“…”

Jian Qing stared at the cold words on the screen, took a deep breath, pressed the return button, and cleared the typed information.

Type a line of words again—

“Repayment in December.”

There are some things she doesn't need to know.

What's more, the man she doesn't even remember is just a relationship between giving and being given.

The resident little brother on the stage plucked the last string with his fingers and ended the performance.

He closed the score slowly and walked off the stage.

Jian Qing locked the screen of her phone, raised her head and turned her eyes back to the stage.

Lin Yi seemed to know him, and before he came on stage he greeted him, as if he was deliberately provoking, "Brother, you are singing too sad, this is not a clear place."

She chewed the gum and spit out a bubble, "Why don't you come to our band, we just happen to be missing a sub-guitar."

It looks really worth it, and it looks like a gangster.

Xu Shu was not angry and didn't bother with her.

Put the guitar in his bag, carry it on his shoulder, and before leaving, he looked at the green hair above her head, and smiled, "Did you show it to me?"

"Get out of here." Lin Yigang was proud and immediately turned against him and sweared.

Seeing her angry look, Xu Shu's smile became deeper, and she reached out to rub her green hair, "Let's go."

"Don't touch my head!" Lin Yi avoided it as if he was avoiding the plague god.

"Linzi, what's Moji? I'm on stage." The man with dreadlocks waved to her.

Jian Qing held her face with her hands and saw their interaction in her eyes.

There was no sound from afar, no sign of their tension, but their behavior was intimate and ambiguous.

The sound of two girls whispering on the next table came to my ears.

"Damn it, look at the two handsome guys who are playing with the ball next to the stage."

"I saw it, your mother is sweet. I originally planned to meet with the little brother who was singing just now, forget it and I'll let it go."

"The green-haired little brother looks so wild and cool, but he can only suffer from the height difference."

"Don't you think this is the contrast cute? It's too good to kill me with your head."

“…”

Jian Qing was taken by two girls, and the uncontrollable picture appeared in her mind uncontrollably.

When Xu Shu passed by the bar, she couldn't help but take a look.

Explore and curious.

It seems that I have never heard Lin Yi mention such a person.

Maybe his eyes were too straightforward, so Xu Shu turned his face inadvertently and looked at her.

"It's you?"

Jian Qing was stunned, "Do you know me?"

Xu Shu shrugged and shook her head, smiled friendlyly at her, and turned around and left.

I just thought of the last time she came to the bar, and she was sitting in this position, ordered a lot of wine, and cried very sadly.

At that time, she was still dyed with beautiful burgundy hair, which was eye-catching.

Unlike now, she looks very young.

Jian Qing didn't care about the little episode that he had just been there, and focused all his attention on the stage.

The bar's light rays were tuned from white to a warm crimson red, previewing the next rock time.

Lin Yi stood in the middle, his dark green and gradient hair was eye-catching, his leather jacket was covered with silver rivets, his black Martin boots were stomping, his hands were holding a black microphone, and his fingertips were light.

Like a born king on the stage.

When the prelude sounded, Lin Yi whistled frivolously in the direction where she was.

Jian Qing curled her lips and smiled, raised her cup and looked at her from a distance.

The originally calm bar space seemed to be ignited with restlessness, and it started to move.

Drums, chords, low, smoky and charming smoky voice.

Lu Huaiyu's eyes moved to the stage and fell on Jian Qing by the bar along the lead singer's gaze.

She was wearing a loose smoky gray sweater, with a dark coat casually placed on the back of the chair, her soft black short hair obediently pinned behind her ears, and her head was slightly raised to reveal her snow-white swan neck.

The porcelain-white face was light makeup, the eyebrows were delicate, and the red lips were bright, and they didn't look that young.

Her clean and clear eyes were filled with spring water, smiling at the lead singer on the stage.

Very delicate and beautiful.

Press your fingertips on the glass, and the touch is cold and wet.

Lu Huaiyu took a sip of wine.

"So what profession are you doing, huh?" The woman in the red dress turned her head and bent her waist with a slim curve.

After a while, seeing that he did not respond, Pei Hao, who was sitting aside, helped to speak, "Doctor Lu, the beauty is asking you."

The woman raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Are you a doctor? What department?"

Lu Huaiyu withdrew his gaze and had a long burgundy hair on the back of his hand. The hair was hard and rough, a bit like the hair of a shoe brush.

"Maxillofacial Surgery." He changed his position calmly, and the woman's hair fell back to the sofa.

"The dentist is very profitable now. Why don't you help me check my lower teeth-" Her voice dragged slowly and long, with obvious hints. Her body leaned forward slightly, revealing a beautiful career line, and her red lips were half open.

Lu Huaiyu said lightly: "Yes, but it is recommended that you make an appointment for a tooth cleaning before taking a dentist."

The woman was stunned and didn't understand why.

He glanced at her lips and teeth casually, "Tartars are second, red, swollen and bleeding gums, accompanied by a odor."

The voice is cold and emotional.

Hearing this, the woman's expression became stiff with her naked eyes and she subconsciously shut her mouth.

"Remember to check blood in advance before cleaning your teeth to rule out the existence of infectious diseases such as hepatitis B." He paused and continued: "If you find it troublesome, you can go to Union Hospital to hang the periodontal department without blood tests, it is more difficult to hang the number."

“…”

The band's first song ended, with whistles and cheers ringing around, and the whole venue becomes restless.

A red-haired woman walked out of the booth area, her high heels were striking, her face was embarrassed and her eyes were angry.

Pei Hao did not try to keep the woman who was leaving, but only touched her hand.

He turned back to the sofa and rolled his eyes, "Lu Huaiyu, you are so good. I called you out, I'm trying to help my buddy get the girl with this face. You're going to let me go, and I'll tell you away in just a few words. Did you do it on purpose?"

He was still savoring the woman's hot figure just now, and it was really a pity that he suffused the wine in the cup in one sip. "You didn't like that beautiful woman just now?"

Lu Huaiyu thought about it and seemed to say casually: "The hair color looks pretty good."

His eyes turned back to the bar, and Jian Qing took out a bouquet of exquisitely packaged flowers from his bag and hid it behind his hands.

A little surprise for whom.

Orange red rose.

It blooms passionately, like a carnival.

When the second cheerful accompaniment sounded, she raised her hand and threw the bouquet towards the stage.

Lin Yi shook his head, raised his eyebrows and lips, and easily caught the flowers she threw.

The nice voice is soft and the male and female voices are hard to tell the difference between male and female voices, "Thank you for my little fans."

The interaction between the two was short, and most people only saw the moment when the handsome and wild lead singer took the flowers. When they looked in the direction where the bouquet was thrown, Jian Qing was already sitting upright.

I saw the entire perspective of the booth area.

Pei Hao curled his lips angrily, "Even the resident singer has a girlfriend to accompany him and I also send flowers. I'm so fucking sour."

He stared at Jian Qing at the bar and looked at him, "Don't say that his little girlfriend is pretty, but she looks too young, are she grown up?" Pei Hao seemed to think of something, rolled his eyes and joked teasingly: "Doctor Lu, do you like this one?"

The phone on the desktop lights up to interrupt the conversation at the right time, and a text message notification pops up.

Lu Huaiyu leaned over and took his cell phone-

【Nanlin Bank】

Account arrival notice: Others transfer to your account with the last number 1456 RMB 10,000

Transfer P.M.: Repayment in December

He lowered his head, and his black hair fell to his forehead, unable to see his expression.
To be continued...