The seasonal sequence made three dishes and one soup.

Home-cooked tofu, potatoes, and fried asparagus.

And, using waste, I stewed a pot of tomato beef brisket with tomatoes that my wife gave up.

Because of guilt, Song Ranran took the drinks from the kitchen and kept grabbing the rice work. From time to time, she gave Ji Shisei the opposite side a few chopsticks to show her care and consideration for Chef Ji.

The seasonal sequence enjoyed it and slowly drank the soup.

Song Ranran chewed asparagus slowly, and the last messages Li Tao sent in her mind.

[Ji Shisei drives, you just step on the accelerator to see who has been yellower than whom.], [Press Ji Shisei under you and ravage it to death]…

A hint of desire to try in my heart.

Ji Shixu could see the expressions of the person opposite clearly, so naturally he did not miss the fleeting expectations on her face.

He asked, "It's still early now. Will you go out for a walk later? Or do you play at home? I can do it."

Song Ranran was stunned when she heard this, her heart trembled, and her hands holding the chopsticks tightened a little.

Playing at home? Of course he can do it.

She can't do it.

Song Ranran held back her shock, cleared her throat, and said, "Didn't the Chinese restaurant waiter say that the bar street here is very distinctive? If it's still early, we can go there to have a look."

Ji Shixu pretended to be meditated for a while and nodded: "Yes."

"I heard that when I go to a bar on my honeymoon, many newlywed couples will play a small game. The two pretend not to know each other and pretend to be single. They can't help but see who will lose. The loser agrees with a small request to the winner." Song Ranran stroked his glass, quietly observed his expression, carefully selected the words and sentences, and asked in a low voice: "We'll try this tonight, do you think it's good?"

The desire to survive hidden in her subconscious told her that the word "couple and wife" should not be said without saying it.

Ji Shixu looked up at her, and his expression seemed a little entangled: "Small request?"

Song Ranran shook her head repeatedly: "We have no requirements, no. We just pretend not to know each other, and we don't know each other."

"That's it..." Ji Shixu pressed down the smile that was about to spread out from his chest, frowned and pursed his lips, and his voice was low: "Okay."

The two changed their clothes, deliberately avoided the couple's style, and chose a bar on the travel website that had good reviews and was close to the villa - Notte Rosa.

The name is quite poetic in Chinese: the rose in the night.

When Song Ranran and Ji Shisei arrived at night, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening, which was when Roman nightlife entered the highest level.

This bar takes a slow love song route, with ambiguous dim light and gentle and listless music covering the darkness and restlessness between men and women in the surface calm, telling the charming entanglements.

Under the dim and blurred lights, the young and beautiful young bodies fit together in pairs on the dance floor, accompanied by gentle and lingering music and the sluggish and hoarse singing of the resident singing, swaying in a graceful posture.

Song Ranran and Ji Shixue went in one after another, and specially picked two positions far apart at the bar, and a slightly fat brunette young man was sitting in the middle.

It is a bit inappropriate to describe Cheng’s younger brother, because it depends on age, and it depends on temperament, and it seems that he is a professor at the School of Literature.

The professor wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, held his cheek and looked at the men and women in the dance floor. He sipped a sip of wine from time to time, put his fingers on the bar, and tapped and played slowly with the rhythm of the music, which made him feel at ease.

The bartender at the bar is a short-haired lady with a round earring tied to the cartilage of her right ear, which looks chic and handsome. Her hair is probably dyed specially black, and her green pupils adds a bit of mystery.

The young lady's eyes slid across the two guests who had come in, glanced at the sequel that was relatively close to her, approached Song Ranran, and played with her slender fingers: "What should I drink?"

As an archaeologist who has been intimate with cultural relics all year round, Song Ranran visited the bars very few times. He counted them with one hand and knew nothing about all kinds of wines. He just glanced at the fancy wine names on the menu and whispered: "Just a glass of Baili sweet wine, thank you."

"My honor." The young lady raised half of her eyebrows, curled her lips and chuckled, then walked to Ji Shixue, with a plain and distant tone: "Hello, what do you want?"

Ji Shixu glanced at the bartender who had returned to expressionless face, and looked slightly at Song Ranran, who was blocked by Professor Weipeng, who looked at the bar environment with his head tilted, and said with a low smile, "Thank you, just whiskey."

The bartender nodded with a cold face, turned around and drew a bottle of royal salute, found a cup for him to pour it on, put it on the bar and pushed it, and then arrived in front of Ji Shixue.

Ji Shise: "...Thank you."

The bartender didn't even look at him. He carefully selected a glass with strawberry-printed wine with the body, poured in Bailey's sweet wine and milk, sprinkled crushed ice in it, and then took two large strawberries from the wine cabinet refrigerator, cut them into small pieces and decorated them.

She walked to Song Ranran, handed the wine glass over, held her chin with one hand, and looked at Song Ranran with a smile: "Try how it tastes."

Seasonal timing: "…"

Song Ranran didn't realize it and said thank you with a smile.

Ji Shixu was so anxious that he didn't say anything, but just looked around Song Ranran with his light.

Night Bar has the habit of inviting guests to play on stage. Amid the cheers and applauses of the crowd, the selected guests will not be frightened. Most of them will go on stage openly and sing songs that everyone is familiar with or has a simple and catchy melody, causing everyone to sing.

Ji Shixue has a cold temperament and just sat quietly in a corner of the bar, which attracted the frequent attention of many female customers. Whenever new customers come to the door, they will be attracted by him at first sight.

The male singers who sang on the stage didn't have to stand up. They just looked from afar and saw the seasonal sequence outside the sea of ​​people.

The singer crossed the intertwined men and women in the dance floor and handed the microphone to Ji Shisei, saying Chinese: "Handsome guy, will you go up and sing a song for everyone?"

