Before Mo Xiaoyao hesitated for 3 seconds, another person came up from the bottom. It was a man about 1.8 meters tall. His face was above average. A bunch of blond hair. The most striking thing is that on his left auricle, there are three silver earrings hanging from top to bottom, showing an alternative.

He was wearing a pair of washed-white jeans, and there were several holes in his thighs near the knees, revealing the not-white leg flesh inside. The upper body was wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt with some overlapping or overlapping letters randomly printed on it, and there was no way to see what the words were.

When Mo Xiaoyao looked at him, he was also looking at Mo Xiaoyao, probably because he felt that this woman was no threat to him.

A few seconds later, the man put the thumbs of both hands into the pockets of his jeans, stretched out one leg diagonally for a small step, showed a bright smile at Mo Xiaoyao, and opened his mouth to say hello.

"Yo, girl, it's fate to meet you in this place."

However, Mo Xiaoyao didn't want this kind of fate at all.

The man didn't care about Mo Xiaoyao's indifference, and introduced himself familiarly, "My name is Leyin, how about you?"

"Mo Xiaoyao." Mo Xiaoyao's voice was as clean and crisp as her style of doing things.

"Well, you want me to call you Xiao Yao, or Miss Mo." Le Yin's left hand left his trouser pocket, and reached out to his forehead to play with his two locks of hair.

"Mo Xiaoyao."

"Fine."

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyao had no intention of getting close, Leyin shrugged, turned to look at the car she just jumped on, and was stunned by the facilities above.

"Fuck, this thing can also drive as a car"

Mo Xiaoyao nodded with affection, and didn't put on the expression of refusing to be thousands of miles away. Judging from this, Leyin and himself must be in a group, and they want to cooperate, although it is unnecessary to talk about private matters. , it is still possible to talk about business.

"Can you?" Mo Xiaoyao walked to Leyin's side. The shoes without the heel made her walk a little unsteady. She accidentally stepped on something. When she looked down, she realized that it was the pair of fluffy slippers on Leyin's feet.

The brown yo-hee monkey shape is quite hilarious.

Although Yueyin hadn't stepped on his feet, he could still feel his shoes being stepped on. He also glanced down, then silently pulled his two feet out of his shoes, took a step back, and stood barefoot. on that small stage.

Mo Xiaoyao looked up at him, puzzled. Yueyin didn't care about her indifference at all, she pointed to the shoes on the other side's feet without heels, then pointed to her own large slippers, and said, "Don't wear those shoes of yours, if you don't dislike it, wear mine. This is a racing competition, and I don't think there will be any seat belts here, if you can't stand still and throw it out, it will be troublesome."

"Thank you." Mo Xiaoyao was silent for a few seconds, accepted the kindness of music music, squatted down, unbuttoned, and took off both shoes. She hesitated for a while, and finally didn't want to throw it away, but just kicked the shoe to the side. After all, this is a new model that she spent thousands of dollars on last month. Even if it's broken, it's good to have a few more glances.

Standing barefoot on the stage, it was a bit cold, Mo Xiaoyao didn't bother to think about whether other people's shoes were dirty, whether there were any strange diseases, etc., so he immediately stepped forward and put both feet into the pair of cartoon slippers, Then he scurried inside and found the most suitable place to wear it.

Mo Xiaoyao, who regained the temperature of the soles of his feet, moved his toes comfortably a few times, and then looked up at the music, "Are your feet cold?"

Le Yin shook his hair carelessly, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

"Speaking of which, how did you come here?" Mo Xiaoyao had no choice but to put on a cold face after receiving the favor of his slippers. Besides, she also has something she wants to ask for proof, "Outside, is it already?"

Leyin picked up the drumstick, twirled it back and forth in his hand, and looked down at his hand, "It's the end of the world. I stayed all night last night, and I slept all day when I got home in the morning. I just woke up and wanted to get something to eat, so I came here. coming."

"Sure enough" Mo Xiaoyao felt a heavy heart, and always felt that all this was so unreal. Obviously, a few hours ago, she was still working hard for this year's year-end bonus.

"The end of the world or something, it doesn't really matter."

Music tone threw the drum stick in the air, and after catching it, the right thumb, index finger, and middle finger naturally pinched the drum stick one-third of the way, and the ring finger and the little finger were lightly attached to the back. He turned his head and continued to speak to Mo Xiaoyao.

"For me, the breakup of the band is no different from the end of the world. It doesn't matter if it happens, it saves me having to think about what to do next."

After he finished speaking, he danced the drumsticks in his hands and tapped on the drum set in front of him. It seemed casual, but he had a strong sense of rhythm. It could be seen that he had put a lot of effort into this.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyao didn't bother him, and turned to observe the situation around him. At this time, there are already people in all the cars, the difference lies in the number of people.

On single-person vehicles such as bicycles, broomsticks, floating manhole covers, and pterodactyls that keep flapping their wings, after getting up, a red barrier has been raised, preventing the possibility of others getting up again. .

