Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 524 Shine into the dark side of her life

Here, no one can recognize Miss Song.

This feeling is surprisingly easy.

So wearing a bunny mask, wandering around with a bunch of people wearing similar masks, and rarely looking at the uncle selling stinky tofu next to him, holding his nose and asking, "How much is it?"

"20 yuan a piece."

She also bought a copy, took a bite as usual, then frowned, a little hard to swallow.

Looking at the group of young couples next to her, they ate one bite after another, and she wondered if the boss was not friendly enough to her and put in the wrong seasoning.

Then he walked to the side of the trash can, and after throwing it away, he heard a bright and steady female voice behind him, "Hurry up, there is a little brother playing bass and singing solo, so handsome."

The voice sounded a little excited, Song Ran turned her head to look over, and saw a girl in her early twenties, her legs were bouncing on the ground with excitement, then she pulled her good sister and hurried forward .

Song Ran remained calm and followed behind.

The girl was still chattering all the way, "I didn't expect the quality of the passers-by to perform at the Sparks Festival this year. There was a group of girls watching over there, and their voices were almost hoarse. Now that it's over, maybe I can still catch it when I step off the stage later." to live."

Hearing what she said, the other little sister also quickened her pace, urging along the way, and the electronic sound echoing in her ears became more and more clear.

When I got closer, I saw the bright lights on the temporary open-air stage next to the artificial lake. The man standing in the center of the stage was carrying an electric bass, playing and singing an energetic English song.

His enunciation is standard and clear, his voice is clean and clear, and he listens with his eyes closed, which is not inferior to a large-scale stage performance.

Beside Song Ran, someone sighed softly, "How can his English pronunciation be so nice, it's almost crazy."

And she stared at the man with a steady aura on the stage, and smiled slightly.

If I remember correctly, it should be eight years.

How can a man who has been in the UK for eight years have substandard pronunciation?

But other than that, it's hard for her to imagine that the Shan family can be regarded as prestigious in Shanghai, and its influence is not much worse than that of the Song family, and this dignified second young master of the Shan family can perform on stage without distraction, as if he completely forgot own identity.

In all honesty, Song Ran couldn't do this.

A hilarious song already blew up the audience, and a group of little girls around Song Ran screamed in unison, almost piercing their eardrums.

And looking at the man on the stage at the moment, after a slight bow, he responded to the audience's request, took off the bass guitar on his body, and walked slowly to a piano.

But in an instant, he completely changed his aura, and the side face facing the audience was clearly outlined, as if he pressed the keys twice after a short period of deliberation.

After grasping the tone of the piano, he nodded slightly to the teacher next to him, and a beautiful and affectionate music slowly flowed through his fingertips.

Everyone in the audience quickly recognized that it was the classic track from "Titanic", played on the piano, it was ethereal and romantic.

At the moment when the man's thick and deep voice played slowly in conjunction with the music, the noisy scene fell silent. The little girl next to her grabbed her companion's arm and repeated with flushed cheeks: "My God, My Heart Will Go On! My Heart Will Go On!" Eternal, and so am I."

Song Ran glanced over quietly, and was amused by the girl's clumsy appearance.

Looking up again, the deep and gloomy side face of the man on the stage at this moment, I don't know how many girls like just now will suffer from insomnia all night.

She hooked the corners of her lips in an instant, feeling a little envious of them.

Such a good life.

Compared with the quiet life like a pool of stagnant water, she is very curious about why those people who are overjoyed and sad, when they encounter something, express it unreservedly through body and language, so that others can know that she is happy or sad of.

In this or that guess, the man's affectionate solo slowly ended, and the warm applause from the audience almost swallowed people.

And he stood up, imitating the pianist's standard bow, and at the same time rejected everyone's proposal to play another song, and picked up the microphone standing on the piano.

His eyes wandered, he turned around in the dark crowd, and then smiled shyly, "Sorry, I'm actually here to find someone."

Against the backdrop of the stage lights, the man's eyes were filled with bright light.

He slowly tightened his knuckles holding the microphone, and continued: "I'm looking for a Miss Song. She is wearing a black and white dress with a camel windbreaker outside. She is tall and wears high heels for about one Around seven or five."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured above his shoulder, "Probably to my place."

As he slowly narrated, the audience has exploded, and curious people are constantly looking around, trying to find a woman who fits the image he described.

Everyone thought that Miss Song must be very beautiful, so they all opened their curious eyes wide.

While the man's gaze was still wandering, he continued to add, "By the way, today she is carrying a dark green leather bag, long hair, and silver earrings."

At this moment, the little girls next to Song Ran were already whispering. They stepped back and huddled together to look up and down the woman in front of her who met all the conditions.

Finally, a chubby girl raised an arm and exclaimed, "Here, here!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and looked in the direction of the sound, and then tacitly moved away from the space that belonged to Song Ran, leaving her alone to accept the baptism of everyone's gaze.

The woman was still wearing that pink and tender bunny mask, no one recognized her, let alone her expression at the moment.

But other people who are spectators are undoubtedly envious.

Through the mask, Song Ran looked at the man who was looking for him with deep eyes.Actually, the face under the mask doesn't have any extra expressions.

No shock, no anger, much less joy.

She is calm, always like an outsider.

After the man walked around the stage, he walked towards her, stood still less than one meter away from her, smiled lightly, and then stretched out the hands behind his back, and handed out a pink rabbit doll pillow.

Fluffy and very cute.

The audience next to him stared straight away, thinking that this was some kind of fancy proposal ceremony, and they were even prepared to see the man kneel down and take out the ring from the belly of his bunny doll pillow.

However, the man just breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's fine if you don't lose it."

Song Ran lowered her eyes, and she didn't know what force drove her to take the rabbit-head doll over by accident, then turned her head, and said softly, "Go back."

Her mood was inexplicably heavy.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that Shan Rao has a characteristic that is different from Shang Rui.

One is a man born with everything, but he will not stick to those identities and etiquette.

And the other person, who has spent nearly ten years trying to package himself and spent nearly ten years trying to achieve Nirvana, would do such a thing that is not in line with his status as a high-class person.

So this man is enthusiastic, confident and sunny, as warm as the sun in winter.

However, Song Ran, who was compared to a lone star, is only suitable for living in a cold and dark space. If the sun shines in suddenly, she will not adapt.

She will use this light to see clearly the dark side of herself, which is so unbearable.

So the steps are extremely fast, as if trying to escape from something.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the crowd, when she hurriedly turned around, she was blocked by a figure that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Her drooping gaze slowly moved up, and she met the face with an unclear expression.

Look again, the woman in a white ancient dress beside him is holding his arm, with a little bit of surprise on her face.

She smiled slightly, with an arrogant posture, "What a coincidence."

(End of this chapter)