Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

When Pei Yu had no classes every evening, he would go to Yemei to sing for a few hours. As his popularity grew, the money he earned increased day by day.

"Pei Yu..."

Pei Yu put down the phone in his hand, looked up at He Yunjin in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He Yunjin seemed to have something to hide, and whispered: "Would you please come with me?"

It was break time for the elective class, and most of the people around me were wearing headphones.

Pei Yu nodded and followed He Yunjin out.

He Yunjin took Pei Yu all the way to the corner. After stopping, he took a deep breath and put the phone in front of Pei Yu.

There was a photo on the screen of the mobile phone. A young man in a white shirt was sitting on the stage playing the guitar. If you ignored the swaying light behind him, it seemed like he was at a concert.

He Yunjin hesitated: "Is that you?"

Pei Yu put one hand in his pocket and leaned his shoulder against the wall. Hearing this, he asked, "Is this photo hard to recognize?"

Although the person taking the photo was far away and the light was not very clear, people who knew him could still tell at a glance that it was Pei Yu.

He Yunjin's expression froze upon hearing this, and he said in silence: "So it really is you. You actually go to work in that kind of place."

"That kind of place?" Pei Yu said in a cold tone. He smiled when he heard it. His eyes were calm. He seemed to find He Yunjin's words a little funny and said: "Then in He's eyes, what kind of place should be where I work?"

"That's not what I meant..." He Yunjin frowned, not knowing how to refute Pei Yu's words for a moment.

He just didn't expect that someone like Pei Yu would go out to work, and to work in such a dirty place.

After all, in his opinion, Pei Yu, who had everything he needed, and was of outstanding appearance and height, turned out to be trapped by life just like him.

This made He Yunjin inexplicably find a slight sense of balance in his heart.

"Anything else?"

He Yunjin waved his hands and shook his head: "No more."

Pei Yu nodded slightly and walked away.

...

Pei Yu carried his guitar, walked onto the stage he had stepped onto many times, and began to play skillfully.

Ye Mei's business has always been good, and after Pei Yu became the lead singer, the venue was always packed.

The second floor is a private room for high consumption. Outside the room there is a terrace for activities separated by an area made of glass. The special glass allows guests to see outside clearly from the inside, but prevents people from peeping in from the outside.

The interior of the box is dominated by burgundy wallpaper, the light is dim and ambiguous, and there are several people sitting on the dark green sofa.

Gao Hongye held a cigarette respectfully in his hand, and he walked over humbly and handed it to one of the men.

pat-

The lighter made a crisp sound, and the man's face was vaguely visible in the flame.

It was a handsome face with deep brows and eyes, thin lips of light color, and facial features like the statues of gods in ancient Greek mythology, smooth and three-dimensional.

The buttons of his suit were loose, revealing his honey-colored chest, and his pectoral muscles were extremely obvious under the suit.

As the man supported his head with his hands, the muscles on his arms tightened, and his cuffs slid down to reveal a small piece of arm skin. The high-end custom-made watch showed the owner's nobility.

The man held a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out smoke slowly, his narrow eyes lowered, making it difficult to tell his emotions.

Gao Hongye felt uneasy. He swallowed and whispered, "Brother Wen, how about asking a few kids to come in and play?"

The man whom he called Brother Wen didn't say anything, but the few people sitting on the side couldn't wait any longer and happily agreed with Gao Hongye's words.

Gao Hongye glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye, and after seeing that his expression remained unchanged and he showed no emotion at all, he felt relieved and went out to call for help.

After a period of chaos, Brother Zhang brought the people in the bar over.

There were more than a dozen young men in a row, of all kinds and styles, all with somewhat immature faces, but without exception, they were all good-looking.

They stood together, rubbing their hands nervously, being picked over by the people in the box like cargo.

Several people in the box originally wanted to pick the ones they liked the most, but because there was a man who hadn't said a word, they had to settle for the next best thing and pick a few that were not bad.

The remaining young men, each of whom had superior looks, looked at each other, and none of them dared to take the initiative to move and touch the man in the corner.

Gao Hongye winked at the most handsome white-haired man among them and gestured a number with his hand. The white-haired man's eyes lit up, and he puffed out his chest and walked over.

The white-haired man picked up a glass of wine from the table, leaned over to the man, and said softly: "Brother, do you want a drink?"

The man raised his eyes when he heard this, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

The man's appearance was so outstanding that Baimao was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but repeat it again with a red face.

Seeing that the man had been ignoring him, he pursed his lips and said, "Brother, can you please look at me?"

"roll."

A cold voice came out of the man's mouth, directly rejecting Baimao.

If you miss the best man, you won't meet the next one. Anyway, you are all gigolos here, and Baimao never thought about leaving cleanly. Thinking of this, Baimao gritted his teeth and raised his hand to touch the man's waist.

Snapped--

After a loud noise, Baimao was kicked to the ground by the man. He covered his stomach and gasped in pain, looking at the man with red eyes.

The man retracted the leg that kicked him, placed his leg on top of the other leg, folded his hands, pressed his body forward slightly, and looked at him calmly.

Baimao suddenly felt a chill on his spine, and he looked at the man with trembling body.

The man suddenly chuckled: "What's your name?"

Baimao didn't understand what was happening for a moment, and whispered his name.

Then he saw the man took out a card and threw it in his face, saying calmly: "This money is yours."

Baimao's face lit up with joy, he didn't even care about the pain and hurriedly stood up to express his gratitude.

Before he could move, he heard the man's cold voice piercing his eardrums: "Take off your clothes and get out of the box, the money is yours."

Baimao: "..."

Brother Zhang realized that the atmosphere was not right. He took a few steps forward and pretended to speak, but was stopped by Gao Hongye with one hand.

Gao Hongye's fat face had a somewhat unpleasant expression: "Brother Wen has made the choice, it depends on how he chooses."

Brother Zhang pursed his lips and stopped.

Baimao lowered his head and looked at the card on the ground, then began to unbutton his clothes without any hesitation.

The man watched his movements and waved his hand to signal Gao Hongye to pull him down.

Brother Zhang took those young people who were not selected away from the box.

The atmosphere in the box was briefly stagnant for a while. The young men serving drinks coaxed the guests to drink in soft voices and accepted the hands touching their bodies.

"Brother Wen?"

When Gao Hongye came back, he saw Wen Shenyi standing in front of the glass. He had his hand on the window and his eyes were fixed on somewhere.

Gao Hongye followed his gaze and saw nothing there except a group of people dancing to create an atmosphere.

Wen Shenyi retracted his gaze and looked at Gao Hongye: "Let's go."