Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

In the auxiliary bedroom on the second floor, the bedside lamp is slightly lit.

Han Qing hadn't rested yet. He was wearing conservative pajamas and glasses that he didn't often wear, and he was leaning on the bed reading a book.

She read the book for a long time without even opening a few pages. Her thoughts often returned to all the scenes that happened when she was with her ex-husband, and finally settled on today's scene in the kitchen.

Li Ruoli opened the door, his face was a little pale and it was extremely difficult to walk.

Han Qing quickly dropped the book, walked out of bed barefoot, helped the other person onto the bed, and asked with concern, "My silly sister, what are you doing? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere, or are you injured?"

Li Ruoli endured the pain and forced a smile, "I gave my body to him according to my sister's wishes."

Han Qing held his forehead and wondered what was going on. At the same time, his heart for gossip started to rise, "You went out to look for him in less than ten minutes. How can a man be so fast? Is there something wrong with him? Is there a hidden disease in his body?"

In the north, it is customary to describe men as inhumane or ED, which is implicitly called a physical problem.

Li Ruoli shook his head, a little shy, "No, his one is so big, almost the same as my sister's forearm. It was only halfway into the body, and it hurt me to death, so I just found a reason to leave and took refuge with my sister.

Already."

As a physiologically normal woman, Han Qing is currently in a relationship gap period and has not made a new boyfriend. Usually when lust comes, she has to use her hands to solve it. Now that Li Ruoli uses his arms to describe the thing about men, he will still use it in the future.

How to solve it by hand? It is inevitable that other associations will arise...

Han Qing quickly put his hands behind his back without leaving a trace, dumbfounded.

"You are usually so smart and clever, why are you so stupid today! You are not inexperienced. You used to help him solve problems with your hands and mouth. Now you are igniting a man's anger and not responsible for putting out the fire. This is not a scolding

?”

The two women are called master and apprentice, but they are actually best friends. They never hide their private conversations in the boudoir and share their experiences in dealing with men.

Li Ruoli was so embarrassed that she pulled Han Qing's sleeves and said coquettishly, "Sister, I was in so much pain at the time that I forgot about it for a moment. If I go over now, will it be too late?"

Han Qing shook his head and went to the drawer to find Yunnan Baiyao. "Fortunately, I have prepared all my things, so I can give you an advantage now. That bad guy made my family Lili angry today and casually chatted up beautiful women on the road. Let's take it as punishment."

Although the courtyard is Sun Buqi's home, he only lives there for a few nights a year and it is usually empty.

The transportation here is convenient, and it is surrounded by shopping and leisure places. The three girls come here to stay occasionally, and they privately bought a lot of things to pay for the rent.

…

After closing the courtyard door, a gust of cold wind from the early morning hours in the capital blew into his arms, and Sun Buqi's spirit was shaken; the cell phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and he received new messages.

Chen Jiachang sent a text message: Don’t stay out too late and come back early!!!

Sun Buqi was not the only one who couldn't sleep today, many people also didn't fall asleep.

Chen Jiachang stood in front of the window on the second floor, holding his mobile phone in his hand and looking at the deserted street.

Not long after, I received a new text message from Sun Buqi. Although it only had one word "good", it was enough.

The girl waved to the window, turned off the bedside lamp, and sank into the soft bed.

…

In the 1990s, the first bar was opened in Houhai, and hundreds more opened in succession.

Each bar has one or several resident singers. Houhai’s bar street has become a holy place in the hearts of young literary and artistic people across the country.

The famous Magic Rock Three Heroes, He Yong and Dou Wei all like the atmosphere here and often come to sing.

Summer is the time when the scenery of Houhai is the most beautiful, when the bar business is the best, and of course when there are the most mosquitoes!

After November, there were few tourists in Houhai, and the bar business plummeted.

It was already past 1 a.m., and there were few pedestrians on the street.

Night owls who love to play and make noise mostly choose Taikoo Li Sanlitun. For them, Houhai is too quiet and too lazy, not suitable for restless youth.

