"You're right. Do you know anyone? If so, introduce me." she was ready to move.
"You know I don't often go abroad, so I don't have resources in this field for a long time! But it's easy for you to find it! You'll get something when you go to bars and nightclubs! You're more familiar with the means of acquisition than me, and you don't need my teaching!"
"Well, it's time to think about taking action!" she nodded, lost in thought.
Venice, a bar.
Nie Yiyun leaned against the bar and drank wine without a mouthful. From time to time, he glanced at the male singer with long hair and shawl on the stage, singing Italian folk songs happily with a guitar.
He is the lead singer of the band. He was once popular, but the reality is very cruel. The speed of renewal is too fast. However, in ten years, they have been replaced by a new generation of singers just by playing between their fingers.
However, they are not decadent. Although the stage they occupy is no longer so dazzling and magnificent, they are so radiant and passionate when the notes pour out from between their fingers and teeth.
He likes them very much. They are almost idols who grow up with him.
Every time he went to Venice, he would come to this bar to listen to their songs.
Occasionally, I will think of the people I once loved and hated, think about the persistence and anger at the beginning, and then think about the peace now. I always feel that there is a different taste in my heart.
"Help me have a whisky." suddenly a voice came in my ear.
Although her Italian is very stiff and her voice is a little hoarse, it makes people feel inexplicably that the owner of the voice must be a very elegant and sexy mature woman.
He couldn't help being attracted. He turned to the left and saw a woman in a red and white floral dress.
She has a very romantic and dynamic long wavy hair, a long neck, extremely perfect lines and delicate skin, which reminds him of Chinese porcelain.
She also had a pair of white, slender hands, ten pointed fingertips painted with colorless nail polish, nails showing their own pink, very clean and beautiful.
Her eyelashes are long and warped. Now they are hanging low, covering her eyes and casting a shadow under her eyes.
Although he could not see his eyes, he thought that under such beautiful eyelashes, those eyes must also have a soul stirring beauty.
The nose is not very tall, but it is small.
Most importantly, the lips are beautiful.
The upper part is thin and the lower part is thick, and the lip line is clear. It tilts slightly towards both sides, as if smiling at people anytime and anywhere.
As if she noticed that he was looking at her, she turned back and smiled at him.
The star eyes are vivid and the smile is moving.
He smiled back politely, then turned his head and continued to enjoy the happy singing of the singers on the stage.
After his marriage, his heart was settled long ago.
For beautiful and moving women, he just takes an appreciative attitude and doesn't want to have intimate contact, let alone an unexpected encounter and romantic extramarital affair.
Marriage is not only a responsibility for him, but also the crystallization of his love, the destination of his soul, and a home that can let him rest assured.
"You like them too?" I suddenly heard her talking.
He didn't look back and didn't answer, because she was surrounded by a group of attractive men. She might have said that to her admirers.
But then, the power of gentle tapping came from his shoulder. He was stunned. Then he turned his head, "are you asking me?"