wine is character

The glass of cocktail in front of him was untouched, he reached out to pick it up and put it on his lips, touched it but hesitated whether to drink it.

"Qingfeng is not very happy living here." Ke Cheng unsteadily stood up from the table and tried his best. "This city is too annoying."

"It's okay." A sentence seemed relaxed in his throat, with a slightly hoarse voice, as if he was suppressing something, "It's numb after a long time."

"You are different. I ask for it but don't get it. You get it but don't ask for it." Ke Cheng told the truth, only Musu, who was hiding in the dark, didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, "I tried my best to break free from this You always like to push yourself to death, I know your temperament too well."

"Do you understand?" There was a little doubt, but there was no further text.

"It's much more comfortable... It's so comfortable to find someone to talk to..." Hearing the half-drunk drunken words, Qingfeng just took the wine glass in his hand "Since you don't really want others to know who that person is, don't get drunk, lest you Leaked out."

Hearing this, Ke Cheng was taken aback for a moment, but then smiled slightly, "I originally planned that if you chased me any further, I would tell you about that man in detail, Qingfeng, you are really strange."

"I'm not curious." The words were as calm as water, but then he drank the cocktail in one gulp, the spicy taste rushing into his throat, the wine was a bit too strong.

Musu couldn't hear Qingfeng's tone, but he always felt that Qingfeng was not very happy.

Helping Ke Cheng out of the bar, Qingfeng's footsteps were also a little unsteady, but he still stopped a taxi and just sent it to the car, but he stood outside. Ke Cheng lay at the window and didn't know what to say to Qingfeng, and then He got back into the car and left.

Musu was about to leave, but Qingfeng came back to the bar and walked straight in this direction, so scared that Musu slipped his buttocks, got under the table, and hit the tabletop with a bang.

He heard two "knock knocks" on the table, "Come out." It turned out that Qingfeng had discovered him a long time ago, but he didn't expose him.

Musu quietly poked his head out from under the table, Qingfeng's face was a little pale, and he didn't show an expression of anger or shame because of Musu's stalking and eavesdropping, it was as calm as a pond without any ripples.

"I……"

Qingfeng didn't ask for further details, but drank Musu's glass of untouched cocktail in one gulp, wiped off the water stains from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and then cast his eyes lazily on Musu, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and stretched out his hand I rubbed the painful place, "It hurts."

"No." Mu Su bit the bullet and denied, but Qingfeng turned around with a smile, "Let's go."

"Are you feeling sorry for your friend? In fact, it's something like feelings..." Mu Su followed Qingfeng closely, although Qingfeng's footsteps were already slow, but Musu still looked so hurried "You An outsider can't be in a hurry..."

"I like him..." Calmly as if describing someone else's affairs, there was a loud thunder on the ground, but Mu Su's body was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Do you like him?" After a long time, Mu Su closed his dropped chin slightly, rubbed it, and repeated stammeringly, "He, he is..."

"If you mind, you can tell Uncle Mu when you go back and ask him to change to a tutor." Qingfeng didn't care at all, and didn't look at Musu's reaction, and walked forward with his legs.

His arm was grabbed, and Mu Su hurriedly stopped him, "When did I say I changed tutors?"

"It's fine if you don't mind." The voice was soft, like a person who has been ill for a long time and has no strength to speak.

"I..." Mu Su was inexplicably depressed. This has nothing to do with him from the beginning to the end. Why is he the most troubled person? "I haven't heard of it, you..."

"The bus is coming..." Musu followed Qingfeng and got on the bus.

At this moment, there were so many people in the car that there was hardly any place to stay. Qingfeng got to the rear door freely, pulled the ring and looked outside the car. There was a sea of ​​people, and he tried to walk back, but those people turned a blind eye and didn't give way, which made him very angry.

"Rang, if someone comes, you won't get out of the way. You stepped on me. I'm going to the back. You're blocking my way."

This chirping sound seemed out of place in this bus, but it also brought back Qingfeng's thoughts. When I turned around, I saw a small head trying to drill and drill, but it was almost squeezed into the air by the crowded crowd.

"Your ass hit me, I'm going to the back!" Mu Su's temper was about to explode, and when he was about to start scolding, someone pinched the back of his head and pulled him into a slightly tight gap between people. Some air in the space.

"That auntie was obviously the one who was sticking to me, so it must be that I was sweating from the heat of sticking to her, so I was the one who was doing well, the smell of sweat all over my body..." Mu Su lowered his head and sniffed at his clothes , with a look of disgust on his face, that chattering appearance caused Qingfeng to let out a brief laugh, stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulder, turned 180 degrees, and stuck him in front of the pillar, so that Musu subconsciously grabbed the pillar, so that he could not As for being unsteady and falling in the rear brakes.

The air in the car was sweltering, Musu leaned his head slightly against the pillar, drowsy, and Qingfeng just lowered his head from time to time to look at the hairs on the head of the bayberry, and drew a small area with his arm to prevent the young master from Being crowded and yelled at.

Head bit by bit, a sudden brake, the whole person almost flew forward, and suddenly woke up, "Where is this, where is it?" Looking around sleepily, a group of people around were swarming like bees. The car immediately emptied a lot, and when I turned around, Qingfeng had already sat in a relatively quiet seat at the back.

"The air is much better, I'm suffocated to death." His face was flushed from the stuffiness, and he sat beside Qingfeng, who quietly looked out the window, but turned around and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Me? I'm looking for a friend, where are you going?" Eyeballs rolled up, and he straightened his sitting posture, without the tired look just now.

"Go home." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, and Musu couldn't bother him anymore.

The route of this bus is very long, every time Musu arrives at the station, Musu can't help but look at Qingfeng, not knowing where Qingfeng will get off, and why it takes so long.

After a long time, Qingfeng's closed-eyed meditation was over, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Musu was still beside him, and asked again, "Have you got out of the car yet?"

"No, he lives far away." Musu looked at the list of stations, and swiped his fingers, not knowing which station to say. What if Bi Qingfeng got off the bus first?

"How far? The terminal?"

"Actually, it's a little bit in front of Quwantang." He told a casual lie, which made Qingfeng sober up a lot in an instant, but he also heard the exaggeration in it, "You should go to the opposite side of the road to take the bus, and you got in the wrong way."

"It's okay, the big deal is to sit back from the terminal, I'm free." Putting his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, he pretended to be interested in staring at the front, his acting skills were too clumsy.