As the wine glasses clinked, the noisy sounds in the bar were endless. The people gathered here did what they wanted, releasing their souls that had been bound during the day.
Tang Qiqi, who ran away from home for the first time, leaned on the bar.
Drinking the beer in his hand out of boredom is no different from those who have freed themselves.
Suddenly, inadvertently, I saw a young man with a unique temperament in the crowd.
The boy, holding a guitar in his hand, gradually walked through the crowd and came to the stage.
The black mask on his face concealed his features, but it could not hide the cold aura emanating from his body.
Several instruments mixed together to play a song that controlled the atmosphere of the whole venue. At the same time, the boy's magnetic voice came through the microphone.
In an instant, Tang Qiqi's world became quiet at this moment, and only the boy's moving singing full of stories remained in his ears.
Compared with the others on the same stage, the boy did not dress too ostentatiously and was hidden under the lights.
Such low-keyness makes the face under the mask even more mysterious.
It makes people eager to explore and satisfy their ignited curiosity.
Under the influence of the atmosphere, Tang Qiqi stood up at that moment and moved closer to the voice that fascinated her.
The boy's voice became clearer and clearer.
The voice seems to have been kissed by an angel, making people willingly indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves.
Recovering his thoughts, Tang Qiqi suddenly spoke like a madman, "Qi Yan."
"Um?"
“You sing so beautifully.”
After the voice fell, the air froze, and only two pairs of eyes remained, staring at each other quietly.
One song ended and another started, but no one picked up the microphone.
In the eerie silence, Tang Qiqi's last bit of rationality made her suddenly regain her composure, "I... I mean, you have a good voice, and if you sing, it should sound good."
"Forget it. The last time I heard Brother Qi sing was two years ago." Xue Sui put down the microphone, and tired of singing, he opened a bottle of lip sync and started playing. "I'm afraid I may never hear it again in this lifetime."
"Why?" Yu Luoxi asked curiously.
Xue Sui leaned close to Yu Luoxi's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Brother Qi said that when he opened his mouth that time, he lost the treasure that he had recovered."
Yu Luoxi looked confused, "Ah? What do you mean?"
Xue Sui shook his head.
He only knew that when Qi Yan said this, there was endless loneliness in his empty eyes.
This was the first time he saw Qi Yan like this.
Have you not sung for so long?
Tang Qiqi lowered her eyes with some regret.
"Do you want to listen?" Qi Yan's magnetic voice lingered in his ears.
Tang Qiqi thought she was hallucinating, so she looked up and saw the person next to her suddenly leaning down.
The distance between the two of them narrowed without warning. Tang Qiqi opened her lips slightly in surprise, and all the words were stuck in her throat.
To others, the two were just whispering to each other, but only Tang Qiqi knew how close they were at the moment.
Qi Yan lowered his head slightly, and his breath clearly hit Tang Qiqi's blushing face when he spoke, "Do you want to hear it?"
A strong masculine scent filled his whole body, and Tang Qiqi felt his breathing stop for a moment.
After a long while, he finally found his voice and asked, "Haven't you...sung for two years?"
Qi Yan curled the corners of his mouth and slowly stood up.
I haven't sung in two years.
But if she wanted to listen, he was quite willing.
When Qi Yan took the microphone from the table, Xue Sui stopped drinking.
I stared blankly at the back of the person walking towards the karaoke booth and blinked desperately a few times.
Wow?!
Is he hallucinating because he's drunk?!
Brother Qi... is back?!
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