her this morning, facing the three policemen, or even Dozens to hundreds of reporters and citizens who eat melons.

She turned her head at an angle again, and unconsciously, her other hand rested on the table, resting on her chin.

"Didn't you say you have a lot of tunes in your mind? Hum one for me."

Seeing that bright and majestic smiling face, Han Zidong instantly calmed down, and cleared his throat.

Noticing the change in Han Zidong's expression, Jin Zaijing took the initiative to move the stool, sat beside Han Zidong, and put his hands on his ears at the same time, making a gesture of listening.

Han Zidong took a sip of wine, moistened his throat, and whispered: "When we were together, I always stared at you like this. Shall I tell you, I'm waiting for you."

Hey, it's not just singing nonsense.

Hearing a soothing tune, Jin Zaijing couldn't help but get a little serious.

"Continuing to stay in front of the house now, feeling unwilling, hesitating whether to contact..."

Listening to the gentle voice singing these few lines, Jin Zaijing's eyes lit up: "Is there any more?"

Han Zidong nodded, before he could speak, Jin Zaijing stretched out his finger to cover Han Zidong's lips: "Wait a minute."

She turned her head and glanced, quickly picked up her satchel, took Han Zidong's hand, halfway up and turned around hurriedly, picked up the bottle of sparkling wine on the table that she had just drank a few sips, and dragged Han Zidong away through the door.

"Why are you going?"

"Let's go to the singing room, I want to finish listening to your song."

After turning around in the alley, I finally found an underground karaoke room next to a billiard room.

Entering the box, Jin Zaijing gave Han Zidong a microphone, took out his eyebrow pencil, tore off a leaflet, and looked at Han Zidong expectantly: "Let's get started."

Han Zidong is not a hypocritical person. This song "Feel the Smell of Your Shampoo in the Swaying Flowers" is a frequent guest on his annual list. He is very familiar with it. He cleared his throat a little and started singing directly.

"Among the swaying flowers
I feel the aroma of your shampoo

Just passing by like this, even though I turned around to look for it
All I see in my eyes is the vast sea of ​​people

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