Bohemia

Yan Huan walked into this bar at sunset and stepped into another bizarre world.

He passed through layers of crowds and tried his best to squeeze in.A little girl was kissing her little boyfriend. When Yan Huan passed by, he lowered his head and happened to see the little girl's lipstick printed on the corner of the boy's lips.

"Look at what?" the little girl said disdainfully.

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows and ignored her.

As soon as he came in, his ears were bad and he couldn't hear. The atmosphere in the bar always made Yan Huan feel that this group of people would die suddenly when daylight came. If it wasn't like this, how could they waste so much energy everything?

"What would you like to drink, handsome?" the bartender behind the bar asked with a smile.

"Coke." Yan Huan said absently.

"Pfft." The bartender covered his mouth and widened his eyes, "How about I buy you a bottle at the supermarket opposite."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Huan said.

The bartender is young, has a lot of tricks, is well-dressed, and looks a little refined.He glanced at Yan Huan, lowered his head and said, "Forget it, be serious, it's so boring to come to the bar to drink carbonated drinks."

Yan Huan smiled, two small dimples appeared on his face, he didn't mean to drink Coke seriously, so he said: "Then, choose the one you are best at."

"Coast?" the bartender asked for his opinion.

"Okay." Yan Huan said.

The bartender was skilled and made the wine beautifully. Yan Huan took a sip and the taste was okay. The bartender asked again, "Did you come from somewhere else?"

"Huh?" Yan Huan was taken aback for a moment, "Yes."

"Where? North? South?" the bartender looked at him with interest.

"My ancestral home is Hong Kong." Yan Huan said slowly and authentically.

The bartender made a surprised expression and said, "Not like that."

"Where does he look like?" Yan Huan asked.

"It's not from Hong Kong anyway." The bartender said, "You speak Mandarin very well."

"Well, I'm too rustic." Yan Huan said.

His words seemed to have hit the bartender, and he immediately retorted: "Oh, you are stupid? This really frustrates me. Look at how many people look at you as soon as you walk in."

Under the light, Yan Huan smiled harmlessly and casually said, "Look at me, look at what I do."

"It's beautiful." The bartender blinked, "People have an instinct to be beautiful."

"Fuck." Yan Huan looked at him, "Are you a bartender or a philosopher?"

"A philosopher who knows how to mix." The bartender said proudly.

Although Yan Huan doesn't like to chat very much, but it is rare to meet a talkative bartender, so he can't help but chat with him a few more words.Anyway... being idle is idle, and after leaving this bar, I don't know when I will be able to talk to others again.

Under the light, Yan Huan propped his chin with his hand, leaned closer to the bar, opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to seriously remember the bartender's appearance.The bartender took a step back, as if he didn't dare to get too close to Yan Huan.

How many people does he meet every day, there are many beautiful young boys, but Yan Huan's style is like a dangerous little leopard, which makes him feel a little dangerous.

The bartender said solemnly: "Seriously, are you passing by? I have never seen your temperament in the free shipping area."

Yan Huan laughed out loud, and felt that the bartender was very unscrupulous, he said: "I have a fart temperament."

"You don't even know what I want to do..." He touched the cup with his fingertips and asked.

"What do you want to do?" the bartender smiled.

"An appointment with you." Yan Huan also laughed, "Is it possible?"

"No." The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was joking, "I don't have any money."

"cut."

"Who's rich? Can you see that?" the bartender asked.

Yan Huan looked behind him, turned around, and said, "I see, the man in the second row behind me, did you see it?"

The bartender was very interested: "Where is it? Let me see."

"That, the one with an unhealthy hairline." Yan Huan said while biting the straw.

"Well, I see." The bartender's eyes are sharp enough to see it at a glance.

"Look at his watch and his clothes, they are all high-end goods." Yan Huan said.

The bartender looked over and commented: "A middle-aged man with a successful career, a little greasy, but still edible, just a little arrogant."

"It's not arrogance, it's fear." Yan Huan corrected.

"Afraid? What's so scary?" The bartender raised his eyebrows.

Yan Huan smiled and said: "All his friends want to play with girls, but he is the only one who wants to have sex with men. Do you think he is not afraid?"

