The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 277 Adding fuel to the flames
Carefully, Annie picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. She secretly looked at Kristen and Jack who were biting their ears under the cover of small movements. She found that the distance between the two people was comparable to the Grand Canyon, but Jack looked at Kristen. Her eyebrows and eyes are full of gentleness.

"Be careful."

A low voice came to her ears. The distance was so close that Anne could clearly feel the faint warmth mixed with the charming aroma of coffee hitting her ears. The magnetic and mellow voice gently plucked the heartstrings, and her earlobes seemed to be on fire. It was so hot that my heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

The muscles from the left cheek to the shoulder and then to the arm were completely stiff and tight, and a numbness danced on the surface of the skin like an electric current. Without turning her head, Anne's peripheral vision could capture the outline of Anson's slightly close face. The shadow is cast over the heart.

puff.

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"Be careful not to get caught with your small moves, otherwise the atmosphere will become awkward immediately."

Reason gradually melted in the voice.

Involuntarily, Anne gently nodded her head in agreement, and used her remaining sense to tighten the reins. She couldn't help but slightly close the distance and leaned back, speaking in the same way against Anson's ear in a low voice.

"But does it really matter? They don't seem to be making any progress."

After speaking, Annie couldn't help but swallow a sip of saliva. The coffee left in her mouth was filled with sweetness. The caffeine seemed to blend into her blood, and her heartbeat hit her eardrums hard. Naturally, she felt nervous and irritated.

It feels like two people sharing the same secret, without words or actions, naturally getting closer and forming an alliance.

Anson also noticed the gap between Kristen and Jack, but at the same time he also noticed the brightness and concentration in Jack's eyes when he looked at Kristen. No matter what happened, Jack couldn't look away from Kristen.

Sure enough, their focus was not the same.

"But, I thought it was going smoothly. After all, there is no need to be too anxious." Anson expressed his thoughts.

Annie glanced at Anson secretly. The distance between the two was so close that she could even feel the heat radiating from her pores. Her skin was slightly hot, and she whispered, "Are you sure? They don't even have eye contact. If they can't receive the signal, , everything is invalid.”

Without warning.

Anson turned his head and looked over, and his blue eyes crashed into Annie's eyes.

Anson didn't realize that the two people were so close, and his first reaction was surprise; Anne didn't expect that Anson suddenly turned his head, and in his mind there was only a "buzzing" sound that stretched over his eardrums.

The breath under the nose was entangled like this, and I held my breath subconsciously. The sound of the beating of my heart became louder and heavier above my eardrums.

Time stopped briefly.

The air and melody flowed gurglingly, and the faint human voices and engine sounds passed through it. The world was still noisy, but it seemed that the pause button had been pressed.

An inspiration flashed through his mind like lightning, and Anson's eyes lit up, "I know."

Annie's eyes widened, trying not to avoid looking away and leaking the chaos of her heartbeat at this moment, "What?"

The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, outlining a light arc, "We don't need to be too hasty, everything still needs to take its course; but you are right, you should at least let them feel the atmosphere."

Anne's pupils reflected Anson's face, and she couldn't help but carefully search for the excitement and happiness in those eyes. Two blushes flew up on her cheeks, hot and hot, "Atmosphere?"

Anson nodded slightly, "Atmosphere. Where are we now?"

Annie's thoughts completely entered Anson mode, "Coffee house?"

Anson smiled and said, "Yes. So, what did you hear now?"

听？
Annie was stunned for a moment, and temporarily regained her thoughts, "Music, no, live singing?"

This is a coffee house with live performances. Different musicians are arranged to take the stage every night, including but not limited to jazz, folk, pop, blues, etc., mainly to create an atmosphere.

For those independent musicians and underground bands, such a platform is particularly precious. Not only can they showcase themselves, but they can also maintain a relatively stable income and maintain their daily livelihood. In addition, New York is a big city, full of countless opportunities. Music producers, magazine editors, professional music critics, etc. may appear in every corner of the city to discover tomorrow's superstars.

It is conceivable that no one wants to miss such a performance opportunity.

The same is true in front of me.

A singer is performing jazz. The lazy and dreamy melody settles the atmosphere of the coffee house. The muscles and nerves naturally relax, creating an ambiguous feeling, which is exactly what you want.

Annie immediately understood what Anson meant, and her eyes brightened, but then she showed confusion, "But isn't this music very suitable?"

Anson shook his head slightly, "No, you should listen to the lyrics."

Anne quieted down, listened carefully, and then froze.

What "My hands are full of tears, my heart is full of alcohol, like a zombie", what "I am willing to die with joy in the vast ocean".

Obviously, this is not a romantic love song.

Annie looked at Anson with an awkward smile.

Anson lightly shrugged, "Unless two scarred hearts wandering around the world are clinging to each other and hugging each other, it is difficult for them to communicate with each other."

Anne noticed the teasing look in Anson's eyes, and couldn't hold it back. The corners of her mouth turned up, and she had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from bursting into laughter, but her shoulders still shook rapidly uncontrollably.

After finally controlling herself, Annie spoke again, "What should we do?"

Anson looked serious, "I have an idea, maybe we need to carry out a 'Mission: Impossible' mission and kidnap the performing singer."

Annie was complaining accurately, but the sound of the music ending was heard in her ears.

"Thank you, then tonight's performance will end here."

Annie looked at Anson.

Anson looked at Annie.

As they looked at each other, Annie couldn't hold it back any longer, and the smile completely overflowed from between her eyebrows. It was so exaggerated that Hannah also noticed the movement here.

Anson glanced at Hannah, and then used his eyes to calm down Annie. He had already thought of a solution and left his seat without explanation.

Hannah came closer and asked in a lowered voice, "What were you whispering about just now?"

Annie didn't know how to explain it, "We were discussing live performances. The singer just now was good, right?"

Hannah:? ? ? "Who pays attention to the background music while chatting in a coffee shop?"

Complaints are complaints, but both Hannah and Annie were watching Anson's movements.

Anson went to the front desk and exchanged a few words with the waiter, then exchanged a few words with the coffee house manager, and then disappeared backstage with the manager.

Hannah and Anne looked at each other, neither of them knowing what happened.

Not long after waiting, Anson appeared again, with an additional guitar in his hand, and the direction he was heading was...

performance stage!

(End of this chapter)