out of control wildfire

Zhou Mian put down the ticket and continued to do his own thing, sitting in the corner and memorizing the script as usual.

Shi Wang looked sideways at her, his eyelashes casting shadows at the end of his eyes: "So are you willing to go tonight?"

Zhou Mian's cold voice sounded: "I have seen many ways of chasing people, you are quite boring."

Sometimes I feel a little disappointed.

She looked up from the script: "But I'm still interested in the concert."

Shi Wan smiled, and his voice was so low that there was a slight vibration coming from his chest: "Okay."

Others in the theater were in high spirits and excitement, looking forward to the concert in the evening.

The night was thick, and the bright lights were cut off from outside the stadium. The stadium was temporarily dark, and everyone entered with tickets.

When Zhou Mian lowered her head and looked at her phone, the stage lights in front of her eyes suddenly turned on.

The big screen began to introduce the first singer.

It was a popular singer, and the audience cheered and screamed.

His song "Day Sleep" is actually just a quick look at the songs. He mainly listens to them and puts them on the playlist.

The flashing fluorescent sticks light up one after another, a sea of ​​bright and dark red, and the warm wind rushes through people's nostrils like breathing.

She sat in the front row and could see every move the singer made.

It's probably because this singer is too famous. At the climax, the whole audience sang in a chorus, and the sound came from all over the mountains and plains. The resonant singing drowned out the day sleep, making people feel safe for no reason.

Everyone around knew that this concert was held by Shi Wan for Zhen Mian, and they couldn't help but glance in their direction. Zhang Shuang looked at their backs from two rows apart, facing each other in the sea of ​​lights.

Day Sleep's back is thin, and the wind blows her long, shiny hair slightly, like a fair-skinned goddess in a Greek mythology painting.

There should be few girls who can resist such a romantic and grand confession.

The entire concert playlist is full of love songs.

Full of carefully planned love.

Will he catch her?
After the young male singer finished singing two songs, he looked in the direction of Shiwan and Zhoumian with respect:
"Thank you to Yangliu'an Group for the invitation and hosting this concert. I am very happy to see you all today. I hope everyone can live a life of sleeping in during the day and singing at night."

The spotlight on the stage came in a flash, and the bright and dazzling light passed by the delusional moon, but the moon's eyes were indifferent and calm, like a cloud that was not disturbed by the noise.

There have been more than five singers on stage, and almost every singer thanked Yang Liu'an for the invitation during the exchange of songs.

The big screen even directly captured Zi Mian in the audience, as if to tell everyone the original intention of this concert.

She was wearing a long white suspender skirt, revealing her fair and slender neck. The lines of her collarbone and shoulders were as elegant as a swan. Her golden curly hair curled romantically in the light, rippling slightly in the wind.

That face was so cold and solitary, aloof and cold, like a translucent flower bulb growing out of a crack in the stone.

When she saw herself suddenly appearing on the big screen, she just calmly looked away, unmoved.

When she is expressionless, her eyes are always cold, emotionless and without any intention to please.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the cold moon is still the cold moon.

Wave after wave of exclamations spread throughout the stadium, like a wave.

Just because the audience in the audience is more beautiful than the singer, and the beauty is stunning.

When the next song started, the camera returned to the singer. The audience waved glow sticks and started singing a love song with the singer.

"How to disclose my relationship with you,
They are all like unspeakable secrets,

I drew a wall as a prison and was abused by you sincerely

Everyone said the scandal with you was a bad fate.

Your face matches the ruthlessness so well

I should let go, but loving you is like a drug addiction. "

The singers sang in front of Zi Mian most of the time. There was a special machine pointed at Zi Miao, and someone behind them looked at Zi Miao's light stick.

The central control controls all the light sticks, and the light sticks waving in the audience change according to the daytime light sticks.

When she happily turned it to the brightest, her favorite singer saw a brilliant sea of ​​fireworks and a heat wave supporting her.

For the songs she wasn't too keen on, she just left the light sticks casually, and the center controls of the light sticks were all turned off, and only the audience deliberately turned them on again.

Everything changes according to her preferences.

Shi Wang is too dazzling in the drama club, and it is inevitable that people will pay attention. The members who have a good impression of Shi Wang look at this grand gift, and feel sad at the same time, but they know that they will never touch Shi Wang.

The sense of distance is too great.