A female guest dressed in Asian clothes took the lead and applauded: "Sing one!"

The guests around also began to cheer: "Sing one, sing one!"

Ji Shixu frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and didn't answer the microphone.

Professor Flippery had already left. Song Ranran held the wine glass and blinked the deer through an empty seat, looking at him with anticipation and curiosity.

"Can Ate play?" He chuckled, took the microphone and asked the piano player who followed him: "Just give me one tune at the beginning, F tune."

The pianist who exploded head was stunned for a moment. When Ji Shixue had already stepped onto the stage, he nodded in confusion: "I can't." Turning his head to look at the male singer: "He actually knows Ate and can sing, you can't even..."

Male singer: "Thank you for reminding me, I know I don't."

The tone of the Season is very good, low and slightly dumb, very magnetic, and has a first-class innate music. When I was a master of Juilliard in my early years, I also practiced absolute pitch.

He played the piano very well, and even the teachers at P Da Yin Dance Academy praised it several times, and threatened that if he didn't want to get involved in the physics department, the door to the Yin Dance Department would be open to him at any time.

To sum up, Song Ranran is very excited about Ji Shixue's singing on stage this time.

She moved to the empty seat near the stage, widened her eyes and looked at him without blinking, just like the expressions of the blonde Italian girls beside her.

Starting from the music in F, the seasonal sequence sings the ancient Italian love songs, carrying his unique low and hoarse voice, permeates this space, immersing people in it, forgetting time, and completely trapped in the emotions implicitly his singing.

Everyone forgot to move and just listened blankly as the boys in the distance cherished them for many years and expressed their feelings to them by their only sweetheart.

"To you, you are the only one in the world, my breath every time... You are my favorite, my love..."

Just a song, the female guests around him couldn't help screaming and cheering.

Song Ranran held her face silently, and Crimson climbed quietly to the tip of her ears.

Ji Shixu bowed slightly, thanked him for a pianist who was waiting to give him a hug, and slowly walked towards Song Ranran below the stage.

Halfway through, the blonde beauty stopped her and asked for contact information.

The man at home was missed by outsiders and even asked him to talk to him in front of him.

Song Ranran pursed her lips and felt a sense of sourness in her heart.

I was so anxious that I wanted to walk up, but I remembered that I pretended not to know her and she took it on her own, and then I felt so angry that I went back to the bar.

At the bar, the male singer stayed there and didn't leave. He drank a glass of fruit wine and chatted with the female bartender: "That handsome guy stole my business, and the beauty looked at him, and I was neglected."

"You have no business at all, no one likes you, but the boss can't recruit anyone, so he barely lets you go up and poisons the guests' ears." The female bartender was too lazy to pay attention to him. When she saw Song Ranran coming over, she greeted her with a smile: "Beauty, you seem to have forgotten your wine."

The singer also noticed Song Ranran, his eyes lit up and he posted: "Beauty, what wine do you drink? Come and try this one, mine is better."

As he said that, he got into the bar, and a set of fancy bartending moves, and handed it to Song Ranran with a cocktail with cherry powder, and then gave her a charming look: "Beauty try this, it's not intoxicating."

Song Ranran thanked softly, her eyes staring at the crowd surrounding her below the stage.

It has been so long since I was chatting there.

Just as she was thinking, she saw Ji Shixu nodding slightly to the female guests and walking towards the bar.

Suddenly, the beautiful black-haired woman in a big red silk suspender dress staggered in front and fell straight towards the sequel.

The next second, Ji Shixue pressed his index finger against his shoulder and stood firm.

Song Ranran recognized the Asian who had taken the lead in making Ji Shixue come to power.

The Asian beauty's face flashed for a moment and she quickly recovered from calmness. She lowered her head slightly and pushed her long hair aside. She smiled gratefully at Ji Shixue, and stuck out her tongue playfully: "Thank you, handsome guy, for saving my face with one finger. Without you, I would have fallen a big fuck in front of so many people. The grace of saving the face is beyond repayment..."

Song Ranran didn't hear the following words clearly, and the bar had returned to noisy.

The male singer saw this scene along her sight and grinned: "This guy's market is so good, the peach blossoms are blooming all the time. Beauty, do you like his type too?"

Song Ranran smiled slightly: "It's okay."

"This kind of person is used to being slutty at first glance." The female bartender snorted, leaned against Song Ranran, and reminded softly: "I have seen many types of him, and I can't rely on them. I can only see one face. Listening to the songs he sang, you can know that he actually sang to his lover in the bar, as if there were his lover among the people here. Pretending to look affectionate, in fact, I wanted everyone to mistakenly think that they were the lover in his mouth."

"My ex is this one. On the surface, he looks cold and noble and only cares for one person. In fact, he is a scumbag who refuses everyone to the girl. He likes all girls. He is very sweet on the bed, and he can coax you so hard that he can't touch you. He does everything. I learned Chinese for him, cut his hair for him, and learned to mix bartending because he loves drinking. As a result, he fell in love with a white girl from Iceland, turned his head and threw me away."

The male singer was surprised by the side: "I can't tell, this guy is like this."

He approached Song Ranran's ear and blew in it: "Beauty, don't like him anymore. Like me, I sing well. If you want to like the song he sang, I can learn it."

Song Ranran was stunned for a moment, subconsciously covered her ears, made a warning posture, and set a distance from him: "No, I won't be with you..."

Before he could finish his refusal, he was hugged from behind and pressed into his arms.

"It's not your worries."

Ji Shixu glanced at him coldly and said in a deep voice.

The male singer was stunned for a second, and pointed at Song Ranran with an index finger, looking surprised: "Do you know each other?"
To be continued...