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Zhu Shiyi took it and wiped her lips.
"Didn't you wear false eyelashes?" Yu Fan looked you over. "This makeup suits you well, but to look good on camera, you still need false eyelashes."
Zhu Shiyi was on the verge of tears, pouting at the half-painted lips: "I was going to put them on, but I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring them."
"Wait here." Yu Fan took out his handbag and rummaged through it.
He leaned closer and said, "Come on, let me help you."
A stunningly beautiful woman took the initiative to approach, her delicate fragrance lingering around her nose.
Zhu Shiyi secretly rejoiced and said in a high-pitched voice, "Hey!"
She immediately closed her eyes shyly.
Soft hairs brushed against her eyelashes.
"Tell me if you're not feeling well." Yu Fan's movements were gentle and practiced.
"That feels so good," Zhu Shiyi replied, squinting her eyes.
"Your eye makeup is too dark and not noticeable. Let me blend it for you."
"Okay, okay."
The tail of the eyebrow twitches uncontrollably.
Pan Yue glanced at Lin Changren beside him.
Lin Changren crossed his arms and glanced at the two girls every now and then.
The envy in his eyes was hard to hide.
Suddenly, she became melancholy again.
Zhu Shiyi felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.
While Yu Fan was applying eyeshadow, she opened her eyes and looked back.
Lin Changren smiled and waved to her with a friendly expression.
She then looked at Pan Yue.
His eyes were open and resolute, as if he were about to join the army.
The brush was raised again, and she obediently closed her eyes.
"I put some glitter on you." Yu Fan handed over a small mirror.
Zhu Shiyi couldn't wait to grab it.
......
She! So beautiful!
Thanks!
Under the bar's spotlights, the sequins shimmered and sparkled.
She couldn't help but blink, her eyes sparkling and blinking.
"My God!" Zhu Shiyi shook her head from side to side, admiring the makeup from every angle. "They're so good at it! Whose glitter is this? Add me on WeChat! I want the link!"
Yu Fan leaned closer: "Your necklace is so pretty too, send me the link."
"A masterpiece! This necklace is incredibly unique!" Zhu Shiyi exclaimed, sticking to it.
Lin Changren stretched his neck.
How come they're as close as sisters?
Yu Fan, arm in arm with Zhu Shiyi, said, "I heard you're going to sing two shows first? Singing two shows in a row must be tiring, can your voice handle it?"
"There's nothing I can do, there's a access control system."
"Let's not go back tonight, let's go out and have some fun, sing karaoke and then go get some barbecue!"
"It's been a long time since I stayed up all night, let's indulge ourselves tonight."
"But--"
"Yes, it's National Day, a great day!" Lin Changren exclaimed excitedly.
Zhu Shiyi was puzzled.
Lin Changren coughed and clenched his fist: "Stay and have some fun. Let's have a drink at the meeting, it's on me."
Yu Fan politely declined, saying, "It's no trouble for President Lin to spend the money."
“No need to trouble yourself,” Lin Changren said, extending his fist and pointing his finger at Pan Yue. “Old Pan and I were planning to drink tonight anyway, at our own bar, so it won’t cost us anything.”
Pan Yue: ?
A barely perceptible twitch appeared at the corner of the eye.
"Wouldn't it be more fun with two more people?" Lin Changren urged.
"I'm fine with anything," Yu Fan stated. "Are the employees being treated so well today?"
Yu Fan glanced at her: "Xiao Shiyi."
......
My resolve to go back is extremely wavering.
Late at night, after the performance, I went to a bar with friends, had a couple of drinks, ate barbecue, and stayed up all night.
This experience was too novel for her.
And it's stimulating.
"How is it?" Yu Fan patted her head.
The answer is obvious.
The doctor just told her not to stay up late today, but she stayed up all night.
Goodness, how can this not be considered following the doctor's orders?
Zhu Shiyi replied, "But I don't drink alcohol."
“Then I won’t drink it,” Yu Fan said with a smile. “No need to make things difficult for yourself.”
He leaned closer to her ear and said, "If you don't want to play with them, we can make an excuse to slip away."
Zhu Shiyi decided to stay.
