Watching the sea from the shore

Chapter 66 Lost
After the rush hour, it's time for them to call it a day.Ni Manhua helped to get a stool. Lu Guanhai came over and said, "Let me help you. You go and have a rest. Thank you this afternoon."

Ni Manhua twitched his lips: "It's okay, there are other tasks. Let's all work together and finish them early and have breakfast."

Wei Kuo has already decided on a place to eat. They finish work later than others. Usually everyone eats convenient food after finishing work because their stomachs start to growl early.Today's dinner has to wait for the food to be served, so they have to be faster.

Wei Kuo said that after dinner in the evening, they would go to play games. Members of the guitar club would come with speakers and microphones to create atmosphere. The venue was on the playground of their school in Lu Guanhai, which was considered the center of their schools. point.

After all, if we meet next week, it may not be this group of people, so tonight’s activities must be a little richer.

On the way to dinner, Yan Bei kept standing next to Ni Manhua and asked her what she should do at night.Ni Manhua couldn't help but think of Jiang Lan, who had chosen to confess to Lu Guanhai in "Shengchao".

Two years later, she was in different cities, different times and places, but always played the role of a spectator in similar scenes.

Ni Manhua asked Yan Bei to drink some wine with everyone, and then call Lu Guanhai aside after having fun, so that he won't attract too much attention and won't be booed by troublesome people.

But at this time, Lu Guanhai and Wei Kuo were walking in front. Their voices were kept very low for fear of attracting the attention of the two boys.

Wei Kuo thought they were lagging behind and looked back: "Why do you girls whisper so much? We'll talk after dinner later. Walk faster."

"It's coming, it's coming. Don't worry, we can keep up. We won't let the boss hold us back." Yan Bei quickly fell silent when he heard Wei Kuo's words, and pulled Ni Manhua a few steps forward to join them.

The seat Wei Kuo booked in the restaurant was a private room with two large round tables, and 28 people were divided into two tables. It was said that because the funds were not sufficient, Wei Kuo paid some money himself in order to let them eat better.

During the meal, Wei Kuo chatted with everyone. They talked about the unreasonable pedestrian in the afternoon. Everyone joined in the criticism. After that, of course, Wei Kuo also praised Ni Manhua, saying that she was brave enough to stand up. like a heroine.

Yan Bei echoed: "Yeah, I never thought at the time that she usually looks so quiet and quiet, like a lady, but when she loses her temper, she becomes so powerful."

Ni Manhua was a little embarrassed. She didn't really want to be the center of the conversation.But everyone had already started chatting, and she could only answer a few words helplessly, then pretended to be hungry and ate big mouthfuls of food.

Unexpectedly, after eating a few mouthfuls and not knowing who started it, they all said they wanted to toast her.

As the person who was "protected" by Ni Manhua, Lu Guanhai was the first to pay respects. Ni Manhua stood up bravely. Lu Guanhai raised his glass and said, "Thank you, I'll drink it. You're a girl. up to you."

Fortunately, Lu Guanhai made a good start. Seeing what he said, others found it hard to persuade Ni Manhua to drink. So after everyone came over to toast, Ni Manhua just took a sip.

Fortunately, they soon started talking about other topics. Ni Manhua just listened quietly to the subsequent topics and did not participate in the discussion.

The brief excitement in their eyes turned into the torment of waiting to be executed in Ni Manhua's heart.

When we arrived at the Lu Guanhai School playground for a concert, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. The brother from the guitar club not only provided the microphone and stereo, but also asked his friends to bring guitars and African drums. The African drum was the most popular, and almost every Everyone who passed by reached out and knocked twice.

So Wei Kuo made a temporary decision to let them play drumming and passing flowers, and the loser would go up to perform.

The brother from the guitar club was dumbfounded: "This is the first time I've seen someone use an African drum to pass flowers."

It doesn’t matter what drum you use, what matters is the atmosphere.When they were walking here after eating just now, Yan Bei wanted to call Lu Guanhai, but Lu Guanhai kept walking with Wei Kuo and the others, so Yan Bei had no chance.

Hearing the rules of the game, Yan Bei was eager to give it a try: "Do you think I'll go up and sing a love song if I lose on purpose?"

Ni Manhua was a little surprised, but he didn't stop him: "You can try, but you have to think clearly."

Yan Bei quickly shook his head: "Forget it, what if he doesn't agree to it, how embarrassing it would be."

While they were chatting, the game had already begun. The two of them only reacted when the drink bottle used to make "flowers" came to them. Yan Bei received the "flower" first, and she threw it to Ni as if she had been electrocuted. In Manhua's arms, the drumming stopped suddenly.

Ni Manhua felt that she was really unlucky today. Listening to the cheers and applause around her, she stood up helplessly and walked to the middle of the crowd to pick up the microphone.

Wei Kuo had information about each of them, and he laughed loudly this time: "Oh my god, the first one to come on stage is a professional, how can we still play after a while?"

The boy holding the guitar asked her if the song she chose was unpopular. If it was too unpopular, she would have to find her own accompaniment. Ni Manhua thought about it and chose a Soviet song "Cranberry Blossoms" that she often listened to when she was a child.

After singing along with the guitarist, the response was really enthusiastic. As the only art student here and a major in vocal music, Ni Manhua turned an ordinary game session into a concert.

Wei Kuo clapped his hands and said, "Go on, let me ask you if you are under a lot of pressure?"

Ni Manhua sat back down in her seat. She was very energetic for the rest of the game. She didn't want to go up again.

Everyone was having a great time, and after a while, almost most of the people went up. When Yan Bei went, she did choose a love song, but after singing it, she said nothing and ran down again with a red face.

Lu Guanhai also sang a song, "That Year" that they all liked. Ni Manhua sat in the crowd and looked at him, suddenly feeling a little sore in his nose.

"He also sings very well." Yan Bei tugged on Ni Manhua's sleeve: "Did you sing together when you were in high school or middle school?"

Ni Manhua nodded: "I sang at a mutual friend's birthday party."

"That's great. I wish I had known him earlier."

Yan Bei stood up and patted the grass clippings on his body. Ni Manhua raised his head and asked her, "Where are you going?"

"Go get the job done, wish me luck."

After Lu Guanhai sang a song, he walked back to his original position, Yan Bei waved to him in the darkness where no one was paying attention, and Lu Guanhai followed her away.

They walked outside the playground, and Ni Manhua's eyes never left them for a moment. When the "flower" was passed to Ni Manhua's hand again, she quickly threw it into the next person's hand, and then stood gently He got up and followed them in the direction they left when no one was paying attention.

Ni Manhua had never felt that her footsteps were so soft. She was clearly walking forward eagerly, but her feet seemed to be unable to exert any strength.

The school playground only has street lights on the track. At night, it is difficult to see clearly without lights in the middle of the playground, but everything on the track can be seen clearly from the playground.

Ni Manhua didn't dare to get too close. She couldn't hear clearly what Yan Bei said, but she saw the gift Yan Bei sent.

Ni Manhua couldn't hear what Lu Guanhai said, but after she saw the gift in Lu Guanhai's hands, Yan Bei stood on tiptoe and hugged him.

In fact, he was mentally prepared. In fact, Ni Manhua didn't really want to cry.

But tears overflowed from her eyes unconsciously, as if she didn't even know whether they were tears belonging to Ni Manhua or to 28-year-old Ni Manhua.

(End of this chapter)