Sun Buqi tightened his collar to prevent the cold wind from entering, and continued to move forward with one foot deep and one shallow.

There is a small bar on the corner of the street. The lights inside are dim and there is no resident singer, or the singer has left, so it looks particularly quiet.

Sun Buqi opened the door, found a seat at random, ordered two glasses of wine, took a sip of wine, consulted the waiter for his opinion, and walked onto the small stage.

He tried playing the guitar a few times, but his hands were not fully wet yet and all the techniques were not completely forgotten. At this time, singing "When You Get Old" didn't suit his mood. Anyway, he just wanted to entertain himself, so he chose "Over the Hills"

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"Over the Hills" is a casual work by the musical talent Gao Xiaosong in tribute to Li Zongsheng's "The Hills". The lyrics are beautiful and very Li Zongsheng; the version performed by Li Ya in "China's New Song" has the indifference of a bystander and a complete narration

The whole story was told and became Sun Buqi's favorite.

Li Ya may not have realized that she actually performed this song with a new soul, but of course it may have been imposed by the audience.

Sun Buqi stared at the ceiling and began to talk and sing to himself, "Crossing the hill, I met the nineteen-year-old me, wearing a pair of white gloves, drinking my wedding wine. He asked me if I was happy, if I would never say goodbye to sorrow.

Why are there so many people at the wedding, but no friends from back then..."

After singing the song, there were only a few scattered applause; this classic song was born at the wrong time, and some of its pearls were dimmed.

Sun Buqi smiled and shook his head, not paying too much attention to it. He sang this song to others, but more to himself.

When I first heard it, I didn’t know what I meant by the song, but when I listened to it again, I realized it was the end of the song!

When walking off the stage, a girl handed over a bottle of wine and said in English: "Sir, you sing so beautifully, this wine is for you."

Sun Buqi took it politely, said thank you, looked up and saw the girl's face clearly, and exclaimed: "Windsor, why is it you?"

Windsor shrugged, smelling of alcohol, "Yes, China Sun, we meet again. Didn't you suggest that I come for a drink? When you get drunk, you will forget about the troubles in the world. It feels really good.

.”

Sun Buqi scratched his head and defended in a low voice, "Oh, I'm not saying you can't come to the bar. But don't you Wai Guoren all like to go to Sanlitun?"

Windsor chuckled, "I might be a fake nut. It was too noisy there and I didn't like it. I came out as soon as I went in. My friend introduced me here. What about you? Why here?"

Sun Buqi casually pointed in the direction, "My house is nearby. I have something on my mind tonight and can't sleep, so I came over for a drink."

Windsor sincerely praised, "You sing so well."

Sun Buqi waved his hand, "You can't understand Chinese, so you have no right to speak at all. If I sing about the Carpenters and Hotel California, and you continue to praise me like this, I might accept it."

Windsor looked at Sun Buqi seriously and shook his head, "Although I don't understand the lyrics, the music is connected and the emotions are connected. I can hear the helplessness and struggle in the song, all the way to the peace at the end."

Sun Buqi didn't want to discuss the songs too much, so he supported Windsor, who was swaying, and joked, "Music is connected, and drinking is even more connected. We won't say anything today, let's get drunk and stop!"

After two drinks, the two sides had more topics to talk about. They talked happily and began to talk about their worries and private topics.

Windsor's eyes widened and she asked, "You won't want to get me drunk to do bad things like others, right?" She smiled slyly and suggested: "I have a drink, and you have to drink a double portion, otherwise I won't drink with you.

.”

Sun Buqi shrugged and nodded in agreement. He originally wanted to drink alone, but now he can find a friend to drink and chat with, which feels good.

Windsor put down the wine glass and said quietly: "You may not know, but I am actually a lesbian."

Sun Buqi picked up the wine glass and said perfunctorily: "I know..."

When he came to his senses, he understood what lace meant. Unfortunately, he had already poured a sip of wine into his trachea, and quickly turned around to perform a fountain show. Fortunately, it only sprayed onto the table next to him.

The instigator was sitting opposite, looking over with complicated eyes... (To be continued)