“Then let’s take turns singing, one person per show,” Yu Fan said. “I’ll go first, to set an example for you?”
"good!"
After asking the dormitory manager and counselor for leave, Zhu Shiyi told Ni Yuqi.
The bar officially opened for business.
"Handsome men and beautiful women, come in and have a seat!" Lin Changren called out, pulling on Pan Yue, who was like a human signboard.
A young woman with exquisite makeup walked by, and when she saw Pan Yue, her eyes lit up: "Boss, can I touch this handsome guy as I please?"
...I was teased.
Her gaze was too direct. Lin Changren glanced at the human-shaped facade, his smile muscles stiffening as if he was about to laugh until he convulsed: "Okay, okay."
"Madam, this is a proper restaurant and bar with a camping theme. You are welcome to come and try it." Pan Yue said seriously, avoiding the topic altogether.
Inside the bar.
Yu Fan is truly dazzling.
She started by singing an English song, which was cheerful and refreshing.
Her voice has a lot of texture, relaxed yet full of depth.
As the music played endlessly, she swayed her body lightly.
When it came to the fast-paced part, she suddenly lifted herself up with both hands and held the microphone.
Billy's head bobbed up, and his feet involuntarily started to tap out the beat.
Cozy went even further, furiously typing on the keyboard with all ten fingers while his head swayed.
Zhu Shiyi was afraid that he would get a concussion from shaking him.
Yu Fan's second song is a classic French song. Unlike the lively warm-up music, this one is lyrical and romantic.
Billy and Cozy rearranged the song, adding pop elements to the core of a classical piece.
Yu Fan's hair flowed freely, and she exuded charm on stage.
As one song after another played, more and more customers arrived, and the magnetic field of the space constantly shifted, with intensity and gentleness intertwining.
Looking at the dazzling light, Zhu Shiyi couldn't help but smile.
She was captivated and, like other viewers, turned on her phone's camera to record this enchanting scene. Gazing at the ethereal woman on the screen, Zhu Shiyi was quietly mesmerized.
There are such dazzling people in the world, with beautiful appearances, melodious voices, and a carefree and unrestrained spirit.
She was envious, and gradually, a hint of jealousy crept in. Just a tiny bit, she kept it hidden in her heart, never letting anyone see it.
Why do people feel envy and jealousy? Perhaps it's because their own desires haven't been fulfilled.
What was that desire? At that time, Zhu Shiyi thought it was beauty, an alluring charm.
She was just an ordinary girl who was unknown, sensitive, and jealous.
No matter how hard she tries, she will never be more beautiful or more captivating than Yu Fan.
She looked up at the woman on the stage, feeling a deep admiration for her, a liking that bordered on envy, a liking that bordered on guilt, guilt for having harbored impure thoughts.
Soon, Yu Fan finished the first part of his performance.
After a ten-minute break, it was Zhu Shiyi's turn.
She hadn't been on stage in a long time, let alone earned money. She was inevitably nervous, and her palms were sweating profusely.
She went to the lounge to warm up her voice and calm herself down a bit.
Second part of the time.
Zhu Shiyi chose a classic Chinese song as the opening song, which was intended to evoke a strong musical mood in everyone.
She opened her mouth, trying to steady her trembling voice, and sang her first line.
Then they became more relaxed and more determined.
The audience clinked glasses, occasionally glancing at the stage, and sometimes swaying their bodies slightly to the beat of the drums.
Some people sang along, while others talked to themselves. But very few people raised their cameras.
When the song ended, the audience applauded in response.
A gaze, intense and burning, fell upon him. Zhu Shiyi shifted his gaze accordingly; it was Yu Fan.
She made a fist gesture, her eyes filled with admiration.
Zhu Shiyi smiled.
For no apparent reason, a surge of power welled up in my chest.
The second and third poems.
A few customers come in, a few customers leave, and everything happens naturally.
Another song ended.
Zhu Shiyi remained calm.
The next song is Zeng Yike's "Possible Night".
For this song, Billy went offstage to rest, leaving Cozy to play the keyboard alone, using the sound of a piano.
The reason is simple: the original piece already had a pure piano accompaniment score, so they could find a suitable ready-made score and didn't need to rearrange it.
