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Anyway, Song Qiyou regretted it, and when he agreed, Yu Su would choose such an "unscrupulous" place for the party, and even helped to recruit Sheng Zhiwu.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order to care for Sheng Zhiwu, a college roommate and ten-year friend who had to endure the festive season alone since childhood, Song Qiyou discussed with Shi Yusu, who had the same prefix, and called Sheng Zhiwu out for three days. People get together so that he will not be lonely and cold on the full moon night, and he can't hold back his grief and howl on the balcony to scare people.

"In order to avoid" is Shi Yusu's masterpiece, a big designer with an overly wealthy family who loves to hate people in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling lottery. Smile again.

The invitation call didn't go through, Shi Yusu let go of his hand: "I don't know where to go."

The mobile phone fell on the sofa and flicked a little far away, Song Qiyou smiled and took over the important task of calling friends: "Let me call."

Song Qiyou has already arrived at the bar recommended by Shi Yusu—Mistletoe—and met Shi Yusu.He originally wanted to go to a coffee shop, or a KTV.Hearing the name of the bar is beautiful, much fresher than the name of the bar near the school where he announced his straightforward desires when he was studying for a Ph. D. in the United States. On the opposite side of Su, he didn't realize that he had neglected the most important point——

It is afternoon.

The bar has two floors. On the first floor, there are flat rectangular windows on the wall close to the ceiling, and the room is full of brilliance through sunlight.Song Qiyou worked hard and made phone calls one after another, and obsessively ensured that the time difference between every two calls was roughly equal, but no one answered.

"Leave him alone." Shi Yusu "tsk" dissatisfiedly, "If you break your hand, you will know how to hit it back with your chin on the screen. You continue to talk about yourself."

Song Qiyou got the order, and didn't hear the mechanical female voice finish saying "sorry", so he caught a cold and continued to chat with Shi Yusu about his recent research.Two years ago, after graduating with a Ph.D. in physics, he returned to his alma mater, S University, to teach. During the two years, his research results were outstanding. Some time ago, he was promoted as an associate professor without any delay. Now that he met his old friend, he felt the excitement of being recognized.

"It's quite pleasing. I've been thinking recently that maybe the more I study it, the more fascinating it becomes..."

Yu Su didn't know if Song Qiyou's research field was fascinating or not. He thought the boy who just passed by was very attractive.When Song Qiyou talked about the topic he was working on more and more impassionedly, he snapped his fingers to the busy waiter.

The enthusiasm that was about to go crazy withered in response to the sound of snapping fingers, and Song Qiyou's flagging enthusiasm was completely extinguished after a fair and clean boy sat on Shi Yusu's lap without twitching.

He reacted belatedly: it was getting dark.

Song Qiyou knew that this flamboyant roommate was an old hand in the field of romance, and he was non-committal about it.It's just that the topic quickly changed from the science he loves to the three customs he is not good at, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Now, it was completely dark, and the bar was full of strange lights.After Sheng Zhiwu arrived for a while, he seemed to be in some trouble, Shi Yusu enlightened him, and at the end of the enlightenment he started to tease flamboyantly, and people in strange clothes all looked over.

Even a wooden man couldn't bear those curious and passionate eyes, Song Qiyou embarrassedly reminded Shi Yusu to restrain himself, but Shi Yusu whistled even more recklessly.Just wanting to hang a sign to show that he didn't know the flamboyant body sitting across from him, Song Qiyou stiffly looked away.

There is no place to look away for a while, the noisy band on the stage, the entangled body on the dance floor, nothing is cuter than his literature.He was melancholy deceived by the refreshing bar name, and when his eyes stumbled and fell on the white dress by the bar not far away, he looked like a child who had run away from home and found a safe place.

In fact, it can't be considered "white". The lights in the bar are of various colors, and the white dress is flashed into seven colors.But what attracted Song Qiyou was the pattern on the skirt: a blue dress with gorgeous blush and rouge, water sleeves covering half of his face, still hesitating to speak, his delicate body leaning slightly, but the skirt is fluffy.

Aha...?

In the chaotic lighting, half of the pattern is out of imagination, but the attraction is real.Among a group of people wearing revealing leather jackets and leather pants, there appeared a girl who covered her neck and ankles, and wore a long skirt that could sing in a second with a flick of her sleeves, like an outlier that appeared out of nowhere in the usual data.Song Qiyou, who was visually fatigued, was stimulated and couldn't move his eyes away to see the girl standing quietly.

The girl's face can't be seen clearly, it should be Zhang's handsome face, otherwise there won't be a steady stream of people trying to strike up a conversation.It's just that the girls don't seem to have the willingness to chat or dance together, and the person who strikes up a conversation always walks away alone after a while.

When the tenth person walked towards the girl, Song Qiyou couldn't help inviting his friends to explore the New World together, and raised his jaw: "Look at that girl!"

Sheng Zhiwu chewed on the mooncake and looked in the direction Song Qiyou instructed.Shi Yusu was lazily leaning on the sofa, as if he could predict who he was referring to: "Is it the one in the white dress?"

"you recognize?"

Shi Yusu sneered: "It's not just acquaintance, I was born in the same mother's womb as him!"

Song Qiyou was stunned.Sheng Zhiwu choked on a mouthful of mooncakes, he reacted and asked amusedly: "Just your younger brother who read the book and didn't want to work, and blindly speculated in stocks and doubled his principal? What's it called... clock?"

