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The man was sitting on the handrail covered with flowers and green plants, amidst the emerald greenness, the dark nightgown lining his exposed legs were so white and greasy that they were like grease, and it seemed that they would get rid of flow out of the skin.
He was holding a cigar in one hand, white mist overflowing from his red lips, and the other hand was fiddling with the radio on his lap.
His radio didn't seem to be working very well, making noises.
"Do you need help?"
Sheng Yingqi's sudden voice made the man raise his head.
Since then, he has seen clearly the appearance of the other party.
Before he could figure out what adjective to use to describe this face, the other party waved to him, "Come here."
Like a willing sailor, he stepped into the sea step by step.
Stopping in front of the man, he smelled a lot of smells, firstly the scent, which was different from the scent of the previous banquet hall. This scent is not like perfume, it is meat, it is the original taste of meat.
Many people have.
But only the person in front of him smells good, sweet and greasy.
In addition to the sweet and greasy smell, there is the smell of beard water, perfume, flowers, and finally the smell of cigars.
The young man shoved the radio into his arms with confidence, "Help me see, I want to tune to RADIO FM195.5."
It's just a sentence, Sheng Yingqi really helped honestly, the summer night was sultry, and the heat was steaming up a little bit. But the young man sitting on the railing didn't seem to know the heat. He put out the cigar and stared at Sheng Yingqi's movements with serious eyes, making Sheng Yingqi sweat.
When he finally succeeded, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and then he heard cheers. The young man shouted out the momentum of three people, and repeatedly shouted "Great", "Why are you so good", "You are the smartest girl I have ever seen!"
It's not that he hasn't been praised, but this time it's extra different, he's almost dizzy, watching the other person take the radio.
There was a gentle male voice on the radio, probably in Spanish. He couldn't understand it, but he didn't know why. He memorized the approximate pronunciation very seriously, but of course he didn't remember anything. Remember this sentence, forget the last sentence.
He had no choice but to ask cheekily, "What's going on here?"
The young man lowered his eyes, and could vaguely see the smile in his eyes from under his long eyelashes, "Wish me a happy birthday."
"Who wishes you?"
"Someone you don't know."
"Have you been saying happy birthday for so long?"
"No, he also read a poem to me." The young man's soft voice overflowed the words, "You are the music, the sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose that God showed before my blind eyes, hidden and not Poor time. A very famous poem."
Sheng Yingqi knew that he should leave, but he was unwilling to leave. He leaned beside the young man, watching him listen to the radio.
Probably he stayed for too long, the young man lifted his eyelids to look at him, his bright and clean face was under the phantom of the moonlight, his eyes were full of waves, his eyebrows were like fine mountains, and he didn't look like a real person.
Sheng Yingqi sniffed the fragrance from the man, and said first: "You are sitting on the flowers, our teacher said that you should not destroy the flowers and plants."
When the young man heard this, not only did he not jump off the railing, but on the contrary, he picked a flower and threw it into his arms, "Good boy, this is from the race I hate, so it can be destroyed."
"Do you have people you hate too?"
The young man smiled lightly at the words, "Why not? Everyone in the world has haters."
Sheng Yingqi felt that he was trying to delay the time, "Then who do you hate?"
"People you don't know."
The same answer.
But he didn't know what, and asked, "Is it alone with this person?"
He pointed at the radio.
The young man did not deny or admit it, but just came down from the railing. He stretched out his hand to Sheng Yingqi, put it gently, and disappeared into Sheng Yingqi's eyes with the radio and aroma.
Later, Sheng Yingqi learned that he saw the protagonist of the banquet that night-
Qin Mingzhu of the Qin family.
He himself did not attend the birthday banquet held for Qin Mingzhu. The guests attending the banquet had no complaints. Later, he knew why Qin Mingzhu was not attending.
Because the birthday banquet did not have Yan Jiayu.
At that time, he thought he was a seductive sailor, and later he knew that he was a greedy monkey and a drooling fox.
Of course, he was lucky than monkeys and foxes. He waited until Yan Jiayu died and waited until he trapped the pearl in his arms.
Sheng Yingqi ignited cigars like Qin Mingzhu.
He was drunk when he pumped the cigar for the first time, and he was dizzy for a long time. He seemed difficult to adapt to smoking cigars, and this time there were symptoms, lying tiredly on the sofa, and a different face appeared in his mind.
He knows who it is.
Qin Mingzhu.
Qin Mingzhu is dead now.
He died and died.
He took a deep breath and watched the smoke faint.
Qin Mingzhu, who was dead, was able to reunite with that Yan Jiayu below, which is also a complete way.
He even maliciously speculated what they would say when they met. Qin Mingzhu is now at this age. Will Yan Jiayu still regard him as treasure?
Speaking, the picture in his mind changed and became the bed photo of Qin Mingzhu.
The person who is just holding Qin Mingzhu is no longer that miscellaneous hairy ghost.
Sheng Yingqi sat up suddenly, almost frightened Qin Mingzhu's squatting. He was looking at the cigar in the other person's hand, and saw the other person's face with his face and rushed out.
The next day, Qin Mingzhu met the Feng Tianshi.
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"You are the music, sky, palace, rivers, angels, deep roses in front of my blind eyes, secret but not poor" -Borhes