Yan Gou

In fact, Qin and his party's call came a few days earlier than Cengo's.Since having dinner with Qin and his party a month ago, Jiang Bailu's full attention was on Cenzenge, while Qin and his party were busy with the rest and overseer of the resort, and the two had never met.

That's why, when Qin and his party called, they didn't even know that Jiang Bailu had already taken Ceng Ge down. They just assured him that they would meet with Ceng Ge when they came over.

Jiang Bailu didn't explain, and said yes with a smile, and agreed to Qin's invitation first.

When he arrived at the resort on Friday night, he sent a text message to Cengo, telling him that he would not be going tonight.Then I went to drink with Qin and his party in the bar of the villa. The newly hired bartender in front of the bar was a young and handsome foreigner. When he saw Jiang Bailu, he whistled happily and pushed a glass of colorful cocktails in front of him. , straight to the point and sent out an invitation: "You are my type, come to my room tonight?"

Jiang Bailu took the glass of wine and shook it lightly, then looked up regretfully, "That's a pity, you're not my type. Why don't you teach me how to mix wine?"

The bartender showed an exaggerated expression: "You can refuse my gentleman's invitation without thinking, and you are trying to learn from me the unique bartending skills in the world. Lovely Chinese, you are the first."

"But I like it." The bartender opened the small door on the left side of the bar and invited him in sideways, "I even think you look cuter now." He began to chatter, "You know, the bartender's bar For us, as much as the men love their Lamborghinis, it should be a huge honor to be the first sweetheart to walk into my private bar."

Jiang Bailu's complexion was as usual. After six years of living abroad, he was used to the teasing of those tall and strong Caucasians.He stayed in the bar with great interest until midnight, and when he returned to his room to sleep, the sky had already turned pale.

Jiang Bailu closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.I am completely ignorant of the scene outside the window from the twilight of the morning light to the bright sky, and then to the bright sunshine over the spring.

Probably because I met the foreign bartender at night, and Jiang Bailu kept returning to his college life in the United States in those years in his dream.He stood on the campus avenue with century-old trees soaring into the sky. Right in front of him was an ancient cathedral-like library. The blond Caucasian man beside him shuttled back and forth with books in his arms. He spoke American English as fast and fluently as a college entrance examination listening comprehension into the ears.

Jiang Bailu turned around in a daze, but the scene in his sight was torn and peeled off. The ancient library and boulevard disappeared, replaced by the ambiguous lights and sight in the bar, and the man standing behind the bar looking at him indifferently. brunette mulatto boy.

If the bartender that Qin and his entourage found was full of coquettish words, then his ex-boyfriend can be called indifferent and taciturn.So much so that when he confidently announced to his friends that he and Chris were in a relationship, no one even wanted to believe that he was the one being chased.

Standing in the bar where he met Chris for the first time in his dream, Jiang Bailu sighed softly, then slowly opened his eyes, and woke up in the dazzling golden sunlight that filled the room.

He lifted the quilt and sat up, raised his sleepy eyes, stared at the dust billowing in the sunlight carefully, and suddenly found that the spring rainy season had left for a while, as if——

I don't know from which day the weather got better.

Jiang Bailu got up and went around the strawberry garden. Half an hour later, when he came out after picking the strawberries, his short black hair became a bit messy, and the broken hair on his forehead raised his tail disobediently.

The sleeves and trouser legs of the long clothes and trousers were rolled up high, crooked and disorderly.The edges of the white clothes were covered with black soil debris and green branches and leaves, and the tip of the nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He looked like a college student in his early twenties.

Holding a heavy bamboo basket in one hand, he stopped in front of the washing bowl outside the garden, leaned over and stretched the other hand into the cool flowing water flowing out of the bamboo tube.The overlapping human voices and footsteps behind him gradually became clearer in their ears from far to near.

Jiang Bailu retracted that hand and shook it lightly.The transparent and crystal clear water droplets fly high, get caught in the warm spring breeze, and reflect beautiful colorful light under the dazzling sunlight.

He stood up straight, holding a basket full of strawberries that were so red that they were about to drop, he turned around and followed the prestige, and a group of well-dressed young masters from a rich family strolled towards him.

The tall and straight black-haired mixed-race man casually lagged behind as he had met for the first time, and his handsome facial features became clear and complete bit by bit as the distance shortened.Until the opponent's pair of brown amber-like pupils looked straight over.

The people beside him are still the same faces, the strawberry garden behind them is still the same strawberry garden, and Jiang Bailu is still the same Jiang Bailu.Cengo's gaze was no longer the indifference and alienation he had when they first met a few months ago.

He didn't hold the phone in his hand, and there was no surprise on his face when he saw the other party for the first time. In Cengo's slightly stagnant eyes, he held up the strawberry in his arms with a bright smile, and said in a light and cheerful tone: "Do you want to eat strawberries? I picked it just now."

In the afternoon, it was the opening game as usual.The rest of the playboys were not qualified enough to hold the little money given by the family every month, and it was Cengo and the others who were at the poker table in the end.Two waiters stood by. While one was shuffling the cards, the other respectfully handed and lit cigarettes to the people on the table.

Cen Ge took the cigarette and bit it in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over the face of the waiter who bent over to light Yu Junlin's cigarette, and someone handed him a beautiful and delicate fruit plate.Cengo didn't turn his face to the slightest, and said in a loose tone: "Leave it alone."

The fruit plate was placed on the shelf, but the person did not intend to leave.Cen Ge showed displeasure, and turned his head to yell, but bumped into Jiang Bailu's well-behaved and honest face.After the words came to his mouth, Cengo lowered his eyes and thought for a second, then as if he remembered something, he raised his hand and took the cigarette from his mouth.

At this time, the cigarette-lighting waiter had already stopped on the other side of him, and the hand holding the lighter had been stretched out in the air, but he was stunned because of Cengo's movements.

Song Tang, who was sitting opposite, swept over with a wind from the corner of his eyes, and his tone was cold: "What? Did he make you unhappy?"

Cen Ge didn't speak, Song Tang came to a conclusion on his own, and immediately stood up sternly, about to scold the waiter who lit up cigarettes, the latter suffered a disaster for no reason, and panic appeared on his face.

Jiang Bailu stretched out his hand to take the lighter from the waiter, bent slightly facing Cengo, looked at the man without changing his face, and turned the side of his face that was facing Song Tang and others, his lips were slightly pursed without too much emotion, The corner of the lips on the other side of the face quietly raised a small arc, with a hint of sly and playful, "Mr. Cen, let me help you."

Cengo looked at him indifferently for a moment, slowly sucked the cigarette between his fingertips into his lips, leaned back on the soft back of the chair, and raised his chin slightly in his direction as a gesture.

Song Tang's eyes on the opposite side suddenly turned deep. When he asked Yu Junlin to call Jiang Bailu over a week ago, his original intention was to see how many times Jiang Bailu could get Cengo's attention by clinging to him shamelessly in the past few months. .

At this time, it was completely unexpected that Jiang Bailu had found a place to speak in front of Cengo.It can be regarded as a little skill, but Song Tang propped his head indifferently, with a slight mockery in his eyes, and it just stopped there.

He was immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't see from beginning to end. In the blind spot blocked by Jiang Bailu's body, Jiang Bailu leaned over to help Cengo light a cigarette, with one hand tucked in front of the cigarette butt, blocking the While losing sight of others from the front, he maliciously raised the little finger of the other hand, and gently brushed it from the man's lips.

Not to be seen, Cengo suddenly raised his eyelids, lowered his eyes calmly, and said a few words silently with his lips moving slightly: "I'll clean you up at night."