Tender trapping

"Did you make these fruit plates?"

A drunken young man was leaning on the sofa, his cheeks were flushed from drinking, even if he looked decent, sitting so slumped did not give a good impression.

But the men and women around him didn't seem to be able to tell, and they still brought wine glasses to his mouth.

The man pushed the wine glass away from his mouth, looked at Ran Xu with a serious face, and tapped his fingers on the table: "I'm asking you, did you make the fruit plate?"

This is a typical case of drinking too much and making trouble. The manager apologized and poked Ran Xu's waist with his elbow in the dark. The latter sighed and nodded, "It's me."

"Hey, Mr. Feng, our Xiao Xu is new here, and he is still a student who is not very sensible. Don't bother with him." The manager stood in front of Ran Xu, smiling all over his face.

This man surnamed Feng must be a frequent visitor here.

"I didn't ask you, I asked him!" Feng Shenghao got angry, frowned and dragged the manager aside, and met Ran Xu's eyes, stared at him up and down for a long time without saying a word.

Ran Xu was taken aback by him, so he couldn't help asking again: "Sir, what's wrong with the fruit plate?"

"Where's the rabbit?"

"what?"

"Let me ask you, where is the rabbit? Wasn't there a rabbit in the fruit plate that was delivered at the beginning, why did I spend money to buy it later but it disappeared?"

Ran Xu laughed.

The men and women around also realized what was going on, kept holding Feng Shenghao with a smile, and quickly changed the subject to him to dance on the dance floor, which meant don't care about whether a rabbit is a rabbit or not with a part-time student.

But Feng Shenghao acted like he was possessed by a demon, he pulled Ran Xu by his clothes and brought him to him: "Don't pretend you don't understand, let me tell you... Hiccup, where is the rabbit?"

"I carved the one earlier by myself, and it wasn't included in the fruit plate." Ran Xu told the truth, avoiding Feng Shenghao's hand.

"Come on, then I'll add money to you! You can do it for me here now..."

Feng Shenghao was really blunt, he took a few pink bills out of his wallet and put them on the table, spreading his hands, which meant to let Ran Xu figure it out.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Ran Xu looked to the manager for help, but the manager also looked helpless, trying to smooth things over: "Why don't you stay here with Young Master Feng first, Xiao Xu, and I'll find someone to replace you in the back kitchen."

The manager had already spoken, so Ran Xu naturally wouldn't say anything more.

He dragged his legs and walked to the edge of the booth, brought over the fruit plate, found a knife, sat down and began to carefully fiddle with the cherry tomatoes in his hand.

Ran Xu is not worried about what Feng is doing here, after all, he is not going to do anything to a small waiter in the public, and besides, this Mr. Feng is full of tender jade and fragrance, and he must treat men No interest either.

In fact, it is not a hard job to sit here and carve some gadgets, but Feng Shenghao couldn't stop his mouth, and kept asking in Ran Xu's ear, asking him what happened to his legs, and asking this again. The rabbit's approach is not his own original creation.

In short, Ran Xu got a headache when he heard it, and after finishing his perfunctory answer, he was ridiculed by the men and women around him.

They didn't care too much about Ran Xu being strangers to them, and it was offensive when they asked him. At one point they asked him how the life of a cripple was different from that of a normal person, and at another point they asked him if he was so good-looking. Many customers in the nightclub have taken a fancy to it, whether it has ever appeared on stage or not.

Ran Xutong pretended not to hear, and focused on the cherry tomatoes in his hand.

When Zhuo Wenlang came in, he immediately saw the familiar figure from the back, with his thin shoulders tucked in, surrounded by the crowd, looking pitiful.

The man stood for a while near the outfield, thoughtful.

After a while, he walked to the back of the booth and called Ran Xu's name.

"Mr. Zhuo?!" As if someone caught him doing something bad, Ran Xu's eyes widened, looking at Zhuo Wenlang who suddenly appeared in disbelief, his brain was like a computer with a sudden blue screen. connection is lost.

He didn't know why he felt ashamed at this moment, but logically speaking, Ran Xu was only helping out in the back kitchen here, and if Feng Shenghao hadn't made a fuss today, he wouldn't have appeared in front of the guests.

