Dream Guide

The woman giggled, her laughter sounding like music played by the fingers of a master piano player. Beautiful notes floated up, wandering around Aoki, floating away for a while, and then entangled again.

The guitar sound coming from the other side of the stage coincided with this string of notes, and matched with the girl's moving singing voice, resounding in Aoki's ears.

Music always has the power to touch people's hearts. It can make you excited, or it can make you peaceful, or it can give you comfort when you are sad, or it can give you hope when you are desperate.

This kind of music is intoxicating.

Aoki wanted to drink, and even his eyes were full of drunkenness.

He hugged the woman whose whole body was exuding fragrance and brought her face to his.

The light was dim, and he still couldn't see the woman's face clearly, only a vague outline.

"Miss, what do you want to do?" Aoki asked again.

"What do you think?" The woman was still giggling, her fragrant breath blowing on Aoki's face.

"One hundred and fifty." Aoki said.

The woman was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you think I am? Am I so worthless?" Her voice was sticky, and she wanted to refuse but still welcomed him.

"One hundred and fifty." Aoki said again.

The woman suddenly realized something and her laughter stopped: "What did you say?"

Aoki said with a smile: "I said, our store is closing, please hurry up and pay the bill, it's one hundred and fifty!"

A pair of beautiful and slightly panicked eyes were revealed in the dim light, and two pink lips were slightly opened like rose buds in May: "You are the awakened one."

Her voice trembled with excitement, and also revealed a bit of resentment, like a resentful woman who had just met her husband who had been away from home for many years.

This time it was Aoki's turn to be surprised: "What did you say?"

He released his hold on the woman's neck.

The woman's body fell softly and fell into his arms.

"Stop pretending! Your mental power is beyond my imagination." The woman leaned in his arms, "Who can not be fascinated by the stimulation of the senses, the enjoyment of the body, and the world outside the soul?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. If there is such a person, he is either a god or a piece of wood." Aoki inexplicably thought of Liu Xiahui, imagining how this famous and calm gentleman felt at that time.

Doing nothing does not necessarily mean thinking about nothing. Calm on the surface may not be without suffering on the inside.

It was not easy for the ancients! He sighed in his heart.

"So are you a fairy or a wood? Oh, by the way, you are a wood, because your name is wood." The woman straightened up and giggled.

"Who are you?" Aoki carefully distinguished the woman's facial features, hoping to get some information from them.

The woman dipped her finger into some wine, wrote a Z on the table, and connected the two ends of the Z to make it look like an 8 with a flat head and flat feet.

This symbol gradually became alive in Aoki's eyes, like an hourglass of time, constantly rolling and flowing.

What a familiar symbol!

Some memory cells deep in Aoki's brain that had not been touched for a long time showed faint signs of being activated, but it was so painful! He is a lazy person, too lazy to do anything or think about anything.

The woman came over again, lay on Aoki's shoulder, and looked towards the stage: "The beauty who is talking in her sleep on the stage is also your masterpiece, right?"

"Oh, that's none of my business-"

Before Aoki could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud and harsh sound of glass breaking.

"Hey! This is a bar, not a nightclub!"

Bishenghua slapped the table so hard that the two goblets on the table were knocked over and rolled to the ground, leaving glass shards all over the floor.

"I've been watching you for a long time. If you want to make out, go and get a room in the hotel next door. Damn it!"

Qingmu felt that he was more unjust than Dou E. He raised his eyes and looked out the window to see if it was snowing.

"Oh, what a jealous person!" The woman looked at the boss (mother) who was standing in the distance with her arms akimbo, angry and unable to tell the difference between male and female, and then at Aoki, "The taste is unique! No wonder..."

She stood up gracefully, turned and walked towards the door.

"Hey, do you want an umbrella?" Aoki asked.

The woman turned back and smiled: "I will come back to find you. You are in my dream, and I must be in your dream!"

