After my Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

The bus stopped, and the crowd first turned a while and got off the bus.

Xie Ningben climbed up from the arms of Zhuang Yan, followed by the crowd.

Just two steps, the sleeves in the suit were pulled.

"Slowness." Zhuang Yan said slowly, "Too much people, be careful."

Xie Ning was very speechless: "How do I think ... You look like a child."

Zhuang Yan got up, naturally holding Xie Ning's hand along the sleeves.

The king gradually walked next to the two, heard this sentence and couldn't help but spit: "Which is a child, clearly protect you as a porcelain doll."

Zhao Yangxin has the same feeling: "No, it is afraid of falling in your hand, it is afraid of it in your mouth ..."

Xie Ning was honest by them, and it was bombed with the red face.

Until the car, he was still embarrassed to go, and he did not take the Zhuang Yan after his finience.

Zhuang Yan helplessly stressed: "I am this, who is."

Turning and reprimanding Zhao Yang and Wang gradually: "You can't say two words less."

Xie Ning is thin, and the heart is also soft, how is it shy, and it is not good to give Zhuang Yan face in front of so many people.

When I walked to the door of a song and dance hall, the harm of my heart gradually scattered, and I quietly held the hands of Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan slowly tick the lip corner.

The dance hall is also one of the necessary scenes of shooting the Republic of China. The Bailemen in the old Shanghai is not only the entertainment venue, but also with all the classes of the society.

Even after a hundred years, this "Far East First Lefu" is still frequent in the drama of each country.

It seems that there are no few songs and dance halls, the landscape of the mandarin, and there will be a lot of rhyme.

Wang gradually looked at this flower master and showed: "Let's take a look?"

Zhao Yangnu: "Don't say this is just a scene, there is no thing in it, now it is still big during the day, do you still expect to meet what red rose white lily?"

The king gradually became the road: "I just feel the atmosphere!"

There are indeed few scenes in the song hall. Xie Ning is hesitant to take a look, it will go forward by Zhuang Yanli.

"The few lenses are not important, let Wang gradually look at a few eyes." Zhuang Yan said, "We opened them, first go to the opera house in front."

Xie Ning hesitated: "This will not be very good."

Zhuang Yan is openly authentic: "What is bad."

Xie Ning looked back to the song hall to see two eyes, some people went in, and he rushed the road.

Some people noticed their direction, hesitated, but no one kept.

Zhuang Yanqiang squatted forward: "Don't look at it, you will put some table chairs, there is a small stage, there is nothing good."

Xie Ning: "I am not curious."

Zhuang Yan's eyebrows: "Do you are curious about red rose white lily?"

He stepped away, Xie Ning did not stop, hit him on him, was taken by him to take the waist: "Baby, it is not enough to be a talented talented, so that you have interested in the wildflower wild grass outside. "

Xie Ning was shocked by him, and he was called half of the "baby", and it was soft: "..."

Zhuang Yan has never called him so lightly, and it is probably the king in these two days.

The king gradually brought to baby to the treasure to play, Zhuang Yan did not consciously infected, today, somehow today.

But looking at Xie Ning's look, he felt that it was not bad.

"What's wrong, baby?"

This sound is deliberate, Xie Ninghong faces him: "You talented!"

"There is also ..." He explained, "I am not interested in red rose white lily, I think it will be lost there, will not be very good."

Zhuang Yan touched the chin Pen: "It is not very good, there is no way to talk to them, there is a feeling of private."

Xie Ning is completely weak: "... I don't mean this."

Zhuang Yan laughed, but the hand on his waist was not released: "It's not as early as you with you, it's good to be a tour, don't be so nervous. Today, I am interested in our interest. I haven't been dissipated, I naturally look for a chance to sneak out. "

Xie Ninghong said, whispered: "Who said to be with you."

Zhuang Yan Shen Yao: "That ... change the word, elope?"

Xie Ning: "..." Forget it, the date will be appointed.

The front is the Opera House. This will be open, and the door is still standing with an old poster. Xie Ning glanced at it. I didn't see what I didn't see, I was entered the theater by Zhuang Yanli.

The entrance hall is magnificent, and a few wooden chairs are placed in the row of lines, and a little like a public chair in the park.

A graceful woman wearing a cheongsam is probably as a task of reception staff, standing behind them in the ticket opening.

"Welcome to Broadway."

Zhuang Yan to Xie Ning introduced: "This is a Broadway Theater in the 1920s in the 1950s to the Four-Decan."

Broadway's name Xie Ning still heard, from a certain meaning, it has become synonymous with musicals.

Cheongsam woman with them into the hall: "Although there is no opera performance now, but there is a full-interest scenario experience theater, bring you a romantic love of the Republic of China."

Sanzi frown: "Holography ... What theatrical?"

"Holographic Experience Theater, we have posters outside."

Oh, I didn't pay attention when I came in.

Zhuang Yan is also not interested.

What romantic love.

Is there a script that he wrote, the movie is romantic?

Is there a romantic story with his love story with the rabbit?

Visiting the performance hall, Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning finally set a few lenses that can be used, and lifted their legs.

