When she encountered a fork in the road, as if she was afraid that Luo Guangliang would turn around, Zhang Mi said from a distance, "Turn right."

Luo Guangliang turned over obediently.

For a long time, he could not find the courage or opportunity to speak.

In his imagination, even Zhang Mi's long eyelashes were clearly distinguishable, and she was extremely gentle.

Her skin is very white and her cheeks are a little thin, all of which make her more delicate.

Although her hair is a bit short, she looks like a tomboy.

But her face is so delicate and charming, no matter how you look at it, she is a lovable beauty.

Her eyelashes are so long, can they be fake?

Luo Guangliang could not explain this sudden attention.

Ordinarily, it is common to encounter a pretty girl on the street and can't help but glance at her secretly.

But this time my mood is very different, why?

I didn't meet those street gangsters that Lao Sha mentioned, and no one blew the whistle to scare and harass this girl.

This made Luo Guangliang deeply feel that he had lost an opportunity to perform.

This opportunity may never come again.

Apart from that, what is the most natural way for him to express his feelings?

No, there is no place for heroes.

He doesn't want to hit someone for no reason, but he wants someone to provoke him, hit him, and then resist.

He believes that his resistance in front of the girl will be fierce and extraordinary, and will leave a deep impression on everyone who sees it...

In this way, when Luo Guangliang fell into his own random thoughts, he walked two miles away without knowing it.

Zhang Mi seemed to be tired from walking, or maybe she was exhausted from today's performance, so she finally took the initiative to speak.

"...Hey, Master...Master...are your tires inflated enough?"

"Zoo, what's wrong?"

"My feet hurt...please see if you can..."

"Oh, I understand. Then... you can get in the car. As long as you don't mind, I will ride with you..."

"Thank you so much, master, I'm so sorry..."

"What's this? You're welcome..."

Finally, two figures sat on a bicycle.

Although the girl was still a little shy, she only dared to grab the iron bars on the back seat of the car and did not dare to touch Luo Guangliang at all. This was still quite different from a normal couple.

But he was definitely not as silent and speechless as he was just now.

While Luo Guangliang was pedaling, she always felt that she should say something in order not to appear too embarrassed.

"Master, I am quite heavy, right?"

"No……"

"I'm really sorry that it's so late and I've made you tired, Master..."

Luo Guangliang was naturally as happy as a flower. After saying a few words, he became bolder and became more eloquent.

"Don't call me master, that's too polite. My surname is Luo..."

"Oh, Luo...brother Luo. Then where do you work?"

"I am self-employed...I come here often..."

"Well, I remember you. The day I went on stage for the first time, you were the one who called me to come, right?"

"……it's me."

"You are quite fashionable. You are self-employed and understand Western food culture. Not many people are willing to come to Maxim's class."

"Hey, I can't say I understand. I came here with a friend."

"You look very fierce today. I thought you didn't want to send me off. I haven't dared to talk to you. I'm really sorry!"

"Am I fierce? No, right?"

"Then... maybe I should say serious... he looks like a policeman."

The girl was a eloquent person, so she immediately laughed to hide herself for fear that Luo Guangliang would be unhappy.

She is much livelier than Luo Guangliang imagined.

"By the way, what do you think of my singing?"

"It's very good. I just love to hear you sing. Your voice... is awesome!"

"Yeah! No way, a hundred people have told me this. But actually, my voice is very bad, really, it's not great at all. No one in the professional field praises my voice. I just

But I have some imitation skills. I can pretend to have a dumb voice, do you believe it? It’s just a pity that I can’t pretend to be Zhang Qiang’s voice. The restaurant manager said that the customers didn’t respond well to my songs. Hey, I’m really worried.

Maybe even if I don’t sign the two-month contract, the restaurant will need to be replaced..."

"No, don't think so. You are yourself, you have unique advantages, there is no need to imitate others. The restaurant's business is not good, I can't blame you. After all, they mainly target

He's a foreigner in Beijing. Anyway, I like your voice anyway. It's true. I will tell the restaurant manager..."

Luo Guangliang blurted out.

He thought about these words all the way, but it was still surprising that he said them suddenly.

However, at this moment, the girl arrived.

Luo Guangliang only felt a light behind him and turned his head to look.

The girl jumped out of the car nimbly and ran to the unit door of a six-story red brick building.

"I'm home, thank you!"

"I'm leaving……"

"Okay, it's time for me to go home. Thank you, thank you very much! By the way, if you have time, please come and support me..."

The girl waved casually and ran briskly into the unit door.

This building is very old, several pieces of glass are missing from the door, the corridor is very dark, and the stair handrails are made of cement.

The girl's figure disappeared through the door, but Luo Guangliang's eyes stayed in one place blankly.

Zhang Mi was wearing a pair of flat-soled cloth shoes, and Luo Guangliang saw them the moment she entered the building.

Almost no girls wear it nowadays.

The cloth shoes gave off an astonishing simplicity to her feet.

The light in one window went out.

The light in one window came on.

Luo Guangliang couldn't guess which floor and which house she lived in.

He pedaled his bicycle and left in the night, memorizing the shape and location of this old Soviet-style building.

On the way back, the thoughts in his head were always chaotic, as if he were in clouds shining with moonlight.

And the feeling of Zhang Micai sitting behind him is still unforgettable.

Although the girl was no longer behind the car at this time, Luo Guangliang could still clearly feel the sweetness and fragrance of grass emanating from behind.

He rode south from the Statistics Bureau of Chongwen District to Gym Road, and then made a long circle around the Temple of Heaven Park.

It was already past midnight when we returned to No. 2 Courtyard of Shan'er Hutong.

Afraid of making any noise, he carried his bicycle into the small alley.

The familiar smell of the yard rushed to his face, but he still didn't get rid of the dreamlike feeling.

He quietly opened the door left for him by Kang Shude and walked into the back room without turning on the light or taking off his clothes.

Lying on the bed fully clothed, I just kept smoking.
Chapter completed!