Just as Xu Xiangbei was about to step onto the stage, a cork flew out of nowhere, hitting him squarely on the forehead, startling him.
Xu Xiangbei stopped in his tracks, and all the guests in the venue looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he, who had volunteered to go on stage for the performance, suddenly halted.
What was going on? Usually, not even a bullet could easily hit him, let alone a cork.
Xu Xiangbei couldn’t understand why he impulsively accepted the magician’s invitation. He had a brainstorm and patted Shan Mingzhi on the shoulder: "Shan Mingzhi, you go and cooperate with Mr. Wind Valley’s magic show."
Shan Mingzhi, who was still feeling disappointed, was overjoyed when he saw Xu Xiangbei giving him the opportunity and ran happily onto the stage. Wind Valley’s eyes flickered with a trace of disappointnt, but it quickly disappeared.
His face, pale and bloodless, still maintained a smile full of warmth: "Welco, sir. May I know how to address you, sir?"
Shan Mingzhi shouted excitedly, "My surna is Shan."
"Mr. Shan, please step into that wardrobe."
Wind Chi pushed a wardrobe over. The cabinet door was carved with colorful paintings, over a person’s height, entirely black, with edges that had been worn off, suggesting it was quite old.
Shan Mingzhi chuckled, "Is this the wardrobe that leads to Narnia?"
Wind Valley pretended to be mysterious: "Maybe it’s the wardrobe leading to Narnia."
Wind Chi gently opened the wardrobe door, revealing it was empty inside, looking like an ordinary wardrobe.
Her smile was enticing as she hid inside the wardrobe, extending a tattooed arm barely visible beneath her black silk sleeve, gently beckoning Shan Mingzhi, "Do you dare to co in?"
Seeing the beauty beckon him, Shan Mingzhi’s hormones surged, and he excitedly shouted, "I dare."
Then, he charged into the wardrobe impulsively, his enthusiasm driving him, causing the wardrobe to creak loudly under his weight, and many people worried whether this wardrobe could support Shan Mingzhi’s more than two hundred pounds.
Wind Chi’s slender, snow-white fingers closed the wardrobe door again, and once the door creaked shut, the sounds inside vanished suddenly, as if Shan Mingzhi really disappeared and entered another world through the wardrobe.
When Wind Valley slowly opened the wardrobe, the entire audience exclaid in surprise; Wind Chi and Shan Mingzhi had vanished from the wardrobe, leaving it empty.
Amidst the audience’s exclamations, Wind Chi and Shan Mingzhi stood up from among the guests, with Shan Mingzhi grinning like a lunatic, hugging Wind Chi tightly.
Back in his seat, Shan Mingzhi’s face was flushed, the smile still lingering on his face, still engrossed in the passionate embrace with Wind Chi.
Monica teased Shan Mingzhi, "You sll so nice, being locked in a wardrobe with a beauty, wasn’t it delightful?"
Shan Mingzhi blushed, lowering his voice, "It wasn’t like that, there was a chanism inside, an underground passage."
Monica exclaid in surprise, "Really, an underground passage?"
Xu Xiangbei nonchalantly smiled, "Of course there would be an underground passage. You didn’t really think the magician teleported them into the crowd, did you?"
A soft lody caught Xu Xiangbei’s attention; after the magic show, it was Miss Wind Chi’s solo performance.
Wind Chi had changed clothes, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with the hem of her T-shirt tucked into her waist, revealing her snow-white, flat abdon, adorned with a silver navel ring on her cute little belly button.
Her left shoulder bore a vibrant, beautiful red rose tattoo, adding a wild, rugged touch to her beauty.
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands tucked into her mouth; from the microphone, you could almost hear her sultry gasps.
As a pleasant and clear chord sounded, the song entered the prelude phase, with the enchanting lody of the electric guitar like the alluring sea breeze on Manhattan Beach, blowing gently against your face.
The drumr behind Wind Chi struck a vigorous beat, mixed with intense electronic bass, turning the entire hall into a thrilling electronic music storm.
After the stimulating prelude, Wind Chi softly parted her charming red lips, and her voice, like flowing water, trickled through the heart, offering irresistible enjoynt; she sang a ballad imbued with a lancholy allure.
Xu Xiangbei, savoring fine wine and listening to the song, unknowingly was swept into a wave of lancholy, as if returning to the mont of parting with Gu Xiangyi at the airport, a feeling indescribable.
Under the sunset, Gu Xiangyi’s graceful silhouette lted into the sunlight, with only her smile lingering in his mind.
As the electric guitar’s tone rose higher, passion poured forth, and the scene shifted like Star Shifting, arriving at rowing on the lake with Gu Xiangyi, where the wind blew her loose hair onto his face, like cold raindrops from the sky.
Amidst the crisp sound of the electric guitar, her singing mingled, her slightly sorrowful voice like pure white milk pouring into a spring, blending seamlessly, without a hint of discord, possessing the gentleness of a gentle breeze and fine rain.
The continuous electronic sound flowed like a brook beside their ears, evoking a secret affection hidden deep within everyone’s heart.
The scenes of mories flashed by like the opening scenes of a movie, making Xu Xiangbei reminisce about many people, Gu Xinyan, Ding Keke, Sun Jiajia, Xiao Lin, Ouyang Jiahui, their smiling faces appearing one by one.
The guitar sound abruptly ceased, prompting continuous applause in the hall, waking Xu Xiangbei from his reverie.
Wind Chi’s song can evoke the threads of emotion hidden deep within the heart.
It’s a rarely touched place, so rare that one would almost think it was forgotten, yet in her song, it is drawn repeatedly to the forefront.
Only then does one realize that this emotion has always been treasured within the heart.
The performances of several other band mbers couldn’t bring the sa level of enjoynt as Wind Chi’s song.
Xu Xiangbei picked a vibrant red rose from the vase on the table and quietly made his way backstage.
Wind Chi was carefully packing her guitar into a case, like a warrior sheathing his beloved sword after a great battle.
Wind Chi also saw Xu Xiangbei; they exchanged glances, a smile spreading across their faces.
Under the soft lights shining between them, the surrounding shadows were dim; Xu Xiangbei felt he was eting her on stage, uncertain when he too beca a lead, acting out a grand and poignant love drama with her.
"Miss Wind Chi, your singing is fantastic. It’s a waste to let you perform in this small karaoke lounge. Your voice is not inferior to any singer I know, perhaps even more lodious."
"You’re quite the sweet talker. Did you co to give flowers?"
Only then did Xu Xiangbei hand over the rose he was holding, even performing a gentlemanly bow.
Wind Chi, like a graceful giraffe, gently slid her high heels across the floor, seemingly dancing a beautiful step as she twirled around Xu Xiangbei, taking the flower from his hand and placing it under her nose, inhaling deeply with affection.
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