After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Here, no one can recognize her, Miss Song.

This feeling is particularly relaxed.

So I put on the little rabbit mask and wandered around with a group of people wearing similar masks. It would be rare to see the uncle selling stinky tofu next to me and ask, "how much is it?"

"Twenty yuan a share."

She also bought one, still took a bite with her nose, and then frowned, some difficult to swallow.

Look at the pile of young couples next to you. You took one bite and I ate happily. She wondered whether the boss was not friendly enough to her and put the wrong seasoning.

Then he paced to one side of the trash can. After throwing it away, he heard a bright and calm female voice behind him, "come on, come on, there is a little brother playing bass solo in front. It's so handsome."

The voice sounded a little excited. Song ran turned her head and saw a girl in her early twenties. She was so excited that her legs jumped on the ground for a while. Then she took her good sister and hurried forward.

Song ran followed him quietly.

Listening to the girl all the way, "I didn't expect that the passers-by performing at this year's spark festival was of such high quality. There was a group of girls watching. Their voices were almost hoarse. Now in the past, maybe they can catch alive when they step down later."

Hearing what she said, the other little sister stepped up a bit, urged all the way, and the electric sound echoed in her ears became clearer and clearer.

Walking closer, I really saw the lights on the temporary open-air stage next to the artificial lake over there. The man standing in the center of the stage was carrying an electric bass and playing and singing a vibrant English song.

His pronunciation was standard and clear, his voice was clean and clear, and he closed his eyes to listen, which was no less than the large-scale stage performance scene.

Around Song ran, someone whispered, "how can his English pronunciation be so good? It's crazy."

She stared at the steady man on the stage and smiled.

If you remember correctly, it should be eight years.

How can a man who has been in Britain for eight years not have standard pronunciation.

But in addition, it's hard for her to expect that the Shan family has a head and a face in Shanghai, and its influence is not much worse than that of the Song family. The second young master of the Tang Shan family can concentrate on performing on the stage, and seems to have completely forgotten his identity.

From her heart, this is something song ran can't do.

A hi song has already detonated the whole audience. A group of little girls around Song ran screamed in unison, almost piercing people's eardrums.

Then look at the man on the stage. After a slight bow, he took off his bass guitar and walked slowly to a piano.

However, in an instant, he completely changed his aura and was facing the side face under the stage. The outline was clear. It seemed that he pressed the piano key twice after a short brewing.

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

The audience quickly recognized that it was a classic song of Titanic. It was played on the piano, which was ethereal and romantic.

At the moment when the man's thick and low voice sounded slowly with the music, the originally noisy scene was quiet. The little girl next to him pulled his partner's arm and reddened her cheeks and repeated: "my God, myheartwillgo on! My heart is eternal, and so am I. "

Song ran glanced at the past quietly and was amused by the girl's clumsy appearance.

Then raise your eyes. At the moment, the man on the stage has a deep and gloomy side face. I don't know how many girls like that will suffer from insomnia all night.

She hooked her lips in a flash and envied them.

It's a good life.

Compared with the quiet life like a backwater, she is curious about why those who will be happy and sad will express things unreservedly through body and language, so as to let others know that she is happy or sad.

In one conjecture or another, the man's affectionate solo ended slowly, and the warm applause under the stage almost swallowed people.

He stood up and bowed in the standard position of a pianist. At the same time, he refused everyone's request for another song and picked up the microphone standing on the piano.

His sight drifted away and turned around in the dark crowd. Then he smiled shyly, "sorry, I'm actually looking for someone."

Against the stage lights, the man's eyes were permeated with bright light.

He slowly tightened his knuckles holding the microphone and continued: "I'm looking for a Miss Song. She's wearing a black-and-white dress with a camel windbreaker outside. She is very tall and wears high heels, about 175. "

Then he raised his hand and gestured above his shoulder, "probably to me."

In his slow narration, the pot has exploded under the stage, and curious people keep looking around, trying to find a woman who fits the image he described.

Everyone thought that Miss Song should be very beautiful, so they opened their curious eyes one by one.

The man's eyes are still wandering, and he continues to add, "by the way, what she carries today is a dark green leather bag, long hair and silver earrings."

At the moment, several little girls next to song ran had whispered. They stepped back and crowded together to look up and down at the woman who met all the conditions in front of them.

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

In an uproar, the crowd looked one after another in the direction of the voice, and then tacitly made way for the space belonging to song ran. She was the only one left to accept the baptism of people's eyes.

The woman was still wearing the pink rabbit mask. No one recognized her, let alone her look at the moment.

But as spectators, others are undoubtedly envious.

Song ran looked at the man with deep eyes across the mask. In fact, the face under the mask actually has no additional expression.

No shock, no anger, no joy.

She was calm and always like an outsider.

Until the man bypassed the stage and walked all the way towards her. He stood at a position less than one meter away from her, smiled, then stretched out his hands behind him and handed out a pink rabbit doll pillow.

Plush, very cute.

The audience nearby straightened their eyes and thought it was a new proposal ceremony. They were even ready to see the man kneel down and take out the ring from the belly of his rabbit doll pillow.

However, the man just said with a sigh of relief, "just don't lose it."

Song ran lowered her eyes. She didn't know what force was driving her. She took the rabbit head doll by magic. Then she turned her head and gently asked, "go back."

Her heart, some inexplicably heavy.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that Shan Rao was different from Shang Rui.

A man is born with everything, but he won't stick to those identities and etiquette.

On the other hand, people who have spent nearly a decade trying to pack themselves and want nirvana, how can they do things that do not accord with their status as upper class people.

So this man is warm, confident and sunny, just like the sun in winter.

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

She will see the dark side of herself through this light. It's so unbearable.

So I walked very fast, like trying to escape something.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when she left the crowd and turned in a hurry, she was blocked by a sudden figure in front of her. Her falling vision slowly moved up and was facing the unidentified face.

Look again, the woman in a white antique dress is holding him, with a little surprised look on her face.

She curled her lips and smiled, arrogant, "what a coincidence."