Dude, your wig fell off

This band is called Birdman, probably not the bar's resident band, An He has never seen this band before when he came to Boiling Point.

But judging by Lin Ruoxue's reaction, it wasn't the first time she had watched Birdman's performance.

The band sang two songs without a pause. The lead singer had a very good voice. When he roared and shouted high notes, people could feel that the surrounding was suddenly empty, as if standing in a deserted city.

An He likes this feeling.

But after the two songs were finished, An He didn't know what the lead singer looked like, let alone the guitar, bass and keyboard next to him. He focused all his attention on the drummer.

Hei Changzhi kept staring at the drum, and the other members of the band watched the screaming crowd get excited, she never raised her eyelids.

The drumsticks are like a part of her body, whether they pass through the air or land on the drum surface, they look smooth and beautiful, coupled with the aura of being flattered by no one else, so that An He's eyes did not leave for several songs over the range of the drum kit.

It's not that I haven't seen the female drummer An He before, but it's the first time I've seen An He play the drums so handsomely, making people want to follow the rhythm with their breathing and heartbeat.

The band basically didn't speak, and there was no pause. After singing a few songs in a row, An He didn't even catch a word of the lyrics. When he saw the bar staff began to move things down the stage, he came back to his senses and took Putting on his coat, he hugged Lin Ruoxue and asked in her ear, "What's the drummer's name?"

"May I ask for you?" Lin Ruoxue took a sip of wine, looked at him and smiled, "Did you like it?"

"I don't know yet, let me ask myself." An He stood up and walked towards the back door of the bar. He saw that the band members had all gone there.

"Anzi hasn't taken the initiative to attack girls for a long time..." Song Zhibin shouted with a smile from behind.

Is it?An He smiled and didn't look back.

When we squeezed through the excited crowd to the back door, the band members had disappeared, and there was only a couple leaning against the wall and kissing passionately by the back door.

It was probably because people kept passing by, and the buddy whose hot kisses were interrupted all the time looked at An He somewhat depressedly.

"Continue." An He nodded at him, pushed open the heavy back door and chased him out.

As soon as he went out, he was slapped by the oncoming old north wind in the middle of the night, and Angel pulled his coat.

There were not many people outside the door, passing a few people who came out to breathe, there was someone standing on the side of the road with a guitar on his back, probably a member of the band.

After walking two steps there, he saw Hei Changzhi standing next to a motorcycle and preparing to step on the back seat.

The street lights were much brighter than the lights in the bar. An He stared at Hei Changzhi's face, but unfortunately the mask was still covering his face. Apart from seeing Hei Changzhi's eyes more clearly and his height similar to his own by visual inspection, there was no change. big gain.

When he was thinking about how to go up and ask for a name call, a person rushed past him with the wind.

An He was stunned when he saw the man clearly, the big bouquet of roses in the man's hand was very eye-catching.

But this attitude startled An He, and the band members were probably also scared. They all looked at this buddy, and it took a long time before someone asked, "What are you doing?"

"I come here every day, and I bring flowers every day, just thinking that I can run into you again." The man looked very excited, and leaned towards Hei Changzhi.

Hei Changzhi couldn't see the expression, and took a step back. Someone quickly reached out and pressed the man's shoulder: "Stand there and talk."

"We are so destined, I have waited for you on Singles' Day!" The man waved the flowers in his hand, and two roses fell out, "I like you very much! I hope you can accept the flowers!"

Several people in the band laughed, with a deep meaning in their smiles, An He didn't see why they were laughing like that, only saw that Hei Changzhi didn't respond all the time, his eyes were as indifferent as if the person in front of him was a piece of air.

After being silent for 2 minutes, An He felt that he was so cold that he wanted to turn his head back to the bar, Hei Changzhi finally moved, stepped on the motorcycle, then turned his head, and stretched out his hand to the man, probably Ready to take his flowers.

When the buddy saw it, he felt like he was taking drugs and trembling a little. He held the flowers in both hands and passed them over. An He felt that he could kneel down in seconds.

When Hei Changzhi's hand touched the flowers, the buddy said excitedly: "If you are willing to accept my flowers, then be my girlfriend!"

Hei Changzhi's hand that was about to take the flower stopped in the air, and two members of the band didn't hold back, turned their faces away and let out a laugh, a little uncontrollably.