They all knew that Shi Yusu had a younger brother, even the origin of his name.When Shi's father and mother were young, they were obsessed with showing affection. When Shi's mother was surnamed Su, the two sons used one as "Yu" and the other as "Zhong", one for "knowing" and the other for "love".

It's just that Zhong Su felt that his name was too ugly. When he was in junior high school, the young master got angry and insisted on changing his name.The son is more important than the name, and the clock Su becomes the clock.

They have also heard of clock's standard rich second generation deeds. As Sheng Zhiwu said, he went to the United States to study for a bachelor's degree if he didn't want to take the college entrance examination, and used his family's money to speculate in stocks if he didn't want to work. It's just that there are truths and lies in these stories.

Song Qiyou knew that reading American books was true, not only true, but also the same school that clock read and himself.At that time, Yu Su made a phone call from overseas, asking him to take care of the clock, but his answer was still there, when Yu Su called again and said, forget it, he is hypocritical and doesn't like to see strangers.

Song Qiyou didn't know that it was a lie to make a lot of money by speculating in stocks. After all, when the joke spread, Shi Yusu didn't correct it.The stocks are really speculative, and luck is also really good, but the young master Shi is not greedy. He buys the stock on the first day and the next day.However, the principal investment is too much, and the money he earns this time is beyond the reach of many people in a lifetime, and the rumors spread indiscriminately.

But these true and false are insignificant in front of "women's clothing".Song Qiyou's brain crashed, and when he was listening in a daze, Yu Su replied indifferently: "It's him. I'm just a younger brother." He even said a hooligan: "Do you have two?"

Shocked by Shi Yusu's shameless jokes about his own brother, Song Qiyou snapped back to his senses and asked an overly clichéd question: "He...why is he wearing a skirt?"

"He likes it. It's fine if he likes it." Shi Yusu shrugged, "I forgot to say that he opened this bar just for the convenience of him wearing a little ragged skirt."

So Song Qiyou, who is very active and mainly has nothing to do, Googled terms such as "transvestism" and "fetishism", and read a few relevant literature that looked decent.He saw some unflattering comments from the society, and suddenly admired the clock—although this appreciation may sometimes be compared to the label of Su's younger brother:

This boy dared to face his own heart and the criticism around him.

After approaching science, Song Qiyou struggled from the shock and self-doubt of "I didn't recognize it as a boy at all", looked at the clock carefully for a while, further strengthened the decision in his heart, and evaluated from an aesthetic point of view, "It's so beautiful", Also curious: Why do you like to wear skirts?

Why does he like to wear skirts? This is no longer a problem in Zhong Zhong's eyes. Since the first time he dreamed of wearing a skirt with others, he has more and more skirts in his closet.

When he first saw the wet bed sheets, he was really panicked and ashamed, but he learned about "transvestites" through the Internet, and knew that there were people like him. Although 99 of the [-] related links were derogatory to "perverts", only one Expressing support and understanding, he still let himself go as his secret emotions were satisfied.

After a brief shock, Shifu and Shimu didn't readily accept it.They felt sorry for the youngest son, and always felt that his eccentric personality was due to his own neglect of parenting.So as long as his request does not endanger the society or break the law, they will be satisfied, and then earnestly advise a few words, don't go out of line.

For the first time, Clock felt that it was good to be a weirdo.

He gradually realized that people like him had circles, but at that time, he had other things buried in his heart, and his father and mother protected him too well, so he never really stepped into that chaos.Up to now, he has opened a bar that can make more money with the money he earned from speculating in random stocks, and watched sensuality every night, but he never thought of joining this decadence.

No matter how exquisitely and charmingly he was dressed, he just leaned against the bar in a daze, and then declined invitations one by one.

But tonight was a bit different. Not long after the bar opened, it ushered in the guest he most longed for.

The temperament of that person is incompatible with the surroundings. If there are eight shames around, he is eight honors. In the next second, he will stand up and criticize "Are you worthy of the nine-year compulsory education you have received?"

The clock ticked in his head and found it funny. Many regular guests were keenly aware that the boss was in a good mood today, and took a chance to invite him to drink or dance again.Clock is really in a good mood, so although he refused as usual, he chatted with those who hit the wall a few more times than usual.

"The song isn't hot enough? It's useless to tell me... Go talk to the band about changing it... Report my name..."

"Don't dance... I can't dance today... Hahaha, no, I still can't do it in the future... Hey, change the subject..."

"If you don't talk, you rush forward, if you talk, you don't like to listen...don't listen if you don't like to listen..."

"Okay, the night is so good, what are you fussing about, the drink fee is free..."

Some people were flattered, while others were driven away by the teasing words.The clock didn't care, and he was sweet in his heart.He only felt the gaze of one person, although it gradually became gentle for some reason, but the first few moments were undoubtedly scorching and full of curiosity.

He also lovingly captures fleeting moments of desire.

How wonderful, from the first two ends of the stairs, I have always been watching him by myself, and today I can be watched by him for a long time, the night outside the small window looks clearer, and the moonlight is bright.

How good.

Clock slightly raised his head, humming along with the wild band in the center of the bar, thinking happily and crazily: Song Qiyou, are you finally hooked?