The reception staff is still selling their new theater: "... is based on well-known movies."

After listening to the two words of the movie, Zhuang Yan took the footsteps, the reception staff saw the machine, immediately boasted, how advanced, novel, real, let people immerse it.

Zhuang Yan turned his head asked Xie Ning: "Go see?"

Although Xie Ning didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind, it didn't matter: "I am free."

The two were brought to the small hall on the second floor, first listened to a vintage record, and said that this is to let the tourists have a generation of background plots.

The sound is , as is it coming from the distant end.

Zhuang Yan evaluation: "It is very good to listen to it, it is too embarrassing, can't hear what she sang."

Xie Ning blinked, think of he glanced at the poster at the door, and felt that this voice was inexplicably quiet.

He asked Zhuang Yan: "This is based on movie adapted, should it be related to the opera?"

Zhuang Yan stayed in foreign countries, I remembered a name: "Opera Phantom"? "

Xie Ning silent a few seconds: "There is also a movie that is self-reliant in the" Map "of" Opera ", or the Republic of China ..."

"" Half Song "." Zhuang Yanzi.

Xie Ning saw him in a glance.

Whether it is "Monitor" or "Night Song", while telling the romantic love story, it is doped with a horrible horror element.

Zhuang Yan looked up, buckled Xie Ning's wrist, whispered: "Be afraid?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "Not afraid."

Zhuang Yanxi smiled: "I am afraid that I will say it, it is not a loss of people."

Xie Ning still shook his head: "I am not afraid."

Zhuang Yan Wen Yan You picks up, the face is surprised: "Seeing that you don't move when you move, you will be shy, I didn't expect the courage to be so big."

"..."

Xie Ning, so half of the day, whispered: "Actually ... my good faith is very poor, many times, I can't understand the joys and sorrows of others."

Zhuang Yan stunned.

The sorrow and joy in the world are not connected.

Some people read the books to see tears, as if they have experienced the joys and joys of the characters in the book, and some people only feel the feelings, or they feel emotion, and they will forget.

Xie Ning is the latter.

He knows that others are sad, but they don't know why but sad, why is it sad.

Zhuang Yanxin is in the middle, and it is sorry: "Then I can't see you scared."

Xie Ning: "..."

Zhuang Yan also said: "I thought you were scared when I was shivering, I confed to my arms, holding me, don't put it."

Xie Ning looked with himself: "What do you think about every day ..."

Zhuang Yan's eyebrows smiled, did not hesitate to answer: "I miss you."

Xie Ning completely said that it can be said.

Zhuang Yan is a bit unfortunately: "Since you can't feel, play this is not a waste of time."

Xie Ning has a lip: "Also ... not completely."

Zhuang Yan looked: "Oh?"

"It is ... very light." Xie Ning organized a text.

Zhuang Yan Shen, asked: "This is better than it is better. If someone else adds a piece of sugar in a glass of water, you can taste sweet after dilution, you just throw sugar into the sea?"

Xie Nanne said: "There is no sea ... Is it so serious?"

Zhuang Yan asked: "How many water is it?"

Xie Ning wants to think, hesitated: "a barrel?"

Zhuang Yan raised his hand and gently touched the face of Xie Ning, with inexplicable taste.

Xie Ning lost his body.

Also, he didn't say it.

Not only is the ability to share, but his perception of your own emotions is very light.

It is like a lotus, but also even, but it will be completely disconnected.

Zhuang Yan low questions: "Do you still play?"

Xie Ning looked at him: "What?"

Zhuang Yan said: "It is this holographic ... What emotions experience."

"... is a scenario experience." Xie Ning blinked, "Are you not very interested in this movie?"

Zhuang Yan shrugged the shoulders, it didn't matter where it was only curious.

Xie Ning sideways looked at the old vintage record, hesitated.

Zhen Yan also said: "It is actually going on here."

This sentence has just been grounded, and the voice of the vintage record will stop, then there are staff to take them to the room next door.

Zhuang Yan stood up, but did not follow, asked Xie Ning: "I listen to you."

"Still go." Xie Ning hesitated for a long time, "...

Zhen Yan means unknown.

......

If Xie Ning enters the theater, you will see the poster downstairs, and it is estimated that there will be such words.

It turns out that the two guesses are not wrong. This holographic scene is based on the "Night Song", even the name has not changed.

The lamp of the room was dark.

Xie Ning was sitting on a chair, and it was a smooth mirror whiteling white light.

If the staff leaves before leaving, once you enter the story, you can't leave this chair, so Xie Ning straight back, and you don't dare to move.

This so-called 4D holographic, more is to give people a sense of excitement.

For example, suddenly, the lights, the eating songs of the ear, and there is still something that is faintly faint, and people will not be compromised with their heads.

The chair occasionally trembles two times, bringing people's body to spend.

Holding something to hold, Xie Ning's consciousness.

Then I found that the semi separated by the partition, pulled him.

Xie Ning's side, whispering: "How can I take this time."

Zhuang Yan's voice faintly with a smile: "Anyway, light is dark, others can't see it."

In addition to their scene experience, this round of participation experience has a tour group, about more than a dozen people.