And the stage type like Mo Xiaoyao's feet flashed blue light, obviously indicating that it was not yet full and could accommodate more people on board.

Mo Xiaoyao took a look around and saw that there are many vehicles of this type. For example, the off-road vehicle about 120 meters in front of her left and the electric tricycle about 50 meters behind her right have only two people. on top.

Of course, under them, several people had already scuffled into a ball. Just as he was clinging to the car door to get in, his legs were pulled tightly by the people behind him and he couldn't move. The other, trying to avoid the crowd and turning in through the car window, could not succeed at all because he was stared at by many pairs of eyes.

Mo Xiaoyao was speechless when he saw it, and couldn't help but whispered, "There are so many people who can get on, why are you staring at the car so unimaginatively?"

Of course, she wouldn't admit that she chose this small stage because she didn't have a car around her.

"At least they know how those cars drive. And if you keep wasting your time watching people, in a minute, you'll just be standing here and jealous of their luck."

Mo Xiaoyao was startled, and when he turned around, he saw that a man had already stepped onto the small stage and was standing about half a step behind her.

His height is also about 1.8 meters, but he is half a head smaller than Leyin's height. His eyes are deep, his facial features are three-dimensional, and his stature is not as thin as Leyin's, but it gives people a feeling of strength.

Mo Xiaoyao felt that this man should be the legendary type who dresses thinly and undresses with flesh. At least he looks quite eye-catching and has good taste.

The man wears a navy blue high-neck thin wool sweater, with a light beige red and blue line and a large square vest outside, a pair of dark brown casual trousers, and a dark gray cashmere coat to keep warm And aesthetic effect, both casual and comfortable.

If Leyin is the boy next door, then this one is obviously the president next door.

The man's deep eyes looked at Mo Xiaoyao from head to toe, and he stayed on the pair of slippery slippers for a while. After all, he remembered the motto not to criticize women's clothes easily, and said insincerely, "Good taste."

Mo Xiaoyao's face is cold, I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense.

The man didn't seem to introduce himself. He raised his left wrist and glanced at the dial, and said lightly, "There are still 1 minute and 45 seconds before the announcement starts. Who of you knows how to control this thing?"

Mo Xiaoyao walked over silently, picked up the bass in his hand, slid his fingertips over the strings, and a string of pleasant notes jumped out. "The bass or guitar is responsible for the direction, the drummer or keyboard player is responsible for moving forward, and the Mike is responsible for attacking me and stepping on it. Then there was a voice in my head that said you didn't."

Leyin also stopped at this moment and shook his head, "Nothing."

With his arms crossed, the man walked to the keyboard and stood still, his fingers nimbly tapped a certain measure of a certain piece of music on it. Then he turned around and said, "Neither did I."

"That's the privilege of the first person to come up." Mo Xiaoyao came to a conclusion, and after looking sideways at the people who were rushing to the car she knew, she turned around and raised her head to the other two. He raised the bass in his hand, "Declare in advance, I will only play this, it's still an amateur, and all I know are old songs."

Leyin Tailielie said that it doesn't matter, "Although our band is third-rate, it is still a band, so I will cooperate with you."

The man tilted his head and smiled, "I haven't heard many pop songs. But if it's a symphony and a familiar old song, I might be able to try it."

Mo Xiaoyao and Yueyin looked at each other, and even though they only knew each other two minutes ago, they understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes.

Symphony Sorry, no.

"Then, why don't we try old songs?" Leyin didn't want to admit defeat in the only field he was good at. He tentatively proposed many songs that he thought was too old to get old, but the two in front of him didn't laugh, and the other Just shake your head.

Yueyin felt that he might have to worry about his hairline. Of course, it was more likely that he would get cold first, and then he wouldn't have to worry anymore.

Seeing that there was only one minute left in the time, Leyin was heartbroken, closed her eyes and made the last proposal, "Let's swing the oars, you should know this."

Mo Xiaoyao was relieved, "I can. Not only can I know this, I can also lead a mother duck and a duckling." As for why all the songs are children's songs, Mo Xiaoyao said that it was hard to say, and she didn't want to recall at all when she was learning bass. painful experience.

This is one of the reasons why she gave up halfway. Who is happy to hold the bass, but only plays the mother duck and the duckling?

When Leyin heard Mo Xiaoyao said she would, she hurriedly looked at the man, for fear that something might go wrong on his side again, "Brother, do you know? My name is Leyin, her name is Mo Xiaoyao, what is your name?"

"Jiang Yan." The man frowned with disgust on his face, "There really is no other choice."

Children's songs seem to have opened a door for Mo Xiaoyao, many songs that were sealed in memory spewed out, raised his eyelids and glanced at the reluctant Jiang Yan, Mo Xiaoyao said calmly, "Two tigers are fine, you can chooseBar."

"Then let's swing the oars." Jiang Yan made a decision immediately. He now regrets getting on this pirate ship, and always feels that he will be pulled into a strange abyss by these two people.

If he had known this, he might as well have exploded with the earth.

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