Dude, your wig fell off

Just like what Lin Ruoxue said, An He has "no problem" with girls, and he has had a few girlfriends, but since... An He didn't continue to recall, anyway, he is more interested in men than girls now.

After seeing Hei Changzhi at the boiling point that day, he had been thinking about it for a few days, and in those few days, if Hei Changzhi hadn’t reappeared in front of him in such a cool way today, he would have already forgotten about this very handsome girl who plays drums up.

But today's feeling is a bit different from that day at Boiling Point. An He stood on the steps and watched Hei Changzhi park the Bombardier in the parking space of the bar slowly, then walked towards the steps, and they all walked up Oh boy, he didn't figure out what was the difference.

Maybe it's because I didn't wear a mask today?Or are the lights brighter than that day?

Hei Changzhi is very beautiful, somewhat beyond An He's expectations.

And it wasn't until Hei Changzhi's gaze met him that he came back to his senses, this is Ye Ge, is this girl here to join in the fun or...

He didn't turn his eyes away, and when he met Hei Changzhi, he saw a smile, with an indistinct mockery in his eyes and around the corner of his mouth.

He didn't mind, hooked the corners of his mouth, and returned a smile.

Hei Changzhi turned around and walked up the steps to enter Yege.

After An He went in, he didn't see the long straight figure. The dim light and the high-decibel music made him dizzy for a moment.

When she found the table that Lin Ruoxue had reserved, Lin Ruoxue was puffing out cigarettes in a competition with Song Zhibin, sitting beside a pretty girl.

"Come on, let me introduce you, Tie Zi, An He." Lin Ruoxue patted the girl's arm, pointed at An He with a smile, "Brother."

"He...he, Brother He," the girl said for a long time, and finally laughed out of embarrassment, "My name is Li Ting."

"Don't haha, just follow them and call me An Zi." An He smiled and sat down, then turned his head and looked around.

"Anzi, let me ask you something." Sitting across from him, Liu Jiang yelled at An He, "My nephew is going to high school next semester. He wants to go to your 18th middle school and wants to choose a class. Does your school have one?" Can a better head teacher recommend me one?"

An He pointed to himself: "Me."

"You're going to take the first year of high school next year! I'm serious!" Liu Jiang patted the table.

"You told me to be serious in Yege..." An He took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette, "Call me tomorrow."

"Row."

When An He looked around for the third time, Lin Ruoxue pulled his arm: "Hey hey."

"What are you doing?" An He took a sip from his glass.

"What are you looking at? Did you find the target when you came in?" Lin Ruoxue asked with a smile.

"No," An He leaned closer to her ear, "I was looking at the drummer when I came in."

"Really?" Lin Ruoxue immediately leaned over and looked around, "Come in?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? You still have someone with you," An He smiled and glanced at Li Ting who was chatting loudly with Liu Jiang and the others, "And she may not be here when she comes."

"I said I'm not interested in people who are taller than me," Lin Ruoxue clicked her tongue, and after a while she started laughing again, overjoyed, "I'm mourning for you. It's so easy for a girl who is tempted to meet you at Yege. up."

An He smiled and said nothing.

"Forget it, don't be depressed, just comfort yourself," Lin Ruoxue picked up her cup and shook it in front of his eyes, "Anyway, you prefer men, don't you?"

"Yeah." An He took the cup and touched her.

man?

He suddenly felt what was the different feeling when he saw Hei Changzhi before.

Black long straight is very beautiful.

Also very handsome.

That's right, handsome, this kind of handsomeness does not belong to women.

Sometimes An He also thinks that Lin Ruoxue is handsome, but that is the kind of handsome girl in his bones.

The light suddenly went dark and interrupted An He's messy thoughts. The stage was illuminated by staggered spotlights. Three men in thongs and boots wriggled onto the stage with the music, and started pulling the steel pipes on the stage. Dance, provocative with every movement.

An He looked at it for a while, and then looked at Liu Jiang and Song Zhibin. They all wanted to see the girl's thighs and breasts, and they were actually very excited to watch.

One of the dancers was not bad, An He thought it looked pleasing to the eye, that person pulled the pole around, and when he touched his body with his hand, An He took out a cigarette and lit another.

Just after taking a sip, a tired voice came from behind, calling him at length: "An—he——"

An He's hands trembled, the cigarette almost fell on his pants, he didn't turn his head, the sound could be heard in Ye Ge.Lin Ruoxue turned her head and smiled behind him, and also raised her voice: "Little-ju-zi-"

"Sister Ruoxue, can you call me by the wrong name?" The person who came behind sat down on the sofa next to An He.

This person's name is Cheng Mo, and he is Yege's account manager. He is young, but he has been working here for many years. Some familiar customers call him Xiaochengzi, but Lin Ruoxue insists on calling him Xiaochengzi.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you here," Cheng Mo stuck to An He's ear and said with a smile, took a sip from his cup, and looked at Liu Jiang, "You friends are new, your head come back?"