The buddy was a little dazed by the laughter, but he repeated "be my girlfriend" persistently. An He was anxious for him when he heard it. Is this person an idiot?

Hei Chang didn't make a sound, he used one finger to pull the flower bouquet in front of the buddy's face aside, after he raised his face, he pointed his middle finger at his face, a black ring on his hand shine.

Before the buddy could react, the motorcycle roared and rushed out, disappearing at the intersection a few seconds later.

An He returned to the bar, the performance was still going on, someone was playing guitar and singing on the stage, An He didn't feel anything, compared with Birdman's performance, it was about the same level as the school's New Year's Day party.

"Ask?" Song Zhibin asked when he saw him, and handed him a glass of wine.

"No." An He took the wine glass and took a sip, remembering the cold eyes and raised middle finger just now, if the buddy presenting flowers hadn't preempted him, he might not know what would happen to him.

"And the number you want to come?" Liu Jiang kept laughing, "This girl is awesome."

"I said An Zi," Song Zhibin tapped the root and handed it to An He, "Have you seen what the person looks like? He is wearing a mask. If you really need a phone call, what should you do if you are scared when you meet again? Which beauty would Cover your face."

"Personality," Lin Ruoxue pointed to a few people, "Your ordinary people won't understand."

"Look and see," Liu Jiang was immediately amused, and took an almond and smashed An He's body, "Did An Zi see that this girl will be given to Lin Damei."

An He smiled, turned to look at Lin Ruoxue, Lin Ruoxue waved her hand: "No, I hate people who are taller than me."

"It's quite tall." An He said.

In fact, An He was not very interested in a girl with such a stature in flat boots, and besides, Hei Changzhi was so black that he didn't see her figure clearly.

The reason why he wanted to chase him out to ask for a phone call was simply because of his inexplicable aura.

Having had enough trouble at the bar, An He took a taxi home, and it was almost three o'clock when he got home. He was so sleepy, he returned to the bedroom after washing up, and quickly stripped himself into bed.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was not turned off when he went out, the room was very warm, and he fell asleep within 2 minutes of lying down.

The next day I slept until the afternoon before being woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone.

An He picked up Lin Ruoxue's call and let out a dazed feed.

"I have a question for you." Lin Ruoxue said straight away, without saying hello.

"Ask." An He turned over and lay on the pillow.

"After sleeping, are you still interested in that girl?"

An He opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed, but his brain could already function, last night in the dim and staggered lights, it seemed that there was only one person in the whole world, and a figure focused on drumming passed before his eyes.

"Generally, a little bit, what's the matter?"

"You really don't need me to ask for you?" Lin Ruoxue thought for a while, and her tone became very sincere, "Anzi, you have no problem with women, you just...don't try?"

"A man and a woman are standing in front of me at the same time, I will definitely choose the man," An He sighed softly, lifted the quilt and sat up, "It's not like you don't know."

Lin Ruoxue didn't make a sound.

"I'll take care of it myself, don't worry about it." An He stood up and opened the curtains. He knew what Lin Ruoxue wanted to say. She hadn't contacted her family since she came out. After her fiery personality and smile, she remained depressed for many years.

For two days on the weekend, An He didn't go out, and ordered takeaway for meals.

Originally wanted to go home and have a look, but when he called his mother, he heard the sound of his mother smoking a cigarette on the phone and the sound of rubbing numbness beside him, and he immediately dismissed this idea.

"You should smoke less." An He sighed.

"Didn't you go out to play today?" Mom didn't answer his words, and slapped the cards, "If you don't go out, come over and transfer my luck for me. I've lost all these two days."

"No time," An He frowned, "I have a public class next week, so I need to prepare."

"Then I hung up, and I made a wrong card later." My mother hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

An He threw the phone on the sofa, turned on the computer and started watching movies. In addition to pornographic movies, there are many movies in his computer.

When he doesn't go out, he usually watches movies in his hut, and listens to music to sleep when he's tired.

The movies are all horror movies, or they are gloomy and depressing dark ones. An He will feel depressed every time he finishes watching them, but he will continue to watch them next time. watch.

However, this state of sinking to the bottom of the whole person will disappear when the alarm clock wakes up on Monday morning.

