To The Lovely You

  Through a crowded crowd, the four of them received a few cocktails with coupons in front of the bar, and then they followed the way of the petty bourgeoisie in the TV series, holding a goblet and drinking sip by sip.

   This wine tasted sweet, and the four little girls who were ignorant of the world drank a whole glass unconsciously, and only then did they feel a little drunk.

   Su Rourou's eyes became confused, but even if she was drunk, she could still feel that in a dark corner, someone was projecting a faintly malicious gaze towards her.

   She turned her head slowly, looking for the source of the sight. Finally, in a hidden corner, I saw a somewhat familiar figure.

  An Yirou! She couldn't be drunk and hallucinating...

   blinked her eyes hard, and she confirmed once again that she was not mistaken. Although An Yi softened her heavy makeup, to her, she was a **** green tea **** who "can recognize when she's turned into ashes".

  Beside An Yirou, an old man with a fat brain was sitting, and he was stretching out a big greasy paw to move her hands up and down.

   "Rourou, what are you looking at so dazzled! It's not because of empathy and love, which handsome guy!" He Xiaojie poked Su Rourou's arm.

   "No...Nothing." Su Rourou looked back at the corner just now, but found that An Yirou was gone.

   She began to doubt her eyes again: Could it be that she was just someone who looked a lot like her?

   At this moment, the loud music stopped abruptly, and the group of men and women who looked like clockwork also stopped, and looked at the slowly rising stage in unison.

   In the crowd, several little girls screamed: "Andy! It's Andy!"

   Amidst the screams one after another, a boy in a black leather jacket and leather pants walked out from behind the curtain. He wore a diamond ear stud on his left ear, which shone dazzlingly in the dimness. With a transparent guitar on his back, he waved handsomely towards the enthusiastic audience below the stage.

   A group of boys wearing similar tight-fitting black clothes and black trousers came out one after another behind him, posing in front of their respective instruments.

The boy who walked in the first one made a few gestures towards the others, and then lowered his head... With his long, white fingers, he stroked the strings of the guitar lightly, playing a rhythmic rhythm. of music. Immediately afterwards, the magnetic low-pitched singing sounded...

   He sings a lyrical old English song, in stark contrast to the raucous atmosphere in the bar before, with long bangs swaying gently with the frequency of fiddling with the guitar.

   The little girls onlookers were even more excited, screaming wave after wave: "Andy, we love you!"

  Su Rourou and the others originally planned to leave, but their whole body seemed to have acupuncture points, and they looked stupidly at the lead singer on the stage with the words "Cool Cool" written all over the body.

   Then, a name popped out of their mouths at the same time: "What is it?!"

  The gentle boy with the warmest smile on weekdays, after nightfall, actually... transformed into a completely opposite person? Is there a juvenile version of a domineering president?

   At this time, He Yanzhi seemed to have just noticed them. He slowly walked to the area closest to them on the stage along with the music, then stretched out his left hand and showed them a "love" sign in the air, and winked at them in a playful way.

The little girls below    covered their faces and screamed: "Wow, Andy is saying he loves me in sign language!"