"Well," An He smiled, "You have to drink two glasses."

"That's a must," Cheng Mo waved to the waiter behind him, "Get the wine!"

Cheng Mo is very good at drinking, and quite good at making trouble. Liu Jiang originally wanted to fight him, but in half an hour he was teased and teased until his tongue rolled.

"Brother, Hehe," Cheng Mo took the bottle and sat back beside An He, leaned on him, and poured a glass of wine, "Your friend is no good, let's come."

An He didn't say much, he took the cup and drank it all up, and he couldn't push Cheng Mo to drink, so it would save him from making trouble with himself: "You are quite free today."

"What a waste!" Cheng Mo also drank the wine, pinched An He's waist, "I have a lot of acquaintances today, and I only stayed here when I saw you..."

An He smiled silently, touched Cheng Mo's leg, and wanted to ask him several times if he knew Hei Changzhi, but in the end he still didn't speak.

Cheng Mo quarreled with them for almost an hour, and then asked someone to bring wine to this table, and then got up and went to other places. It takes an hour to get all down.

He moved his arms, stretched his legs and lay half on the sofa. The program changed on the stage, and he began to pull up the guests to make a fuss. The stage and the audience shouted together.

After watching for a while, he pulled his clothes and stood up, told a few people who were watching and shouting and laughing to go to the toilet, and squeezed into the crowd to go to the toilet.

There were people all around, but the light was too dim, he never saw Hei Changzhi again, and he was scratched twice on the buttocks halfway through, quite hard, as if he was practicing kung fu, he couldn't tell who it was when he turned his head caught.

In the corridor going to the toilet, there were fewer people and the voice was much quieter. An He let out a long sigh of relief. Only now did he feel that he was dizzy. He had just been drunk by Cheng Mo , I’ve been sitting there, I don’t feel the noise around me, but now that my side is empty, I feel my feet shaking a bit.

He went to the toilet, intending to wash his face.

Going around the two men who were leaning against the wall next to the toilet, and just about to go into the men's toilet, a person came out head-on, and he almost bumped into him with his head down.

An He took a step back and was about to say sorry, but was stunned when he looked up.

He looked at the sign in front of him, and it was indeed the men's toilet.

Hei Chang ignored him, brushed past him, and walked to the other end of the corridor.

There is a fire door on the other side of the corridor. After going out, it takes two turns to get to the street. Generally, people who are not familiar with bars will not go out from there.

An He supported the wall, turned around and followed quickly without hesitation, and called out behind Hei Changzhi: "Hey."

Hei Changzhi stopped, turned his head and looked at him with no expression on his face.

"You..." An He opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say. His expression was the same as when he was facing the buddy who delivered flowers at the back door of the boiling point that day, so indifferent that it made people feel stressed.

"I've seen your performance," An He thought for a while, and when he spoke, he felt that his tongue was a little too big, and he had to control the speed of his speech, "At the boiling point...you play the drums very well, can you ask for a phone call? Is it?"

Hei Chang stared at him for a long time, turned his head and opened the fire door, and said as he walked in, "Thank you."

This thank you was said casually and in a low voice, but it made An He stunned.

The voice is not deep, but a little hoarse, with a sexy magnetism.

It couldn't be the girl's voice.

An He suddenly felt that his previous messy guesses seemed to be clear.

Hei Changzhi had already opened the door and entered the fire escape, and he was walking very fast. When An He chased him in, there was no one in sight.

"Wait!" An He shouted, ran two steps and turned around the corner, trying to grab the man's arm.

The man frowned and looked back, raised his arm, avoiding An He's hand.

An He was very dizzy, and he was not accurate when he grabbed it. After the grab was empty, he couldn't stand still. In order to maintain his balance, he fished again in the air, and his fingers caught the man's long black hair.

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, he just wanted to pull his arm, but didn't want to pull his hair.

But the fingers didn't slip out of the hair in time, instead they were hooked towards him.

"Isn't that right..." An He only finished halfway through his apology before he couldn't make another sound. He was stunned for a while before adding another sentence, "Handsome, you... your wig fell off."

He tore the beautiful long black hair off his head, revealing the black hairnet.

wig?

An He never expected such a scene to happen, and he suddenly felt like laughing when the wig he was still holding was taken away, so he leaned against the wall and started laughing: "Damn, you are really a man ..."

The man didn't speak, his eyes were cold. After staring at An He for a long time, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked on his stomach.

An He suddenly felt a huge pain spreading all over his body, and bent down while clutching his stomach.

Before he could recover, the man's elbow had already hit him hard on the back.

These two strikes were very heavy, An He was already dizzy after drinking, but after these two strokes, a black flower inlaid with gold flashed in front of his eyes, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, and slowly fell forward.

"But you are too unprofessional," An He said with his forehead on the ground, gritted his teeth while panting, "at least it's a puff, it's so... flat!"

