please change your mind

Violent electronic music, beating drums, slightly hot air, and people's hearts that seem to be calm but actually turbulent.

The drumbeats bounced along with the pulse, the tangled rhythm, the messy dance steps, and the fermentation of alcohol emanating from every pore.

The ambiguous smell of incense in the air, under the dim light, hormones are released everywhere randomly.

There are searching and probing gazes everywhere, and there are some livelihoods that take advantage of human weaknesses.

Red men and dolls exile themselves, live in the moment and enjoy themselves in time.At this stall, the person sitting at the back of the bar, but his eyes are locked on the front desk, a person who is quietly drinking.

Aimer, the bartender in a black uniform, stared at the slender and desolate figure in front of him with deep eyes in the corner where light and shadow were messed up, as if he was watching a prey.

The figure of the prey is straight and straight, and the room full of men and women seems to have nothing to do with him, although sitting there, it seems to be detached from the world.

This store is famous for its wines. The first glass of the bartender Aimer makes you blush, and the second glass is hard to hold.And that guy sat there motionless, already drinking the fifth cup in a muffled voice.

Although that guy turned his back to the bartender tonight, Emer knew that person all too well.Every time I come here, I will drink alone with my head down, as if I am suffering from something, and my nature is so suppressed that I can't breathe.Do you mean self-discipline?no.Self-disciplined people, why come here to stay up late and drink alcohol to hurt your health?

These secrets, like the epiphyllum blooming at midnight, are fleeting, leaving only a faint echo.

The bartender Aimer is also one of the supporters here, with an extremely elegant and tall figure, as well as handsome and charming movements. When bartending, his cool movements always attract the attention of the guests.

But he rarely took the initiative to talk to the guests, and today he wanted to find an opportunity to display his skills.

……

Plug in the earphones in the room, turn off the lights and close your eyes to listen, and only let the person who releases the sense of hearing lie on the bed, listening to every note, every pause, every breath over and over again

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Bottomless despair crawls into people's hearts densely like insects, and darkness floats out of the cracks like ghosts. This is the feeling that this song wants to express.

Wang Yi sighed in his heart otherwise, the song in Wu Liang's dream was forgotten by his brain, but it was deeply buried in his subconscious, as immortal as a knife carving, he tried his best to grow towards the sunshine, and at the same time, let all the darkness disappear. bury it.

Wang Yi turned off the song, glanced at the record, and had already listened to it for the 107th time. This weekend, he basically did nothing, all he was thinking about was listening to this song.

Now he can have a good talk with Wu Liang about this song.

He unplugged the earphones and sat up from the quilt. It was still quiet outside the window, Wanjia was brightly lit, and the blue lights looked like an aquarium in the dark room. He hesitated, and finally dialed that person's number.

……

The bartender Aimer rubbed the cup lightly with his elegant and slender fingers. Under the light and shadow from different angles, the cup refracted bright light, forming a geometric pattern of beauty.

With the loud background music and the restless crowd, that person feels so alienated...

He approached that person and patted his shoulder lightly with his fingers. Wu Liang turned around, his skin was pale, but he couldn't hide the dark circles under his eyes.

"Are you here alone?" Emer put on a nice smile and a friendly gesture.

The man nodded, still calm, as if he didn't understand his purpose.

Emer was overjoyed, it was much easier this way.

He took a step forward and moved a little closer, apparently within a safe distance.

He leaned next to Wu Liang's ear, blew lightly, and continued to probe in a smug tone: "Why are you still not drunk after drinking six glasses of my wine?" After speaking, he lightly touched Wu Liang with his hand. Good hair tips.

Wu Liang frowned, and turned his head to the side, as if he was very unhappy, but there was that defenseless expression on his face.

"Oh~ So I was drunk, but she still looks quite sober." Aimer smiled sweetly, as if teasing a child, her eyes full of complacency.

buzz-

The phone rang, and Wu Liang picked it up. The sound in the bar was too noisy, so he turned on the speakerphone, and Wangyi's voice hurriedly said: "That...Xiao Wu, I seem to know what the meaning of this song is. The main theme is suicide."

Wang Yi on the other end of the phone also heard the noise around him, and continued to ask, "Where are you? Why is it so noisy around?"

Before Wu Liang answered, Aimer next to him immediately moved forward and said with a smile, "Don't worry, he's here with me, he can't run away tonight, can't he, cutie?"

He's here with me...

Can't run tonight...

cute little...

cute……

Love……

……

The phone was hung up, but the content kept lingering, Wang Yi clenched his fists in the dark.

That seductive and sexy voice was also next to Wu Liang, and he heard the content of the phone call where he was only worried about others.

So close, how close?Is it only five centimeters away from Wu Liang's cell phone, how about away from Wu Liang's face, and how far away from his hand?

What are they doing, will Wu Liang provoke someone again, will they fight, and the ambiguous voice seems to be trying to do something wrong? !

Wang Yi, who was alarmed in his heart, suddenly felt ice water poured down his head, chilling him from head to toe.

However, the reason why Wangyi is Wangyi is that when his whole body feels cold, his head is still running fast.Although the pain in my heart was excruciating, as if I wish I could die, but it was still firmly clamped by reason.

He immediately called Feng Bo and asked him where Wu Liang likes to go at night.

Feng Bo casually mentioned four or five bars, saying that these were the bars he often went to, and then reported more than a dozen in one breath, saying that these were his occasional visits.

Wang Yi held his breath, and insisted on listening to the long list, but he was slowly disappointed in his heart. What did he agree to explore the meaning of dreams together?Then who is he with, and now I can't find him.

what is this?

It turns out...it turns out that I never knew, never understood him.How you treat others is how that person treats you.

However, it is obvious that he looked at his smiling eyes, and he still showed meticulous care and consideration. Is this fake?

I have seen him as bright as an angel, and as dark as a ghost, so evil is also evil, and good is also good. When will he change his evil and return to good?

Forcibly forcing back the tears, Wang Yi, who swallowed his sobs, got dressed, took his coat, and took a taxi to the bar street. When he sat in the car and told the driver the location, he could hardly speak.

"Who is it that made you make another trip so late?" The driver shook his head and gave him a helpless look.

With such a miserable appearance, even others couldn't help but sympathize.But Wu Liang, I don't know where he is doing.

The red-eyed Wang Yi didn't say a word, lowered his head and clutched the hem of his clothes, and just said softly: "Please drive faster."