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It's late at night, but at this time the lives of most young people have just begun.

The lights in the bar shine brightly on the crazy and indulgent people on the dance floor. There are either crisp wine glasses clinking or deafening rock music in your ears. So many men and women of all kinds are gathering together. They come from different industries, maybe It is the leader of a large company, a senior white-collar worker in an office building, or just a wage earner, busy with a salary of several thousand yuan, but no matter what, they appear here, they are a group of lonely people.

Everyone was laughing wantonly. At this time, a man was sitting in the background looking at himself in the mirror.

Ah, is that me?

Qi An looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar self in the makeup mirror and smiled.

Look, this bright red lips and well-applied eyeliner, the middle-length hair is tied into a small braid, there is a hint of feminine charm and masculine heroism, in fact, his facial features are not exquisite, but his body is blended together The taste of men and women looks so special and eye-catching.

That's right, this is Qi An.

The ordinary college student who used to be submissive, the coward who had a crush on someone for many years and couldn't say a word of liking.

"Yiyou, it's your turn to play." A voice came from the backstage door.

And Qi An's expression in the mirror also changed, from a mocking smile to a bewitching expression in just an instant.

Qi An got up and walked towards the front desk. At this moment, he heard a bartender on the bar stand holding a microphone and shouting: "Next, our messy ace - Yi Right, sing us a song!"

After the bartender finished speaking, there was a burst of shouting from the audience, and the rock music in the background became more and more deafening.

The emotions in the messy bar were all aroused by the name of this person, one of the men was holding a goblet and looked at the stage with interest, wondering who this Yiyou was.

The man holding the goblet was wearing a black suit and a gray tie. He had a masculine look on his face. He had warm facial features, but the hostility filled between his brows looked a little gloomy, making people afraid to approach him casually.

Under the strong background music and cheers, Qi An slowly walked onto the stage. The moment Qi An walked to the stage, the cheers of the people in the audience became more enthusiastic, and Youdu just shook the wine glass lightly with his hands. He thoughtfully looked at the people on the stage.

Qi An was wearing a black fashion, with large and small holes in the jacket and trousers, which is the most popular beggar's attire nowadays. I saw Qi An sitting on the singing chair, took the microphone to try the sound, and then raised his hand slightly Clenched into a fist.

The next second, the deafening rock music stopped and was replaced by quieter music. The colored lights were all turned off, leaving only a white beam of light hitting Qi An. The audience was not as crazy as before. He kept his mouth shut as if he had made an agreement. In just 1 minute, the bar didn't look as indulgent as it was at the beginning.

Youdu, who was sitting under the stage, raised his eyebrows. Youdu looked at the person on the stage. His eyes were closed and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes. His eyebrows were thin and long, faint, and his nose was not very clear. It's straight but not collapsed, the bright red mouth is pursed, a thin layer, the ordinary facial features can't be more ordinary, such facial features can't be recognized in the crowd, even if the temperament is so interesting, but he Youdu has never met such a kind of person, and youdu felt a little disappointed in his heart. Youdu raised his hand and drank the remaining red wine in the goblet in his hand, then grabbed the coat beside him, got up and prepared to leave.

When Yudu turned to leave, there was a singing voice behind him.

"When I was a child, I chiseled the wall and stole the light from someone's house.

In the past, I did not comb a bitter ten-year cold window,

Now reading under the lamp, red sleeves add fragrance,

Half-life fame is nothing but vanity,

......"

Hearing the singing, Youdu stopped walking, and Youdu turned his head to look at the person on the stage, who was still the same him just now, but Youdu suddenly changed his mind, found a new seat and sat down, his eyes He stared at the person on the stage motionlessly.

The singing is still going on, "Luzhou moonlight shines on my heart,

Under the moon, you are no longer what you used to be,

Too many hurts to tell my heart,

Sigh, it was only normal at that time

......"

The music echoed in my ears, but Youdu's thoughts drifted far away. Youdu's eyes were looking at the person on the stage, but not at that person.

In Youdu's mind, a person wearing a bulky black frame, with long bangs covering most of his face, always dressed in the same way, with a black coat and blue baggy jeans, is actually very clean , There is always a faint smell of soap on the clothes, which smells very good.

But maybe because his hair is too messy, he looks sloppy. Others commented on him as: like a slovenly beggar.

Thinking about it carefully, Youdu seems to be unable to remember his facial features. No, it should be that he has never seen his face clearly at all. His face has always been covered by messy hair and thick glasses frames.

On a whim, Youdu imagined the facial features of the person on the stage as his face, and found it unexpectedly harmonious.

However, how is it possible, he always looks taciturn, and besides, he will never come to this kind of place, nor will he be such a casual person.

Obviously they are two extreme people, but their singing voices are a bit similar, they are both crunchy and ethereal.

Youdu came back to his senses, ordered another cocktail, and looked up at the person on the stage while sipping the wine.

At the end of the song, there was warm applause from the audience, and everyone strongly demanded to sing one more song, but the microphone had already returned to the bartender's hand.

Seeing Yiyou no longer sang, everyone's interest suddenly dropped a lot, but at this time the bartender's next words cheered everyone up again.

"Today is the first night of our messy ace one right auction, with a starting price of 15!"