Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 169: The sky is great!
On the dance floor, men and women are swaying their bodies madly. The dynamic music rhythm stimulates all the restless factors in the body. This is the area where passions collide, and this is also a place of emptiness and indulgence.
During the day, maybe they are white-collar workers in suits and leather shoes, or waiters in a coffee shop, or even students sneaking out of a nearby boarding school. At this time, they all lifted off the masks they should have worn. Indulge and vent.
Of course, some of them seem to be overjoyed. They just knocked on the medicine and are experiencing the feeling of "rushing to the sky" with dynamic music. Even if you let them stop now, they are really hard. stop.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and at the northwest corner of the dance floor, it undoubtedly attracts most people's attention now. A tall and thin man with dark complexion is dancing to his heart. He is not dancing habitually. It is clear that there is a strong ethnic dance in his dance, but he does not feel clichéd at all when he jumps. On the contrary, the fit with the rhythm is perfect, giving people a beautiful feeling.
When the song ended, the tall and thin man also stopped. Many people around him applauded and cheered, and some beautiful women took the initiative to offer wine glasses. This is not a ballroom princess. In fact, these few took the initiative to step forward. The clothes and jewellery on the women can see the strength of their economic strength, even on the dance floor, not many men around dared to touch and talk to them.
The man came out of the crowd very incomprehensibly. He sat in the corner alone and picked up the ice water he had previously ordered, but when he came back after the song, there was no ice in the ice water.
"Ding Dong Ding Dong"
A slender hand threw two pieces of ice in, and then the other person sat down.
The hands are beautiful, no less than a professional hand model, but this person is a man.
Gyatso picked up the ice water and took a sip. The ice cubes were also chewing in his mouth, making a crisp sound.
"If I remember correctly, I actually don't know you well."
When facing Gongzihai, Gyatso did not appear to be very familiar, because there is really no need to be familiar. When four people lived together in the past, Fatty was the socialite, and Gyatso’s personality is very similar to that of Su Bai. , Are very withdrawn, and don't bother to make friends eagerly in the audience circle.
"It's really a coincidence." Gongzi Hai pointed his finger in the distance. There was a table of people sitting there, two men and two women, who were actually listeners, and they were all seniors.
"Yeah." Gyatso nodded, this attitude is that I don't want to talk anymore, and I don't want to greet the audience over there, Buddha, but he has always been very cold.
"Something's wrong." Young Master Hai smiled. "Aren't you entering the world and experiencing the world of red flowers and flowers? How do I feel that I have changed back to who you were before?"
"Are you observing me?" Gyatso obviously tasted the deep meaning of the son Hai's words.
"Shanghai is a big city with a lot of people, but the number of listeners is really small. There are naturally fewer listeners who can make me find interesting and pay attention."
Gong Zihai reached out and took a bottle of beer from the waiter's tray and took a sip.
The meaning of this is like saying, I look at you and I can respect you, and you should feel very honored.
"Then what do you think I should do?" Gyatso asked.
"Go and say hello." Gong Zihai said, "These are also local audiences in Shanghai."
But Gyatso still shook his head, "I don't want to go."
"Since you are entering the world, you should do more things you haven't done before, and experience more life that you haven't experienced before. Didn't you do this in the past month? ?"
Gyatso took another sip of ice water and said, "This is normal for your sister, but it seems a little ridiculous if you say it in front of me."
"Is it ridiculous?" The son Hai Si didn't pay attention to Gyatso's ridicule when he said that he was a fake tiger, but said indifferently. There are very few people who change their inclinations."
"Your words, there are a lot today." Gyatso said with some confusion, "This makes me very strange."
At this time, Gongzihai seemed to Jiacuo as if a child just had some happy event and couldn't help showing off with another child, but it was inconvenient to say that he was a little suffocated.
"You few, do you still live together?" Gong Zihai asked, drawing out a thin cigarette.
Gyatso shook his head, "Since you are following me, you should have known it a long time ago."
"Fatty is gone, and Su Bai is no longer there. In the house, you and Qilu monk are the only ones." Gongzihai groaned, "Where is Fatty? I don't know. He deliberately disappeared into the audience circle. , But where did Su Bai go, I know."
"Haha." Gyatso smiled.
"He, I guess he won't be back." Gong Zihai said.
However, Gongzihai found that Lord Buddha's face did not have the slightest surprise, and he still looked so calm.