On Monday morning, he has four classes, which are very full. In the morning, there are flag raising and morning meetings. By the end of the afternoon, he has returned to his normal rhythm, always smiling, and seems to be able to handle everything with ease. Teacher An.

In the last class in the afternoon, Zhang Lin's father arrived at the school.

This was the first time An He saw Zhang Lin's father, a middle-aged man with an impatient face.

"Mr. An, you don't have to tell me what Zhang Lin has done," he sat opposite An He, looking very angry, "I know what kind of thing I have raised, I am too busy on business trips this time, It's too late to clean him up!"

"Zhang Lin has a good personality," An He smiled, and said in a leisurely manner, "He is loyal, enthusiastic, and popular."

Zhang Lin's father was obviously taken aback, as if he didn't hear his words clearly.

After seeing Zhang Lin's father, An He decided not to tell him about Zhang Lin's absenteeism for the time being.

"Boys at this age want to save face, don't obey, and are a little impetuous. But if they can have a good chat and communicate patiently, they can still be listened to." An He looked at him, and the tone of the second half of the sentence increased. This kind of parents is not uncommon. They don't ignore their children, but they are completely out of the same channel with their children.

"Affirming his strengths is more effective than holding on to his faults." An He didn't know how much Zhang Lin's father could understand these words, but he still said it patiently.

After chatting for half an hour, An He had no words. Zhang Lin's father still looked at him in a daze. An He was a little helpless, so he could only summarize: "Brother Zhang, Zhang Lin has a lot of problems, but they are nothing. The big deal is that parents need to communicate with him more.”

Zhang Lin's father nodded, not sure if he understood.

After he walked out of the office, An He leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh, poured himself a cup of hot water, and started sorting out the courseware for Wednesday's public class in front of his notebook.

After a few minutes, the monitor of their class rushed into the office, and the little girl blushed: "Mr. An, go and see, Zhang Lin's father has come to our class and said he is going to kill Zhang Lin." !"

"Hey!" An He couldn't help shouting, jumped up and ran to the classroom.

As soon as I arrived on the first floor, I heard the noise on the second floor. Zhang Lin's father's roar and the teacher's persuasive voice in class next to him were mixed together. I couldn't hear what they were shouting.

An He ran up to the second floor, the front and back doors of their class were closed, Zhang Lin's father was kicking the door, the students in the class were holding the door inside, and the female teachers of the two next-door classes outside were frowning and pulling. If it was not open, students from the other three classes on the second floor crowded into the corridor to watch the excitement.

"I didn't feel comfortable beating you yesterday, did I?" Zhang Lin's father yelled, "You hide! Make me ashamed!"

An He got a little angry, rushed over and grabbed his arm and pulled him back severely, throwing him from the door onto the corridor guardrail.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Lin's father yelled at An He.

"What are you doing?" An He suppressed his anger, "What I just told you was for nothing?"

"I don't understand those advanced things! I knew this kid would be dishonest if he didn't fight! Don't let anyone stop me!"

"His back is full of blood marks, how do you want to hit him!" A girl in the classroom yelled in a shrill voice.

"I beat my son, what's the matter with you little brats!" Zhang Lin's father said and planned to kick the door again.

An He pushed his chest, frowned, and his voice sank: "How dare you touch my student?"

"I can beat my son if I want!"

"Okay," An He nodded, then knocked on the classroom door, "Open the door."

The student holding the door inside hesitated for a few seconds and opened the door, but there were still a bunch of people blocking the door.

"You have a try." An He looked at Zhang Lin's father and pushed up his sleeve, revealing a long scar on his left arm.

Zhang Lin's father glared at him: "Threat me?"

"You caused trouble at school, I didn't call the police to save face." An He replied calmly.

"Troubleshooting? I'll educate my son! The teacher is amazing, the teacher can threaten the parents! Let the parents control the children!"

"Then you fight." An He took a step back.

Zhang Lin's father was stunned. Seeing that he had no intention of entering the classroom, the two female teachers quickly took advantage of this opportunity to come up and pull him away.

After Zhang Lin's father went down the stairs cursing, he was rushed to the office by the director of politics and education. An He waved at the students blocking the door: "Okay, everyone go back to their seats, are you still excited?"

"Boss An, you are so handsome." A student said.

