671 Noisy and silence

Jiang Zhihan sat on a high stool and drank slowly. (Niuwen Novel~ Reading Novels on the Internet) He felt that his eardrum was about to be broken, and the percussion instrument beat the drums on his heart one by one, making his heartbeat involuntarily accelerate the rhythm of the beating.

The dance floor not far away is like a pot full of dumplings. People are next to each other, crowded with people. What you can see is the rows of arms raised like a wood, and the youthful body twisted with music. He savored the wine, and couldn't help but smile, remembering the experience of going to New York to go to a bar with Karin that year. At that time, he sighed to Karin, why did the Americans like dumplings in this narrow space? It was probably because they usually saw too few people and needed to feel the feeling of skin contact. I am different. I just picked up a weekend to go to the city center of Zhongzhou and you can experience such crowding for free. So I hate too crowded places. According to our words, it is just that I want nothing and I don't think about anything.

Hey, someone greeted him hoarsely. Jiang Zhihan turned his head and Wu Siyi squeezed back from the crowd. She was only wearing a white vest, her face was oily, and she was shining by the dim lights.

Jiang Zhihan pulled her and asked her to sit on the high stool beside her. He reached out and took out a tissue from his pocket. He leaned over and gently wiped the sweat on her face. The girl raised the corners of her mouth and gave him a bright smile. It seemed that she had been dancing hard in the crazy percussion music for ten minutes, allowing her to completely get out of the haze in her heart.

Jiang Zhihan leaned close to her ears and sighed: "I don't know how long my heart can last?"

Wu Siyi giggled, picked up the goblet in front of her and drank it, "You are so old."

Jiang Zhihan turned his eyes. Not far away, two young women of sixteen or seventeen years old, with purple and rose-like lipsticks on their lips, twisting their bodies face to face, as if they wanted to fit together. They tried their best to exaggerate the ups and downs of their waists and abdomen and buttocks, their hands twisted like snakes, their eyes closed, and their faces were extremely majestic. He blinked and smiled bitterly. Unconsciously, it seemed that times had changed, and he had already jumped off the speeding train. When he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he was still dancing a group dance? In a class, boys and girls were in rows, stretching out his hands face to face. At the moment of holding the hand of the opposite sex, he still couldn't control the slight fluctuations in his heart.

Shaking his head gently, Jiang Zhihan turned his eyes and saw Wu Siyi's cramped smile. She said, "Why, I think of your pure youthful years?"

Jiang Zhihan laughed, "Yes... it's better to be pure."

He looked at the girl beside him, and with the rhythm of the music, she sat on the stool and shook her body gently. She closed her eyes, as if she was intoxicated. A few hours ago, they were still in a small temple on the top of a mountain, bowing devoutly in the quiet Buddhist temple. The incense lingered, as if reflecting the loneliness of thousands of years.

This is how she can relieve her worries? Experience it between extreme stillness and movement, silence and noise.

The music started to play again, and the rhythm was strong, but not so deafening. There were fewer people on the dance floor. After sweating, the young men and women returned to their seats to replenish some alcohol as new fuel.

Wu Siyi jumped off the stool and pulled Jiang Zhihan.

Jiang Zhihan had a bitter face, "I really can't do this"

Wu Siyi laughed, "I really don't need to know this, just follow the music and play it around."

He looked over and the girl smiled and was full of energy. She hesitated for two seconds, not wanting to disappoint her, so she followed her into the dance floor.

The rhythm of the music was getting faster and louder. She was in the crowd and seemed to be slowly overwhelmed by the waves. Wu Siyi was beside him, twisting gracefully, his hands were up and down, rising and falling like a snake, spitting out the snake letter. She and the music danced around him gracefully, and the dance seemed natural without any trace of carvings.

Jiang Zhihan stood stupidly in the center, twisting his body slightly, making him seem a little inconsistent.

The electronic percussion suddenly hit a high point. With the music, the girl raised her head and her hair was flying all over the sky under the lamp. She turned her head forward, straightened her chest and abdomen, and her finger on her left hand had already reached him.

Jiang Zhihan looked over and seemed to have a little anger on her face. I wonder if she was angry that the uncooperative daze goose was almost subconsciously. He made a move. Facing her close body, Jiang Zhihan suddenly lowered her lower body and made an iron bridge. Her abdomen arched and her hands supported the ground, just like an arch bridge.

Wu Siyi's dancing posture was obviously stagnant, and then a smile appeared on her face, as if blooming flowers were shining with light without any concealment. She slid her steps and danced around him.

Looking up from the ground, all images are reversed. The colorful lights above the head seem to have a little magic when they are flashing, and the body and smiling face are somewhat deformed. Blood flows back into the brain, carrying the concentration of alcohol. Then, it seems that in an instant, the alcohol burns, arousing three-point wildness.

He suddenly supported himself and made a handstand in an open space. Then, slowly, he moved one hand away and turned into one-handed support.

There were a few exclamations in the music. Jiang Zhihan only felt that the alcohol in the blood had been burning. Almost out of instinct, he let his right hand go to the ground, and then rotated like a gyro with the rhythm of the music with his shoulders as the axis.

The music reached a critical moment, as if the water flowed to the edge of the cliff, lost its attachment, and suddenly flew down, merged into the pool below, and suddenly stopped.

At the moment of holding it in, Jiang Zhihan thrust a carp and stood up. The next moment, he saw Wu Siyi standing in front of him, putting his hands on his shoulders, with a bit of intoxicated expression in his eyes. He looked around and amid the sparse applause, two or three young girls were approaching him. They danced, and the plumpness of youth was revealed between their leaning forward chests.

Jiang Zhihan was stunned, his expression froze, and his body returned to his stupid upright.

With a chirping sound, Wu Siyi in front of her laughed out loud. She pulled the man hard and took him through the crowd. After a while, she reached out and threw out a few RMB on the table. She picked up her small bag and took Jiang Zhihan's hand. After a while, she left the noisy music behind the door.

When the cold wind outside blew, Jiang Zhihan shivered and seemed to finally escape from the atmosphere.

Turning to look at the girl beside him, she had not had time to speak, she smiled in a hint, "Why thank me, today I have taught you another trick to pick up the emerging human sister."

The night is as cool as water, silent. It seems that in a blink of an eye, the hustle and bustle a few minutes ago has become a big dream, staying in a very far and far place.

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