"I don't believe it, how did you see it?" The bartender thought he was bragging.

Yan Huan turned his body sideways and narrowed his eyes, "Look again, the girl walking past on the left, D cup, real tits, he didn't even look at it, just stared at the little boy's ass."

The bartender also observed for a while, and as Yan Huan said, he said, "Oh, hello... Really, you are amazing."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Yan Huan said.

But the bartender still didn't understand, it was a pity, and said: "What's wrong? He's the only one? I said handsome guy, you should have some confidence in yourself if you look like this."

Yan Huan shook his head, and said, "It's nothing to be hot and not good enough. If I really control my appearance, wouldn't it be better if I fuck myself in front of the mirror?"

The bartender doubted his ears a little, and after a while, he said, "Brother, you dare to say anything."

"That's right for you." Yan Huan came again.

"Okay, stop shooting hormones at me, I can't bear it." The bartender covered his eyes and said.

"I'm going." Yan Huan stopped teasing him, and drank the rest of the wine in one go, leaving only an empty glass.

"Immortal dance?" the bartender asked from behind.

"Don't speak so harshly." Yan Huan said softly, his eyes filled with the instinct of a predator.

Immortals have to "prescribe the right medicine" for this kind of thing.You can't think of anything else, even if others take off their clothes and walk on the street, they won't be able to fool you.Yan Huan is a good player, but he accepts as soon as he sees a deal. He just intends to cheat some money for travel expenses and milk. At worst, he has to drink a glass of wine before talking.He was dressed very well tonight, he specially chose a white turtleneck sweater, at first glance he looked very well-behaved, but when he looked closely, his eyes were that of a little boy who grew up soaked in desire.

Yan Huan is not sure if the middle-aged man likes him, but it doesn't hurt to give it a try.

"Hi." Yan Huan walked over and sat beside the man very naturally.

The man seemed to be taken aback by him, as if he accidentally bit his tongue, "You... good."

"Good evening, are you alone?" Yan Huan asked.

The man shook his head, looking into his eyes a little fascinated.

"Oh, where is your friend? Don't you want to play?" Yan Huan laughed again.

"I'm... still, okay." The man raised his head, his breathing was a little rough.

It wasn't the first time he came here, but he had never met a young boy who took the initiative to strike up a conversation.The flickering lights in the bar illuminated Yan Huan's eyebrows and eyes, which made him a little unconsciously nervous.

"Then let me play with you." Yan Huan was very natural, "It's just... I don't have any money, why don't you buy me a drink?"

"Okay." The man breathed a sigh of relief, it's just wine, he can afford it.

Yan Huan lowered his head and smiled, and didn't drink much. He turned his face to the side intentionally or unintentionally, and asked some simple questions pretending to be curious.The middle-aged man was not good at words, Yan Huan asked him questions on his own initiative, and he would do his best to answer what he could answer.

"Really?" Yan Huan listened carefully, "That's amazing."

After the two chatted for a while, the middle-aged man really relaxed a lot.As Yan Huan expected, he is an executive of a certain foreign company. He comes from a wealthy family. He was married and divorced.

Yan Huan took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "What about the baby? Are you just following his mother?"

The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed, nodded, and said, "Well, in Canada."

"Canada." Yan Huan said, "I like the maple leaves there. I know there is a kind of fudge that is very similar in color to the maple leaves."

"Yes, is it...? I rarely eat sugar."

"Yes." Yan Huan moved closer to the man's ear, "It just so happens that I have it in my pocket, do you want to eat it?"

The middle-aged man was drunk a lot by Yan Huan while he was talking, and he deliberately seduced him so much that the man's hand that was originally on his knee was a little eager to try.

"Here." Yan Huan took the initiative to hold his hand, put it on his knee, and then slowly moved all the way up, stopping at the pocket of his jeans, "Did you touch it?"

Middle-aged man: "..."

"I..." The other party licked his lips and looked at Yan Huan suspiciously.

Yan Huan looked into his eyes and said, "Let's go?"

I can't understand the hint here, unless it is abnormal.

Although the middle-aged man hesitated, the hormones took control of him first. He stood up and Yan Huan looked at him.

"Okay... I... I..."

"hello."

