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'Wangxiang' was formerly known as 'Wangxiang'. It is a low-key bar opened in a very low-key location. It is a paradise and a hell on earth.

Qian Shucheng once heard from Qian Shuning that 'Wangxiang' is a bar with a long history. It is impossible to verify when it opened. It is a place that integrates into society and is independent of society.This bar seems to be isolated from the world, although it has changed many places over time.A small door cuts off all fame, wealth, grievances and hatred from the outside world.When you enter the door, you may pass by powerful politicians, drink with you may be business elites with countless assets, and talk with you may be murderous criminals.

One of the rules of the bar: Fighting, brawling, promiscuity, xidu and other phenomena are prohibited, and those who violate it will bear the consequences!

Qian Shuning once warned Qian Shucheng that if you go to "Forget Hometown" one day, you must not challenge the rules in the bar, otherwise no matter where you escape in the future, the bar's executors will dig three feet and drag you back. , As for what happens after being dragged back, no one knows, and no one has ever seen the person who was brought back.

'Forget Home' is not located in the city center. The city center is such a place where every inch of land is expensive, and any building will be scrutinized by countless pairs of eyes. Obviously such a bar is not suitable for too much exposure to the public. The location of "Forget Hometown" is also very strange. It is not far from the cemetery. Ordinary people really don't have the leisure to wander around such a place.

It was only 07:30 when Qian Shucheng arrived at 'Forget Hometown', and there were only a few men with tired faces sitting sparsely in the bar. Presumably, there were not many regular professional people coming out to club at this time.On the stage, a resident singer who looked like a student was holding a guitar and sang a slightly bitter tune. His clean voice was mixed with a hint of sadness, as if telling the sadness in everyone's heart, making these frustrated men drink one bottle after another. Drinking wine from the bottle increases the income of the bar.

Qian Shucheng was introduced by the waiter to an open soft bag, ordered a dozen beers and a few snacks, and looked at the young resident singer with his chin resting on one hand.However, the appearance in his twenties seems to have gone through vicissitudes, his slightly melancholy eyes poked people's hearts one after another, and his soft voice really has a special flavor.

When Han Yue arrived, Qian Shucheng stared at the young man on the stage who finished drinking half a dozen beers.

"Why, have you taken a fancy to someone?"

Han Yue's teasing voice suddenly sounded from the side, which startled Qian Shucheng who didn't know what he was thinking.

Qian Shucheng sat up straight and looked at Han Yue who walked up and sat down opposite him.

"That kind of weak and self-pitying look is not my style. If you don't come, I will drink too much. I don't drink well."

Han Yue looked at Qian Shucheng's flushed face, and then at the empty bottle in front of her: I can't drink very well.

He took a sip of the bottle of wine on his own and looked around. There were not many people, but they were starting to attract people.The resident singer on stage had just finished singing a song and was getting up with his guitar in his arms and was about to leave the stage. It is estimated that someone else will come on stage to start the atmosphere. This kind of occasion is really not suitable for being sad for too long.

Seeing that Han Yue had no intention of opening his mouth, Qian Shucheng watched the excitement very vigorously. After taking a sip from the wine bottle, he stared intently at the person in front of him.

Before, I didn't pay much attention to this person in front of me because of my grudges.Looking at it this way now, Han Yue belongs to the type with a particularly upright appearance, with a clean-shaven cropped head, not particularly handsome but with straight and tough facial features, a typical image of a decent tough guy.The short jacket is casually put on with open arms, and the temperament exuding from the whole body always feels a little familiar.

"Are you... a soldier?" Qian Shucheng asked tentatively.

Han Yue withdrew his gaze from looking around, smiled, and was not embarrassed by his identity being exposed: "Once."

Qian Shucheng nodded, took another sip of wine and didn't continue to ask. It's not polite to inquire too much about other people's privacy, and it's better to inquire less about the background with all kinds of secrets.

Han Yue spent all his time waiting for Qian Shucheng to continue asking, but he resolutely stopped talking, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because Han Yue's eyes were too scorching, Qian Shucheng put his head back like a machine, raised his arms numbly, picked up the wine bottle, and poured it into his mouth stiffly.

"You...don't look at me like that...I...I'm not interested in you."

Qian Shucheng's words made Han Yue spit out the wine from his mouth.

"Fuck! What the hell, I'm not interested in you either! I'm a straight man! Straight!"

Qian Shucheng recovered his tongue, took another sip of wine and said, "Well, that's good, I'm Yangou."

Han Yue: "..."

This bastard thinks he's ugly?

The two stared at each other speechlessly for a few minutes, Han Yue couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere and went straight to the point.

"Don't you wonder what I called you to do?"

Qian Shucheng glanced at him: "What are you doing?"

Han Yue: "I said why are you so boring."

Qian Shucheng chuckled: "It depends on whom."

"Oh, I said you brat."

Qian Shucheng drank wine calmly and listened to the music. The cozy Han Yue had the urge to throw a bottle at him and then turn around and leave.

Han Yue suppressed his temper and tried his best to put on a sophisticated look.

"About Murong Ling's news, are you interested in hearing it?"