It used to be that Zi Mian witnessed Shi Shi's unbridled preference for others. When she rang the bell in advance on New Year's Eve, everyone was filled with envy.

Day sleep is a sad one.

But now she is the center.

Sleeping in the daytime feels sad during the singing.

She got it, even grander, but she was not as happy as she imagined.Even though it was clear that his preference for others came from her.

The singer smiled amidst the cheers and shouted: "I wish you sleep during the day and love at night."

The audience cheered even more enthusiastically.

Shi Wang turned his head to look at her amidst the cheers, his eyes reflected the bright light, and his eyes looked at her like the lingering evening wind.

The more colorful the brilliant light, the more it made his skin color cold and white, making his whole person feel cold.

But his eyes were full of surging love, looking for her over the mountains and seas, and lust surged in his tranquility.

He is polite in front of others but kisses behind others, a type with a high desire for control.

Those who are condescending and emotionless are the most deceptive.

Zhou Mian turned around to get some water and met Shi Wan's eyes.

Shi Wang's voice was extremely low but gentle: "What's wrong?"

Zi Mian just turned around as if he didn't see it.

She was surrounded by her familiar friends, laughing and noisy. The singer on the stage was singing her favorite songs that were on repeat. He created all the stars, as if he wanted to treat her as the most precious thing. He held things high and tried his best to make her happy.

If it were the day sleep three years ago, I would be so moved that I would be completely defeated.

If you didn't know him before, you would probably fall in love.

Shi Wang talked to her: "Would you like to change places with me? I can hear you with my ears."

Zhou Mian glanced at his left ear: "No need."

As soon as she finished speaking, the drone above the stage dropped a shower of flowers, and red rose petals scattered all over the sky, fluttering in the evening breeze.

Zhou Mian raised her eyes unexpectedly, and a rose petal slid down the bridge of her nose, flew past her lips and landed on the hem of Shi Wan's clothes.

The man stared at her with hot eyes, his clear neck muscles undulating, and his Adam's apple lurking.

Zhou Mian had no doubt that he would kiss her in public the next second, even if the big screen was pointed at them right now.

Zhang Shuang looked up at them on the big screen, his eyes slightly red.

In fact, the big screen did not deliberately capture only them, but their position was too forward and their appearance was outstanding, so they stood out among a group of people.

Zhou Mian reached for the water, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

Shi Wan always looked at her.

The last person to appear was a very experienced singer whose songs were so popular that almost everyone had heard of his songs.

The whole audience was shocked by the chorus, singing Zhou Mian's favorite song.

The magnificent and dazzling stage lights shone on the singer's handsome face. Before the last song started, he walked up to Zhou Mian and interacted with her: "Hello, Miss who sleeps during the day."

The other party's tone was quite friendly, as if he were talking to a child at home.

Zhou Mian smiled: "Hello."

The singer blessed with a smile: "I hope you sleep during the day, slay demons at night, realize your ambitions, and be happy every day."

Zhou Mian has been listening to his songs since she was a child. Her eyebrows arched and she said, "Okay."

Shi Wan also showed a faint smile.

When the venue ended, everyone was still interested and the crowd rushed out. However, Day Mian and Shi Wan sat in place and did not move.

The night was too confusing, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere surging faintly.

Zhou Mian stood up: "I'm leaving."

Shi Wan said softly: "Are you happy today?"

Zhou Mian said quietly: "It's okay."

Shi Wan lowered his eyes and smiled. He stood up and picked up her bag and coat: "Let's go."

The two of them walked side by side, her slender arm brushed against his fingertips, and the lingering warmth lingered for a long time.

The streets are getting quieter, department stores have closed, and other stores are turning off their lights.

Shi Wan stopped and looked at her under the street lamp, with long eyes: "This concert belongs to you, there is no need to accommodate other people's aesthetics."

Zhou Mian looked at him.

Shi Wan held her slightly cold hand: "If you are willing, everything you face in the future will belong to you alone. I dare not say that I can make it smooth sailing for you, but I will do everything I can for you. Do it.”

Zhou Mian just laughed slowly: "Oh."

She retracted her hand as if she had been touched by a dog, rubbed it on her clothes, glanced around casually, and did not respond to his feelings: "Are there any open restaurants now? I want to eat."

She raised her head and looked around, thinking she looked like a little mushroom, inexplicably cute. (End of chapter)