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Mao Fei finally realized that he had a fever.

It's not too serious. I haven't dried my hair before going to bed in the afternoon, and walked all the way in the wind and snow. It's not unexpected to have a fever.

If it was an accident, it was the man who lost the game every quarter of an hour.

Mao Fei was so disturbed by him that he couldn't even concentrate on venting his emotions. During the break, he carried his guitar and went to the bar to ask Pei Li for a drink. Pei Li teased: "Three songs, are you happy?"

Mao Fei pretended to be deaf: "Plain water, warm."

Pei Li's smile was really hideous, Mao Fei said fiercely, "The face is full of teeth!"

"You didn't see it. You closed your eyes at the time. He came here to observe you closely." Pei Li handed him a glass of warm boiled water. "He ordered and said 'boiled water, warm'."

Mao Fei flicked his beard with one hand and poured water on himself with the other. Hearing this, he paused and squinted at him.

Pei Linu pouted: "The words are the same, the cup is the same, you kissed indirectly."

The water overflowed from the corners of his lips and flowed into his collar, making him uncomfortable. Mao Fei was a little distracted. He was a veteran in the love scene who had five relationships in three years in high school. There is no boyfriend who holds hands and talks about love, and the window has been empty for a long time, and I can't recall the taste of touching lips and tongues.

"Why are you in such a hurry to drink? Your mouth is dry?" Pei Li still didn't let him go, "Don't you think he's old now?"

Mao Fei slammed the glass on the stage and exhaled: "Anyone who is old is older than me anyway."

He lowered his voice and muttered, "He sings better than Yinyin."

Pei Li was puzzled: "Who is Yinyin?"

He is a very happy person, so happy that he is envious and jealous.

Mao Fei just shook his head, changed the subject and said, "I'll get my phone."

In the storage room, Mao Fei held his mobile phone and sighed silently. How deserted the bar is tonight, his lock screen pop-up window is so lively. Almost all the WeChat messages from "pigs" come into his eyes.

Mao Fei cleared it with one click, unlocked it, and first sent a message to Su Chengyin: Yinyin, I miss you and want to sing with you.

Ask again: Do you miss me?

Su Chengyin was studying abroad, there was a twelve-hour time difference between the two of them, and it was morning over there.

Su Chengyin replied in seconds: I miss you, I will sing to you when we return to China from the holiday!

Feifei: That’s settled, I’ll take a screenshot as a proof.

Then click on the message sent by Ran Qing, which can be called a live broadcast.

Ran Qing: He is about to go crazy, but he still has to maintain the demeanor of the president, so that his forehead is sweating.

Ran Qing: He asked us if we knew where your oil painting was kept. Xiao Xiao and I pretended to shake our heads, but Zhuang Qiang shook his head sincerely.

Ran Qing: He is crazy, walking up and down on the balcony, did he send you a message?

Ran Qing: He left.

Ran Qing: He didn't go far, but came back again. As soon as he entered the door, he rummaged through your drawer for paintings, but was thrown out by Xiao Xiao.

Mao Fei saw the picture in his head, Zhile, he replied "Thank you", and clicked on Zhuang Qiang's message.

Zhuang Qiang: Mao Fei!What about the things you promise to give to others?How can you say nothing?

There are several long sentences with question marks and exclamation marks in the back, Mao Fei is too lazy to read, so he exits and deletes this chat directly.

There is also news from Xia Xiaoxiao: What oil painting made such a big commotion, come back and show me?

Mao Fei was in a good mood: Here, here, here, I'll show you right away when I get back.

The phone is put away, and it is already ten o'clock in the evening. If Zhu Ming's girlfriend is more impatient and chases after her for a birthday gift as soon as the clock ticks, wouldn't the development of the plot be more exciting.

Mao Fei plucked the strings casually, wanting to take advantage of labor and capital, and the idea was too beautiful!

Back at the bar, Mao Fei looked towards the window, it was empty, the man and his teacher Song were gone, only the waiter was cleaning up, he said "Ah", "Finally left, it's so hot that I'm about to get prickly heat .”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to take off his beard. It was so thick, and he felt a lot more comfortable when he took it off. Then he went to untie the tie of the cloak. He was clumsy, and the loose buckle was torn into a tight knot by him. Help: "Help me quickly."

Pei Li was bored playing tablet games without raising his head: "Good boy, do it yourself."

"I can't open it," Mao Fei buried his chin, "I can't see it, it's too tight."

Pei Li ignored him at all.

The more anxious Mao Fei was, the more anxious he was, the guitar was still hanging on his chest, and he had to take off the cloak before he could untie the guitar. He called out: "Little Brother Pei, hey, don't watch the game, look at me .”

Pei Li laughed, paused the game, raised his head, then lowered his head, and continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Mao Fei was so anxious that his blood boiled, and his face was red: "You, you, you, you have to give me a pair of scissors!"

The scissors did not come, casting a shadow.

"I'll help you."

Following the familiar voice, Mao Fei raised his head and saw Zhuang Zhou putting his coat on the high chair.

Mao Fei fell silent. After a moment of stupefaction, he looked towards the door. He didn't see his teacher Song, and then asked with a sigh of relief, "Why are you back again? Where's the person with you?"

"He went back, and it was boring for him to win the game all the time."