Qian Shucheng looked up at Han Yue with his hands about to grab the melon seeds. His eyes were amazingly bright in this dimly lit bar, and his slightly thin lips subconsciously pursed.

This person who had been missing for more than a month heard his news again through the mouth of such a plotter. Is it because Murong Ling acted too carelessly, or this person in front of him is hiding too deeply.Although he was very upset because this person had planned to save him before, but if he was saved, he was saved.Although I am very unhappy with this behavior, I am still grateful in my heart.Moreover, during the hospitalization, this person was always by his side to help and take care of him. After contacting him, he felt that this person was quite honest, and he did things properly and without sloppiness, which was very suitable for him.

Maybe Han Yue really needed to find Murong Ling for something difficult?Qian Shucheng was already secretly thinking about how to introduce this person to Murong Ling, but at this juncture, the honest person he thought was doing things that had nothing to do with being honest.

Qian Shucheng didn't try to keep him secret, and went straight to the point: "Say it."

Han Yue straightened his posture and finally seized the initiative: "You said that you are the person who has the closest relationship with Murong Ling, but you still want to hear the news from me, an outsider, tsk tsk."

Qian Shucheng said expressionlessly, "Say what you want to say, and shut up if you don't want to. Should you go to the ophthalmology department, which eye sees that I am close to him?"

Han Yue sneered: "All right, all right, you won't be close if you say it's not close, let's talk about business."

Qian Shucheng really hated the feeling of being manipulated by others. Why did he act like an idiot? He came over when he received a text message, and asked if he had any news. Was his brain kicked by a donkey?Why don't you know how to be reserved and pretend that you don't care about Murong Ling... Wait... I don't care about Murong Ling at all!

Maybe it was because the lights were too dim, Han Yue didn't notice Qian Shucheng's funny expression change, he was actually a straightforward person, he was a little annoyed by this young brat in front of him, so he said a few more words on purpose to annoy him.

"I don't know exactly where Mr. Murong is now, but according to the information I inquired, he should have gone abroad now. He had already left when we were in the hospital. I thought that I would definitely see you when I was by your side. He, I think it's a little simple."

Speaking of this, Han Yue looked at Qian Shucheng. He was really confused. According to the previous information, Qian Shucheng and Murong Ling should be very close.Murong Ling himself has no relatives, and it is difficult for those who can be regarded as friends to get close to him. The only breakthrough is Qian Shucheng.But now the light of this breakthrough is really a bit small.

In this noisy bar, it really takes a lot of concentration to say everything verbatim. After Qian Shucheng tried his best to get every word of Han Yue's words into his ears, he felt a little bit like cursing his mother.In the face of feelings, this person dislikes his own role for being too small, and it is useless to spend so long on himself.

Qian Shucheng gritted his teeth secretly, thinking to himself that even if he had a purpose, at least he saved himself and took care of him for a month, and he couldn't get mad, couldn't get mad.Then he silently scolded Murong Ling in his heart, and said that he could die if he went out for a long time?Don't you just say that you don't have to be rejected here now?

Qian Shucheng didn't know that Murong Ling was subconsciously avoiding him now.The relationship between two people is simple and simple, but complicated and complicated.As far as Murong Ling is concerned, Qian Shucheng is more like a relative, even though he is not related by blood.As a good friend's younger brother, he can be regarded as growing up under his watch.During the year he was recuperating from injuries abroad, the only thing he couldn't let go of was this younger brother. He thought that after he came back and settled down, he would go on according to his established plan-the fish died and the net broke.

But as soon as the plan was implemented, it was disrupted by Qian Shucheng.In one year, Qian Shucheng lost his original youthfulness.Tall and well-proportioned, he has grown into a man, and is no longer a child who needs him to bring some novelties every time he comes back from a business trip to make him happy.

Murong Ling originally wanted to come back and have a good talk with Qian Shucheng, talk about the future, talk about ideals, and prepare the way that can be paved for him, so there is no need for too many contacts in the future.He knew that someone had contacted Qian Shucheng when he was away, and would blame him for Qian Shuning's death.It's not that he didn't think about the situation that Qian Shucheng didn't want to talk to him and hated him to the bone.But he was looking forward to it, looking forward to Qian Shucheng's trust in him, looking forward to whether Qian Shucheng would worry about him and miss him after not seeing him for a year.On the way back to China, on the way to school, he was nervous, with vague expectations.

Just met face to face, cold heart.

In this way, he pushed the boat smoothly and accepted all the grievances in a big way.He thought, this is also good, at least the connection between the two can be completely broken, so that Qian Shucheng will not be dragged down.

In fact, Murong Ling himself doesn't understand, he can leave it to his subordinates or Chu Yunxi to settle down, just like before, arrange the school, deal with the mess left by Qian Shucheng, and give him a lot of savings in the future , Arrange a job, so that he will have no worries for the rest of his life.Why is it like this, because Qian Shucheng's words overturned and reorganized all the previous plans.

He was also very annoyed, why bothered to anger Qian Shucheng that day, just because Qian Shucheng acted like he would rather trust a stranger than him?Obviously, he was determined to crawl back from hell, so what else can he expect.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Murong Ling looked at the busy traffic downstairs.How much filth is hidden under such a splendid city, ordinary people will never be able to touch it.