There are occasionally coming to chat, and there are two screams of two scenarios.

The two of them talk together in this weird atmosphere, and they can't help but whispering.

On the stage, I didn't seem to have a plot. Xie Ning looked like anything, but I have to attract the past.

Then he heard a woman's laughter.

The sounding device is probably installed on the back of the chair. It sounds directly in Xie Ning's ear, just like the woman makes the voice in his ear.

Xie Ning first scalp.

Zhuang Yan is like boringly put Xie Ning's hand to play in his hand.

Xie Ning: "... it's okay."

The mirror in front suddenly lit, and slowly appeared a face full of hair.

The screams of this startup are surrounded.

Xie Ning was not scared by the mirror, but was shocked by this scream.

In fact, look at it carefully, you can find that the mirror is the back of the human body, and it is slowly turning.

Xie Ning saw the face of a positive woman.

"It's general." Zhuang Yan is so evaluated.

Xie Ning looked at it, nodded with some points: "... okay."

Zhuang Yan's side, rushing him in the dark: "No you look good."

Xie Ning: "..."

Put him with the ghost together, how to feel weird.

Zhuang Yan asked: "Are you really not afraid?"

Xie Ning wants to think: "It is not completely not afraid, the effect of the thriller is ... this is the sense of sensory, as long as it is closed, blindfold, the horror will be much reduced."

Zhuang Yan laughed.

With the development of the plot, the lights are all dark.

All light disappears, including mirrors that have emitted Yingying white light, also returned to death.

It seems that there is a white shadow in the room.

Xie Ning. "

Zhuang Yan gently shouted.

Xie Ning's consciousness turned out.

A pair of hands touched his face, and then he was like being taken.

"How ..." Xie Ning just said two words, the sound suddenly disappeared.

Zhuang Yan got ahead in the dark and kissed him gently.

At that moment, the thin fear has static contrast.

It is a feeling of Zhuang Yan, which seems to overflow the feelings of the chest.

That feeling is too surprising, beyond his cognition of his own feelings, but in turn.

Today, in a dark and scream, he exchanged a kiss with Zhuang Yan.

His hand strokes, feels like a violent heartbeat that is in the ear.

So strong, obvious.

Everything around us is like a tide.

The only thing he can feel is that the body is the same as him, and the heart in the chest.

......

The trip after several days is full of dangling.

Xie Ning finally understood why Zhuang extension secretly pulled him out to date two days.

Because there is no time and effort at all at all.

Most of the people's scenes are actually half a catty, seeing the last complete feelings.

However, it is still going to pass it again. Sometimes I will go shopping in the morning, I will go to another place in the afternoon.

Back to the hotel every night, from the body to the spirit, I can't do it, Xie Ning took the bed, just want to take a shower, sleep well.

There is no longer there is a variety of messy people.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning in the bed, I went to him, and laughed: "I will take a shower first."

Xie Ning did a sound: "Well."

"Go back tomorrow." Zhuang extension pulled him, "I will give you a few days, take a break."

Xie Ning was tone, and he couldn't help but hurt.

It is really tired.

The things of the two are messy on the bed. If it is in the past, it must first pack it first, but today I really don't have this effort.

When Xie Ning took a shower, Zhuang Yan sat on the bed and spread a laptop on the leg, and hurriedly looked at the photos of these days, and occasionally made several markers and memories.

The phone on the bed rang.

Zhuang Yan's consciousness and got it to find it is Xie Ning.

It is a text message.

Zhuang Yan did not intend to explore Xie Ning's privacy, just sweeping an eye, I plan to put it back.

The eyes are a meal.

On the sender, [Psychologist: Qi Wenbin] These seven words are particularly eye-catching.

Zhuang Yancheng saw the direction of the bathroom in the direction of the bathroom.

Xie Ning has never rejected his psychologist.

He threw his mobile phone back to bed, but he quietly wrote the name of Qi Wenbin.

Psychologist……

When Xie Ning took a shower, it was found that Zhuang Yan stood in front of the room in front of the room, and his hand clamped the root fast to the tail.

He looked at Xie Ning at a glance, taking the smoke, pulling the mouth: "Sorry, did not hold back, smoke, smoke."

Although I am laughing, Xie Ning inexplicably thinks that there is nothing to smile in his eyes.

"What happened?" Xie Ning doubtfully, he always thinks that the Zhuang Yan in this will be a bit wrong.

Is it a smoky?

Zhuang Yanxiang sucking: "Nothing, it is estimated that these two days have been tired."

Xie Ning did not have him: "Oh."

Zhuang Yan looked at his eyes, pick up the clothes on the chair, stepped into the bathroom: "I went to take a shower."

Xie Ning nodded, just took a shower, he took a refreshing climbed the bed.

There is a new text message in the mobile phone, which is his last appointment in Ji Wenbin, and both parties have time.

Xie Ning looks coldly looks at SMS, reply.

[This Saturday afternoon, I will arrive on time.

The author has something to say: At the beginning, the author is a story of Xie Ning, and later think about it is not right, deleted, and wrote this version.

Still feeling wrong, it is estimated that this chapter will return to modify.