After she finished speaking, she rushed into the heavy rain. In the dim light of the street lamp, the raindrops were like shining silver threads. Her back was graceful and swaying, like a thin willow in the wind.

"You ran really fast! I was there with you and me in the dream. How shameless!" Bi Shenghua's angry face was still full of anger. She pointed at the broken glass on the ground and said to Aoki, "Sweep this place clean!" Remind Xiao Qi: "Don't help me!"

Aoki reluctantly picked up the broom and started sweeping the ground. After just sweeping for a long time, there were no less glass shards on the ground.

The crow flew from one table to another, following Aoki's tapping footsteps, shouting: "Sweep it clean, sweep it clean."

Aoki put his hands on his hips and said with a tigerish face: "Where are you from?"

"Of course it's from me!" Bishenghua came over and snatched the broom from Qingmu's hand, shook his head and sighed, "What can you say about you? You can't even sweep the floor, and you still show mercy. Do you think you are Prince Duan?" You are poor and miserable, I really don’t know what those women see in you!”

When Xiao Qi saw the landlady sweeping the floor herself, he quickly came over to help. However, Bishenghua refused to let him help and said, "Go and help Mo Yu pack his things."

Mo Yu is the name of the singing girl.

When Xiao Qi walked past Qingmu, he made a face and whispered: "You have a sharp mouth but a tofu heart. The boss lady still feels sorry for you."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, with no intention of stopping at all, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

Mo Yu stood at the door with his guitar on his back.

Xiao Qi took the umbrella from the cabinet, opened it for Mo Yu, and asked, "Go back to school?"

Mo Yu nodded, then shook his head.

Xiao Qi said: "It's so late and it's raining so hard. I'm afraid I won't be able to call a car."

He opened the taxi-hailing app on his phone, and sure enough, there wasn't even a car.

Mo Yu's eyes were still empty, but there was an anxious expression on his face.

Bi Shenghua said: "The Conservatory of Music is so far away, so don't leave if you can't get a taxi. Our store is spacious and can accommodate one or two people."

Xiao Qi also said: "Yes, there used to be band members who stayed here if they couldn't get home late. The landlady is at the back, and Qingmu lives upstairs. It's very safe."

Mo Yu said anxiously: "No, I have to rush back before twelve o'clock."

She said that she was about to rush into the heavy rain.

Xiao Qi was the closest to him, holding her hand and shouting: "You will get sick in such a heavy rain! Besides, the school is so far away, and you can't run back before twelve o'clock!"

Mo Yu cried while struggling: "Let me go, let me go! If I don't go back at twelve o'clock, I will die!"

Xiao Qi and Bi Shenghua were both surprised and asked in unison: "Why?"

Only Aoki looked like it had nothing to do with him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked under the eaves of the corridor, looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "It's not raining heavily, and there's no thunder!"

I don’t know if he was cursed by his words. As the words fell, God suddenly became irritable. The rain suddenly became heavier, and a long lightning lit up in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderstorm exploded above their heads. The sound was like putting a firecracker in a person's ear.

The coal boss covered his head with his wings and complained to Aoki: "Crow's mouth, crow's mouth."

The landlady and Xiao Qi were both amused and laughed.

Only Qingmu stared at Mo Yu's face.

The female student who had been struggling and crying about wanting to go back to the dormitory just now stood there motionless as if she had been frightened by the explosion.

Her face was pale, as if she was seriously ill. Her expression was dull, her body was stiff, and she was shaking slightly. Only her eyes were no longer empty, and had returned to the clarity that a girl should have, but they were still a little confused.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" Mo Yu murmured in a low voice.

"You are at the bar. You have just finished singing." Qingmu stared at Mo Yu and said, "You are about to go back to the dormitory."

Mo Yu seemed to remember something terrible, screamed "Ah" and fainted.

Bi Shenghua and Xiao Qi quickly went over to help her up and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"She was sleepwalking, but she's awake now." Aoki said, looking at the continuous heavy rain.