ink dyed reeds

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Bai Ruozhi picked up the key pendant that had fallen on the deep red carpet. It was a black stone in the shape of a leaf. Under the light, the veins and veins of the leaf could be vaguely discerned, and it was glowing with a transparent luster.

Holding it in the hand, it is round and smooth, delicate and cool to the touch.

She opened the side door, and the loud and noisy bass sound mixed with the cheers of the people came to her ears, and the bright and dim bright lights made her frown.

Bai Ruozhi recalled the person she saw at the end of the corridor just now.Carrying a black guitar bag with the word "Fender" printed on it, the calves wrapped in tight dark jeans are slender and powerful, with beautiful muscle lines, and he has already stepped into the side door in a blink of an eye.

The bar was full of people and their voices were bustling, Bai Ruozhi held the key pendant and thought helplessly, it seemed that it would be difficult to find the owner.

People sitting by the side door noticed the girl who just came in. She was wearing white sandals, light blue cropped pants with a light green plaid shirt, and wide black-rimmed glasses. A section of snow-white hair was exposed between her shoulders. neck.The temperament is indifferent, which is incompatible with the noisy atmosphere of the whole bar.

Gu Qin also saw Bai Ruozhi, stood up and waved her to go.

"Hey, Bai Ruozhi, your hair has reached your neck. Could it be that your conscience has finally realized that you want to grow long hair?" As soon as he sat down, Gu Qin poured juice for Bai Ruozhi and looked at her.

"Don't get me wrong, the recent projects are one after another, so I don't have time for a haircut." Bai Ruozhi picked up a strand of hair near her ear and straightened it, thinking, it seems that it really should be cut.

"Don't cut it, you were so beautiful when you had long hair." Gu Qin handed her the apple juice, blinking his eyes slyly, "Zhou Yuchen also said that he misses you with long hair."

"What? Is my short hair not good-looking?" Bai Ruozhi didn't really hate long hair, but since she cut off her waist-length hair in her third year of high school, she has adapted to the lightness of no objects falling from the back of her head.Now that she has been studying for a while, she has long been used to the convenience and neatness of short hair.

Bai Ruozhi drank the juice, and the taste was the sweet and sour taste of apples.

Gu Qin pouted, and was about to sneer at Bai Ruozhi's narcissistic speech, when the crowd burst into enthusiastic shouts.

"What's the matter, this is... ah - it's Lu Mo! Lu Mo is here!"

"Little Qinqin, calm down." Bai Ruozhi was dizzy in front of Gu Qin's eyes, and quickly escaped from the clutches on her shoulders.

As soon as the voice fell, the whole bar suddenly fell silent.

Following Gu Qin's line of sight, Bai Ruozhi looked towards the singing stage sitting diagonally across the bar.

The light mist released by the stage smoke machine floated and fell, and the dark blue halo cast by the LED moving head light slowly moved to the bar chair in the center of the stage with a person's footsteps.

It was a tall woman, wearing a sleeveless black jacket and dark ripped denim trousers, her walking posture was very generous and calm, and her dark brown leather boots made a "da da" sound.She hugged the guitar, her arms were glowing with a healthy wheat color, and as she moved, the smooth lines on her arms swelled and stretched gracefully.

She sat down, with her leather boots up and down on the pedals, and her slender fingertips plucked the first syllable.

She sang:

"How many roads mustaman walkdown

Before they call himaman..."

The woman's long hair hanging down to her chest was black and thick with some waves. She tilted her head slightly, and her long hair covered one side of her eyebrows, revealing a smooth and full forehead and a straight and handsome bridge of nose.In the smog of light and dust, her face and facial features are hidden in the shadows, and her beautiful outline can be vaguely seen.

"Howmanyseasonsmustawhitedovesail

Before she sleeps in the sand..."

"How many years musta mountain exist

Beforeitiswashedtothesea..."

Unlike "Blowing in the Wind" sung by Bob Dylan, there is no organ ensemble and a slightly jumping brisk end. The woman's voice is magnetic and low, with strong penetrating power.The singing seems to surround the glazed lamps and diffuse in every corner of the bar. The ethereal medium-sized voice is ups and downs, piercing the eardrums and reaching the heart, reminiscent of the gusts of the Pacific Ocean, the seagulls and the beach in the dark night.

"The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind..."

She slowed down the tune, and the melody was melodious, as if an elderly person was slowly telling a long and vicissitudes story.

Except for her voice and the clear strings of the guitar, the surroundings became more and more quiet, and people watched the people singing quietly on the stage.

The light of the effect lamp was very dim, and the halo around her made her charming and dazzling, like a tiny black rose blooming in the dark night.

"The answer is blowing in the wind..."

With a neat strumming, the melody came to an abrupt end.Only the lingering sound lingers for a long time, which is soul-stirring.

The woman stood up, bowed slightly, and walked off the stage slowly.

But at this moment, the audience seemed to wake up from a dream, sporadic applause dripped into the sea and suddenly set off waves of cheers.

Gu Qin saw Bai Ruozhi wipe the corner of her eye, and ran towards the side door.

The author has something to say: hhhhhh For the first time, please ignore the name of the protagonist Su Gan, who was complained about and thought about changing the name, but the feeling is not as good as the original feeling, no matter how I change it, I feel inappropriate.In fact, this place has always been named waste OTZ