Zhuang Zhou was a head taller than Mao Fei, and he thought about it: "You raise your face, or you sit on a chair."

"Oh." Mao Fei groped for the chair with his backhand, sat on it with his buttocks pouted, feeling a little short, then raised his chin again, and presented the knot he couldn't untie to Zhuang Zhou.

A few seconds passed, feeling a little subtle.

The time seems to have become extraordinarily long, and the surroundings are quiet. The group of people who came in for entertainment while singing "Little Star" has left at some point, and there is only soothing pure music flowing in the whole bar.

Mao Fei turned his head to look at Pei Li to distract his attention, but it was a pity that Pei Li was too cunning, no matter how he looked at it, Pei Li only rewarded him with a brain.

There was a mouthful of saliva on the back of his tongue, and Mao Fei didn't dare to swallow it. The man was very close to him, and his fingertips almost touched his skin. He was afraid that the rolling of his Adam's apple would create an indescribable atmosphere.

Fortunately, when the goosebumps were about to spread, the man in front of him stood up straight: "Okay."

Mao Fei hurriedly took off his cloak and guitar: "Thank you."

Zhuang Zhou said, "It's all right."

"Then...then why are you back?"

"A bottle of Black Label for one song, three bottles for three songs, I'll pay the bill."

Mao Fei was in a hurry: "I was joking, didn't I say I was joking?"

Pei Li, who has always been airy, is also anxious: "Sorry sir, the black cards are sold out, only little Lafite."

"You black shop is such a murderer!" Mao Fei rolled up the cloak and pushed it towards Pei Li, "I was joking with him, you be careful that I will report you to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau!"

Pei Li was shocked and said: "Hey boy, give me your elbow back!"

Zhuang Zhou took out his wallet: "Then three bottles of Lafite."

Mao Fei opened his eyes wide, is this person being taken advantage of: "Hey! Are you drunk?"

Zhuang Zhou asked, "Are you really joking?"

Mao Fei nodded again and again: "Of course it is true. I originally wanted to persuade you not to come up and sing, and wanted you to change the punishment. Who knew you were so rushing."

After teasing enough, Zhuang Zhou confessed, "I came back to look for you."

Pei Li watched Zhuang Zhou put his wallet back into his pocket, he couldn't help it, he interrupted the two of them and said to Mao Fei: "You can go to the street tonight, there is no rest room for you to spend the night."

Double shock.

In contrast, the problem of sleeping is more important, Mao Fei does not believe that Pei Li is unreasonable: "Little Brother Pei!"

Pei Li picked up the tablet, leaving him with a ruthless back.

The smiles in Zhuang Zhou's eyes were about to overflow. He saw that Mao Fei was still wearing a Christmas hat, his face was flushed, and the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat, which shone thinly. He said, "Take off the hat when it's hot." Alright."

Mao Fei was quite hot, with a mild fever and all this fuss, so he grabbed his hat and rubbed it in his hand, and asked, "Are you coming back to find me?"

"Well, a phone number, or add a WeChat, is that okay?"

"Why? Are you making an appointment to sing together next time?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled: "Alright."

Mao Feicai didn't believe him.

Everyone is an adult, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, what kind of ghosts they have in their hearts, they are all tacit, and the contact information is just a secret signal for dating.

Moreover, Mao Fei has always believed that it is wise to wait until the appointment is over. If you feel very good, it is not too late to ask for contact information.

Seeing that he was silent and not in a hurry, Zhuang Zhou changed the question: "Are you going to live on the street tonight?"

Mao Fei glanced at him: "It's not to stop you from being taken advantage of."

"Then I invite you to stay in a hotel."

"Why? Going to sing K in the hotel?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed.

Pei Li came back again and threw the cloak back to Mao Fei: "Go and change."

Seeing that he was serious, Mao Fei said aggrievedly, "Little Brother Pei."

Pei Li scolded him: "Little Lafite."

Mao Fei was very angry, and said to him: "Stingy."

He ran back to the lounge to change out of his bright red outfit, and then sat cross-legged on the sofa and sent a message: Brother, do you really not want to take me in?

Pei Li replied: Take it, give him three bottles of Lafite.

Mao Fei choked: I never knew you were so greedy for money!

Pei Li: Lafite is not young.

Mao Fei jumped up: Look at whether he brushes or not!

After waiting for a few seconds in random guessing, Mao Fei received a reply: Open a bottle, come out and taste it?

Mao Fei laughed angrily, saying that the two of them were willing to fight and suffer, and he was struggling in the middle to obstruct it, which seemed like a bad guy who spoiled the fun!

Mao Fei put on his boots, why didn't he try the Lafite he got from singing!

It's a pity that when Mao Fei returned to the bar angrily, there was a bottle of pure milk in front of him.

Facing the questioning, Pei Li looked like he was not being beaten: "Since when did I say it was Lafite?"

OK, I really didn’t say anything.

Mao Fei realized that he had been played miserably: "Boss Pei, you are a cunning social person."

Then he got angry at Zhuang Zhou: "You're still laughing!"

The coat returned to Zhuang Zhou's arms, and he still said the same words: "Is it okay?"

Mao Fei squinted at him, and the arrogant flame was turned into a wisp of smoke by these three words, and he felt himself shaking, more than a little.

I thought tonight would be a miserable night, but in the end, this man turned a dry well into a spring pool.