But he just couldn't raise his head to look directly into Zhuo Wenlang's eyes, the knife accidentally scratched his thumb, and there was a sharp pain, he quickly hid his hand under the table, hoping not to cause additional trouble.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wenlang's appearance quickly caught Feng Shenghao's attention. With a face flushed red by alcohol, he stood up, tongue tied: "Zhuo, Young Master Zhuo..."

Zhuo Wenlang raised the corners of his mouth calmly, and interrupted Feng Shenghao: "Mr. Feng, what are you doing? There are so many girls who are not enough to accompany you, and you even asked a child to sit here and carve rabbits for you."

His eyes flicked across the table, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw several rows of plump cherry tomato rabbits on the fruit plate.

Feng Shenghao is also a "battle-tested" old fritter, even if his head is still soaked in alcohol, he immediately understands that Zhuo Wenlang knows this little boy like a rabbit.

His eyes wandered between the two of them for a while, then he smiled clearly, and immediately followed Ran Xu's address, deliberately raising his voice: "Mr. Ah!" He looked at Zhuo Wenlang teasingly.

However, because his back was facing Ran Xu, the boy sitting behind him was still completely out of the situation.

Zhuo Wenlang patted Feng on the shoulder, then turned to look at Ran Xu.

The light was very dim, and the ball of light swayed back and forth, giving people a strange sense of vertigo.

Ran Xu didn't know if Zhuo Wenlang saw his injured finger, but kept hiding in a darker place.

The last time we met, Zhuo Wenlang said that he looked very good... Now, he must be extremely disappointed.

However, to Ran Xu's surprise, Zhuo Wenlang didn't show any disgust on his face, he just looked at Ran Xu gently and asked, "Are you still working part-time?"

The tone was so normal that it seemed that the place where Ran Xu worked was not a nightclub, but a bookstore, a flower shop, or any place that matched "beautiful".

"Yes." Ran Xu replied, he took a deep breath, looked up at Zhuo Wenlang, "Does Mr. Zhuo want to talk about something? Then I won't bother you."

He turned around and placed a large plate of "Round Rabbit" in front of Feng Shenghao: "Sir, if there are no other questions, I'll go back to the kitchen first."

Feng Shenghao's teeth were sore from Zhuo Wenlang's attack, and seeing this large row of cherry tomatoes, he could almost taste the sour taste in his mouth, and regretted that he was looking for trouble for nothing.

The wine sobered up more than half.

"Wait." Zhuo Wenlang called to stop Ran Xu, and dragged him to the manager.

The manager's expression was quite constipated, and he thought that luckily he treated Ran Xu pretty well on weekdays, and it made sense with his conscience.

"Are you the manager here?" Zhuo Wenlang adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"……Yes."

"Then can you lend me this little friend to take out for one night, and the absenteeism fee will be counted..." He paused, and his finger fell on Feng Shenghao's side, "Let's count it on Mr. Feng's account, is that okay?"

"Yes, please." The manager nodded his head, wishing he could wrap up Ran Xu and hand it to Zhuo Wenlang.

When he walked out of the minority, Ran Xu was still in a kind of subtle dizziness, the loud and deafening electronic music was left behind him, and there was a vast expanse of white snow outside.

Snowing.

This is the city's first snow of the year.

Snowflakes fell on the tip of Ran Xu's nose one after another. He followed Zhuo Wenlang with one foot deep and the other shallow. He couldn't recover for a long time.

Thinking is like fragments after drunkenness, piecemeal, pieced together with incomplete information.

Zhuo Wenlang should have come here to find Feng Shenghao, but before the two of them could even say a few words, he brought himself out again.

"Mr. Zhuo, where are we going now?"

Zhuo Wenlang stopped and turned to look at him.

The man seemed to be dressed more formally than usual today, a winter formal suit with a dark woolen overcoat.He glanced at the goose-feather snowflakes at the street lamp, took off the gray scarf he was wearing, hung it carefully around Ran Xu's neck, and bent down to look at him.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.