Billy stepped off the stage and casually patted the two people on the stage on the shoulder.
Cozy gave Zhu Shiyi a look.
She nodded and closed her eyes.
Cozy curled her lips, lowered her head, and her forearm sank.
The incandescent bulb suddenly dimmed, leaving only a warm glow.
In the darkness, ten fingers pressed.
The woman's voice spoke slowly.
All eyes are on the stage.
It was just getting dark.
Suddenly, all the bright lights in the bar went out.
The sudden darkness elicited gasps of surprise from the guests.
Suddenly.
The lights flickered.
The audience murmured softly.
Before she could even catch her breath, the woman's voice rang out again.
Gentle and clear.
She sighed softly, and the lights flickered and gradually brightened.
The next sentence follows.
"When love arrives quietly."
The lights suddenly came on.
She smiled without anyone noticing, like the moon favored by Cupid.
The moon, though in the darkness of night, shines with a gentle warmth, radiating a soft, warm light that flows gently into people's hearts.
The moon's eyes blinked gently.
Under the bright lights, the Milky Way shimmered, her crystal eyes shone brightly; she truly shone.
A night filled with endless possibilities.
She laughed again, unable to stop herself.
Urban men and women are gradually falling silent, with music replacing words.
She swayed her body.
A spectator in a corner quietly took out their phone and started recording the scene in front of the stage.
Interlude.
Cozy didn't raise her head; her fingertips moved sometimes heavily, sometimes lightly, the piano notes rising and falling, her shoulders and neck rising and falling in response.
The bright incandescent light shone on him, and gradually, the firefly changed color, casting a warm glow.
For the first time, the audience's phones were pointed directly at the musician standing quietly at the back.
Billy, sitting in the audience, inexplicably had tears in his eyes.
The second verse.
The moon quietly opened its eyes.
Her voice was not as soft as in the first verse.
It is sweeter and clearer, like snow after a storm, like honey.
When moved, it leaps, like a static electricity touch or a feather shimmering.
The zither and the song seem to have a telepathic connection.
When the song reaches the emphasis, the keyboard suddenly bursts out with staccato notes, fast and intense.
The music is like a twenty-year-old girl, mischievous, cunning, and also, somewhat cute.
In the end, there was no outburst.
She just smiled softly, tilted her head, and sang as if talking.
"Let me become your possibility."
The melody ends with a falling note.
Yu Fan blinked in surprise; she thought Zhu Shiyi would choose Yang Yin.
That way, at the last moment, the emotions are more abundant and intense.
But she didn't.
But it doesn't make people feel like it's a failure; instead, it makes people feel like it has a beginning and an end.
From the initial gentle confession to the eventual resolution.
Tactful and mild.
Yet they were content and self-aware.
The music ended.
Thunderous applause erupted. Several customers of the She Niu restaurant shouted excitedly:
"good!"
"It sounds great!"
Zhu Shiyi bowed deeply. She lowered her head and smiled.
Completely relaxing, she suppressed her smile.
Straighten your back and raise your eyes.
......
It was an accident.
It crashed in, revealing a pair of unfathomable eyes.
The starlight reflected in his pupils couldn't mask the gloom in his expression.
Perhaps it's due to the distance.
She was unpredictable.
It's just that what I see is too intense.
She had a vague feeling that something was amiss.
Yes, that rugged face, hidden deep within the ocean, was filled with a quality uniquely masculine.
Aggressiveness.
She forgot to breathe.
A drop of sweat slid down his forehead, flowed into his neck, and trickled along his skin and bones, smoothly and slowly.
Suddenly.
The Adam's apple moves up and down slightly.
Sexy, and flamboyant.
Zhu Shiyi swallowed.
The Pan Yue before me was very different from usual.
But she didn't understand what was different.
I felt as if he were a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Beneath his rational facade, he seems to possess a wild heart.
Like a calm sea, deep within, undercurrents surge, sending shivers down one's spine.
For no apparent reason.
A dark current surged in my lower abdomen, like the deep sea.
A warm, sticky, and damp sensation suddenly swept over me.
...Inappropriate.
......
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