Gong Zihai has been closely observing the Buddha this time, and because of this, he increasingly feels that the Buddha is somewhat abnormal today, and his performance in the previous month or two is simply different.
"Everyone has their own way. It's normal to separate and combine."
Father stood up, he was leaving here.
It's just that, until he walked out of the ballroom door, Foye found that Young Master Hai was still following him. The other party didn't seem to think he was like a dog skin plaster.
This sissy face is really thick.
The gate of the ballroom faces the road, and there is a sky bridge in front of it. There are many small vendors selling fruits and snacks on both sides of the sky bridge. It is also rare to see a group of guerrilla vendors like this in the downtown area of Shanghai. Therefore, it also attracted many nearby residents off work or walking to buy some snacks.
Gyatso stopped in front of an oden-cooked hawker, reached out and took a disposable plastic paper cup from his hand and began to pick something out of it. The sky bridge in summer was slightly cooler. The oden business is naturally not better than in winter, but it is also Not too bad.
Young Master Hai is still standing next to Gyatso, still staring at Gyatso curiously. He thinks Gyatso is weird today, really weird, curiosity will kill the cat, and this is in the real world. You can't shoot yourself because of your curiosity, so Gong Zihai doesn't matter so shamelessly.
A man who dares to treat himself as a woman without fear of the worldly gaze has actually demonstrated his psychological endurance.
"I said Lord Buddha, did you give up?" Young Master Hai asked, "have you given up the way to experience the world?"
"Put more chili, thank you."
The Buddha handed the paper cup to the boss. The boss calculated the money and added soup and pepper to the paper cup.
Receiving the paper cup, Lord Buddha turned around and looked at Gongzihai while eating, "Why do you think I gave up?"
"Because you today are completely different from you two months ago." Gongzihai continued, "You from the previous two months were like a little A Fei, but today, I feel you are recovering It's normal.
So, there are two situations left, one is that you have succeeded, and the other is that you have given up. "
"Then why don't you think I succeeded?" Buddha asked.
"Because your method of forcibly experiencing life is naive." Gongzihai doesn't like oden. In fact, he is very picky about food and cosmetics. "Before my sister took the train and left, Zeng and I have talked a lot, if you are interested, find a place to have a cup of coffee, I can share with you."
The Buddha was noncommittal, holding a paper cup, facing the crowd under the overpass, surrounded by people coming and going, and many people stopped to buy snacks, there were still many people.
"What Lychee said is not necessarily correct." Gyatso said in silence for a while.
"But at her height, the scenery she sees must be different from what we are now." Gongzihai emphasized.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it anymore." Foye still refused, "Everyone has their own way, and I don’t experience life to change myself. Experience, after all, is just experience. If Saying that you have changed your original self because of your experience of life. That's the real thing to do."
"Then you spent these two months in vain?"
"I still have that problem. Why can't the possibility you mentioned before be the first possibility?"
"Haha." Gongzihai spit out a smoke ring and laughed. This time he laughed loudly and exaggeratedly. While laughing, he pinched the orchid and pointed at Gyatso, "If you take drugs, use drugs, or go to bars Can be promoted to senior listeners, then senior listeners are not worth it"
Gongzihai was stuck before speaking, because he suddenly saw a black light flashing on the owner of the oden boil, and then, a phantom identical to Gyatso came out of the owner of oden boil,
Next,
Around,
A teacher also walked out of the black shadow of Gyatso,
A glamorously dressed woman also walked out of Gyatso's figure,
An old man leaning on crutches also walked out of Gyatso's figure,
Gyatso's figure walked out of a woman selling fruit in a market,
Children, elderly, women, men,
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On the entire sky bridge, everyone walked out of Gyatso's black phantoms. These phantom images were returning, one by one, they walked to Gyatso himself, and directly integrated into Gyatso.
The breath of Gyatso is constantly rising, like streams converging, gradually beginning to form the spirit of rivers, lakes and seas!
A hand was placed gently on the railing of the overpass, Jiacuo looked at the sea again:
"You know, if Su Bai was here at this time, what would he say?"
The Young Master Hai, who has been completely slapped by the situation in front of him, is a bit stunned, perceiving that the aura of the person in front of him is constantly rising in terror, and the coercion belonging to the high-level audience has gradually emerged, and he is beginning to be overwhelmed Getting angry, he murmured:
"What did you say?"
"The sky is big, so don't always look up at the sky under your sister's skirt."(.)