The man kicked An He in the ribs, and the pain made An He gritted his teeth and was speechless.

The man knelt down beside him, grabbed his arm and turned him over, face down and arched.

An He frowned, his eyes were blurred, and in the dizziness and pain that he couldn't get past for a long time, he saw that the man tore off the hairnet on his head, and a few strands of hair hung on his forehead.

"Does it hurt?" The man reached out and squeezed An He's chin, looking at him seriously.

An He didn't speak, he couldn't speak, and every time he took a breath, there was an unbearable pain from his ribs.

"Want my phone?" The man smiled, stretched out his hand to touch An He, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, lowered his head and pressed the phone a few times, then put the phone back, and took a picture Patted his face, "If you are not dead, call me tomorrow to seek revenge."

It's pretty nice to smile, An He closed his eyes, he was a little sleepy.

He could feel the man standing up, staying beside him for a while, and then stepping over him, the sound of footsteps fading away.

The surroundings became quiet and the pain seemed to disappear.

An He slept very deeply this time, and had a bunch of dreams, and he didn't know what they were all in a mess.

When he woke up, he couldn't open his eyes, the sunlight coming in from the window filled the room, he pulled the quilt over his head.

Just when he was about to turn over and continue to sleep on his stomach, he suddenly felt pain all over his body, and the pain made him unable to continue after halfway through turning over.

Then I felt a headache and throbbing pain in my temples.

Drink too much?An He thought in a daze.

He seldom gets drunk when he drinks alcohol, and he seldom gets a headache the next day when he's drunk, and it's even rarer to have a pain like this.

He lay down under the quilt with his eyes closed, and slowly woke up after a few minutes, but what happened last night was still a bit confusing, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Hei Changzhi is a man.

He ripped off his beautiful wig.

The hair net on the head is really like a nun.

So he was kicked.

I don't know why he still has to talk about chest flatness.

So he got kicked again.

Then fell asleep?

An He lifted the quilt, opened his eyes after adapting to the sunshine in the room, and confirmed that this was his bedroom.

He couldn't remember what happened later, he sat up slowly, saw a piece of paper on the bedside table, and took a look at it.

You fell in the passageway at the back door of Yege. You were drunk or you were beaten. The reason is unknown. We stripped you and checked you. There are bruises, but no wounds or fractures. You are still in good shape. Wake up and call us.

The signature is Lin Ruoxue.

An He smiled at the message, his ribs were throbbing and hurting a bit, he lifted his clothes and looked, a bruise continued from his left rib to his stomach, stood up and looked at the mirror with his back, his back was also bruised .

After he went to college, he never fought again, nor was he beaten up. It's been a long time since he was beaten up like running 5000 meters after three years of training.

Even more rarely, An He felt that he was not particularly angry.

Gritting his teeth and taking a shower, he felt a lot more comfortable. After calling the small shop in the neighborhood to deliver him a piece of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, An He turned on the stereo, took his mobile phone and sat on the sofa.

There is a newly saved mobile phone number in the phone book, marked with the name of the person who beat you.

An He clicked Edit and changed the name to - wig.

If you are not dead, call me tomorrow to seek revenge.

These words floated in his mind, the voice was arrogant and sexy.

An He pinched the phone and turned it in his hand, do you want to make this call?

If this person is really a girl, he may not be interested in making this call. Of course, it is unlikely that he will be beaten up by a girl like this.

But now it's a man.

The owner of the shop brought him porridge and an extra set of dumplings.

After An He ate all the porridge and dumplings slowly, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number.

wig calling...

It rang several times, and someone answered the phone over there: "Hello."

An He immediately recognized the voice, and had to say that this man's voice was pretty good.

"Do you know who I am?" An He asked after taking a cup of coffee from the coffee machine and drinking it slowly.

The tone of the person over there was very cold: "Is the bone broken?"

"No." Anhe said.

"Then you don't need to seek revenge, just go back to sleep." The meaning over there seemed to be that she was about to hang up the phone.

An He smiled, and asked unhurriedly: "What do you look like without makeup?"

There was silence for a while before answering: "Want to see?"

"Ah."

"Come and see."

"The fact that the bones are not broken does not mean that I am not injured." An He slowly closed the curtains in the room. The sunlight was very good, but he was not used to letting the sunlight fill the room, so he felt inexplicably insecure.

"I can't go away," the voice over there remained unchanged, "I need to review."

An He was stunned, student?

An He didn't speak, he was not interested in students, and would think of the group of half-grown children in his class.

"Come or not?" The voice over there suddenly changed, from plain to ordinary asking.

This voice tickled An He's heart, and he sat on the sofa: "Which school do you have?"

The name of the school was reported over there: "Branch campus, on the North Third Ring Road."

An He was stunned, he knew this school, it was a very common junior college, but their branch campus was quite famous...

He couldn't help asking, "What's your major?"

"Funeral."