C1 Voices from Heaven

"Mom!"

Liu Jingjing's legs were suddenly hugged by a pair of small hands.

She looked down and saw a girl of four or five.

The little girl looked adorable as she raised her cute little face and smiled at her.

She was warmed by the little girl's smile and smiled back at her.

However, when her gaze met with the little girl's, the little girl's smile froze.

She laughed, "Little friend, did you recognize the wrong person? What about your mother? "

The little girl abandoned her and ran.

She turned around and saw the child leap into the arms of a woman behind her.

The woman picked up the child, kissed him hard on the cheek, and left smiling.

Liu Jingjing was stunned as she watched this warm scene.

Once upon a time, she also opened her arms and threw herself into her mother's embrace, also into her father's embrace.

But where were they now?

On the street, there was music playing. The singing sounded as if it was weeping. "Such a familiar voice! How many years of wind and rain have you accompanied me for? I never need to think about it. I will never forget it …"

This song entered Liu Jingjing's heart, she was extremely sad!

"The voice of heaven!" Liu Jingjing saw the two young men point at the advertising words in the bar beside them and say, "As long as you are willing to come in, order a glass of wine and slowly drink it down, you will feel as if you are floating and will feel that you have arrived in heaven. You can hear the voice from heaven! "

The boy said, "Will you really be able to hear the next day after drinking?"

The girl mocked, "Deceiving the devil! "I don't believe it. Let's go, don't try to trick me into drinking."

The young couple ran off laughing.

Liu Jingjing didn't leave. She looked at the flickering neon lights on the door for a long time, then she suddenly made up her mind and walked inside.

After nightfall, the liveliness of the day gradually died down, while the liveliness of the night had just arrived.

Especially in a nightclub like this one, people who have been busy all day, have had their fill of fun, let off steam, relax, men keep coming in, women keep being taken away, flirting, laughter, shouting, one after the other, a scene of dancing and singing and dancing.

Here were the tycoons who had earned enough money, and the rich young masters of the second and third generations, whose bulging pockets made their heads rise higher and higher, their backs becoming harder and harder. In this place, at this time, money had a stronger hardness than any metal or non-metal, and no matter how soft their waists were, as long as they had its support, they could stand straight.

This was a place for rich men to spend their money. Ordinary people would only look down on it, hate it, and hate it. Of course, it was also because they were reluctant to spend the small amount of money in their bags in a place like this.

On the stage, a woman was singing. The soft tune of "Night Fragrance" made one drowsy, but the lyrics had been tampered with by the singer:

"That beauty looks so fresh and refreshing in my eyes …"

That handsome man is elegant and dashing

All the people under the window fall asleep

The only thing that entered his intestines was that wine …

Drunk in our hearts

I love the night

And I love the wine that goes through my intestines

"..."

A few bewitching women were dancing with their navels and hips, their exposed white skin captivating. The young men whistled to express the undercurrent of their hearts, and the metal ornaments on the dancers sparkled under the neon lights. As they danced, the light shone on the faces of men and women, and on the hearts of men.