The uninvited guest came at this time.

Both Yan Huan and the man were taken aback for a moment, and a person appeared from nowhere.

Yan Huan was still sitting on the sofa, and the man stood in front of him, smiling innocently, "Are you leaving? Let's play for a while."

If Yan Huan is only good-looking, then this man is probably astonished.He has a darker profile than ordinary people, fair skin, a small face, and a straight nose.From a certain angle, it looks like the kind of male model in the pictorial who does nothing and pretends to be cool quietly.

Mix... blood?

Yan Huan tilted his head, not sure what he meant.

The man knew him well, introduced himself, and said, "My name is Xie Xiunan."

"Oh, hello..." the middle-aged man said.

Xie Xiunan's long legs were straight, and he wore a pair of dark blue low-rise jeans, and low-cut black leather boots on his feet, which were very clean.Yan Huan looked at his coat, and a large area was inadvertently exposed at the neckline. He didn't even wear a sweater in winter, but a white T-shirt inside.

The subsequent development not only far exceeded Yan Huan's cognition, but also touched his blind spot of knowledge.

Obviously he worked hard for a long time, but after that man saw Xie Xiunan coming to strike up a conversation, he didn't fucking leave!

Hold.

what the hell? !

Yan Huan didn't show it on his face, but he was cursing wildly in his heart.

Xie Xiunan chatted with the middle-aged man for a while, and his smile could be said to be "chattering". The two of them were like a life-and-death love that had been separated for many years. After a few glasses of wine, it was you and me.

Yan Huan actually became a background board.

"Hey." The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed it, and looked at Yan Huan a little embarrassedly.

Xie Xiunan said, "Shall we play something else?"

"What?" Yan Huan asked.

Xie Xiunan didn't speak, and pointed to the passionate woman on the stage with a smile.

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows, "You jump?"

Xie Xiunan made a surprised expression and said, "You don't know?"

In the end Yan Huan still lost, and Mensao lost to Ming Zhuosao.

The middle-aged man also drank too much, and he was a little swollen at this time, and said to Yan Huan: "Add... Add a WeChat."

Yan Huan raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and said with a smirk, "No, I wish you a good time tonight."

"Ah ha ha……"

Xie Xiunan lowered his head obediently, and let the middle-aged man hold his shoulders. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at Yan Huan. He raised his chin slightly and said to him silently: "Thank you .”

Thank you mom.

The smug look almost overflowed.He, Yan Huan, has lived so long, even though he has been struggling in this colorful world for a long time, he still has never seen such a shameless person.

Yan Huan was so angry that his internal organs were hurting, and he just felt that what kind of world is going on now, if he catches a girl, he can still meet someone who can dance in striptease.He couldn't help tugging at his collar, lost all mood, and turned back to the talkative bartender.

The bartender bent over with a smile, leaned on the bar counter, said with sparkling eyes, "That guy is so pretty."

"Good-looking? Good-looking is good for a bird." Yan Huan said.

The bartender glanced at him, poured him a glass of water, and said, "That's not what you said just now."

"What did I just say?" Yan Huan looked at him.

"Calm down." The bartender said calmly.

What is he mad about?Yan Huan froze for a moment, feeling a little absurd.There is no way to do this, in the final analysis, I am not as skilled as others and not showy enough.

"Being cut off for the first time? Or is it the first time to be compared?" The bartender didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"None." Yan Huan said.

"That is……?"

"It's the first time someone cut off his beard, and he was also provoked." Yan Huan said blankly, "I wish that bastard will explode tonight."

"You know he's down here?" The bartender looked at him with interest.

Yan Huan said with a bit of malice: "Just kidding, he looks like that and isn't below? It's too wasteful."

The bartender said: "There is nothing to waste, only what is appropriate."

Yan Huan shrugged and turned to leave, leaving only one sentence: "Philosopher."

The bartender shouted from behind: "Slow down handsome guy, can I see you tomorrow?"

"No, never see you again!" Yan Huan turned around again, frowning.

"Then...do you still have a chance in the next life?" The bartender looked at him with a smile.

"In the next life, who wants to be a human again in the next life?"

After Yan Huan finished speaking, he stepped into the lonely night again.