"Thank you," An He stood at the door of the classroom, and saw Zhang Lin sitting on his seat with his head bowed, "Zhang Lin come out."

Zhang Lin followed An He downstairs dejectedly. An He didn't go back to the office, but took Zhang Lin to the stands beside the playground and sat down.

"Thank you," Zhang Lin said, "Will Zhou Papi trouble you?"

Zhou Bapi is the director of political education, and all the students feel weak when they see him.

"I don't know," An He lit a cigarette and drank it, "How can you thank me?"

Zhang Lin was stunned, then raised his head: "Say it."

"It's too late for the midterm exam," An He looked at him, "Let's take the final exam. It doesn't take much. If you do it, if your dad touches you again, I'll beat you back. I didn't say anything, and you don't want to thank me for this."

Zhang Lin didn't make a sound, and An He didn't speak any more. He finished smoking in silence, stood up, turned around and left.

"Okay." Zhang Lin said behind him.

"Then I'll wait."

An Heche had just arrived at the entrance of the community, and when he was swiping his card with a fly swatter, his phone rang, and he put on his earphones to answer the call.

The call was made by Director Zhou. Without any extra words, he just talked about the afternoon's affairs: "Xiao An, you are too impulsive about this matter today. I always think you are a very calm person. Why did you handle this matter so badly today? appropriate."

"I know," An He found a parking space and parked the car, pinched the center of his eyebrows, "I will pay attention in the future, I will go to Zhang Lin's house for a home visit in the next two days."

"Well, then I won't say much. You need to communicate well with Zhang Lin's father, and you still need to pay attention to the way you speak when facing students' parents."

"Ok."

An He didn't get out of the car after hanging up the phone, put down the window, lit a cigarette and leaned on the car seat.

He was a little impulsive today, but it wasn't just as simple as talking so much to Zhang Lin's father, and then he turned around and went to the classroom to beat someone.

Zhang Lin's father's attitude towards Zhang Lin caused him to be pulled into the memory for a moment, those feelings that he had clearly not been aware of but had been with him all the time.

Simple and rude beatings and scolding, or ignoring them indifferently, facing parents is like facing a wall that can never get the expected response.

He was indeed a little out of control.

"Hey——" An He pinched his cigarette, jumped out of the car, and stood in the cold wind for a while to let himself stop thinking about it. Let's go home tomorrow.

After Singles' Day, An He never went out at night. After winter, he became a little lazy, as if he was going to hibernate, and he just wanted to curl up on the sofa every day.

Occasionally, he would feel lonely at night. An He couldn't tell whether the loneliness was due to his body or his mind, but his solution was the same. He watched a movie, solved it manually, and then went to bed.

Liu Jiang was keen on hooking up for a while, and he even introduced to An He this simple and easy way to get what he needs and not owe each other, but An He has never tried it, and he feels that he probably still has a clue in this regard strangled.

In fact, the main thing is that I feel bored.

Lin Ruoxue is also lonely, her way of fighting against loneliness is different from An He, she will choose to call these friends out for a party.

"Come out to get together on Christmas Eve and go to Yege." Lin Ruoxue called An He.

"Ye Ge?" An He confirmed again, Ye Ge is Gay, they rarely go to parties.

"Yege, I told them all, no objection, it's still ten o'clock."

"Row."

An He was not late this time, he didn't want to drink those three glasses of wine, so he arrived at the door of Yege a few minutes before ten o'clock.

Ye Ge usually has a lot of people, but today on Christmas Eve, there are even more people, and there are many people waiting for friends outside the door, and they will pay attention to everyone who appears.

But when everyone at the door cast their gazes at the same time and did not turn away, An He was still stunned.

Just as he was about to look down to see if he was in a hurry to go out, he heard the roar of a motorcycle engine behind him, and immediately realized that these people were looking behind him.

He turned his head back, and the steps he wanted to take up the steps stopped when he raised his head.

Behind him is a golden Bombardier that has just stopped and has not turned off.

It was the first time he saw this kind of three-wheeled motorcycle on the street, which he thought was only suitable for acting.

And when the people in the car got off, the leather pants and boots that wrapped their legs made An He quickly raise his eyes and look up. Sure enough, he saw some familiar long black hair.

Hei Changzhi didn't wear a mask today, showing his entire face.