bereavement

The most inspirational time for Xie Qin to write lyrics in a day is at sunset and dusk. He leans on the guardrail, smoking a cigarette and looking at the sky.

The afterglow faded away, the sun hid in the back of Xishan, and the sky gradually became gloomy.

Before going to work in the bar, he finally wrote his first original rap completely.

The creative process was random and intermittent. Xie Qin only continued to write when he was inspired occasionally. It took about two months from the first sentence to the end.

Today was the weekend, the bar was full of customers, Xie Qin was so busy that he didn't stop for a rest all night, a rich second generation celebrated his birthday, he spent [-] at once, and the supervisor was so happy that he couldn't find him.

"Ding dong, ding dong," a little boy knocked on the bar, showing his canine teeth and said with a smile, "Brother, I want some wine."

Xie Qin tilted his head and exhaled a circle of smoke, and glanced at him, "How did you get in?"

This kid looks like a junior high school student, under the age of 16, they are not allowed to enter the bar.

"Don't be mean to me," the boy pouted, his voice sounded obedient and soft, "I didn't sneak in here, I'm 17 years old."

Xie Qin snorted, with a cold attitude. How old he is is none of his business anyway.

"Brother can teach me how to order wine." The boy lay on the bar and looked at Xie Qin: "It's my first time to come to the bar."

"Are you yourself?"

"Yeah, I came here by myself." The boy smiled shyly.

"Soft drinks are enough," Xie Qin said, "Tea, orange juice, Coke Sprite, choose one."

The boy stared at him with big eyes without blinking, "Why do I have to drink soft drinks when I come alone?"

"It's not safe to get drunk."

"Is there any milk?" the boy asked.

"Have."

Xie Qin became a little impatient.

"Then give me a glass of milk." The boy whispered.

Xie Qin quickly brought up the milk, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and lit another cigarette.

"elder brother."

Xie Qin didn't respond.

"Brother, can I have another cup, this kind of drink is not good."

Xie Qin looked up at the boy, his eyes seemed to say: Are you joking with me?

"...It's really not good."

"What to change?"

The boy's eyes were curved into two with a smile, and he looked up at Xie Qin: "You can drink brother's milk."

Xie Qin gave his hand a cigarette.

He raised his head and looked at the boy for two seconds, then said lazily with half-closed eyes: "You're underage and breaking the law, brother."

"not bad?"

Facing him, Xie Qin silently said a word:

roll.

The boy's face collapsed all of a sudden, he pursed his lips as if he was going to cry, and stared at Xie Qin for several minutes, but before he could regret it, he drank the whole glass of milk in one go, and left angrily.

After Xie Qin got off work, he opened WeChat and looked at it. It was still empty, so he sent another friend request without hesitation.

Feng Liguang hadn't woken up yet when he got home, but he had already made breakfast for him, and it was steaming on the table. Xie Qin pressed his movements to control the noise, closed the door quietly, and changed his clothes quietly, without waking anyone up.

He changed into a black vest, sat on the ground with his legs spread apart, saved the song he wrote last night into his phone, and then changed the lyrics while auditioning.

Xie Qin turned on his mobile phone to record and sing a few times. He didn't pad the beat, but it wasn't awkward to listen to. It may be because the timbre gave him a lot of points. He opened his mouth with a smoky voice, with a lazy and hoarse ending.

He picked out the recording with the most stable performance and sent it as a contribution to a radio station that he had listened to for more than two years. After stretching, he was about to turn off his phone for dinner when a WeChat reminder popped up on the screen:

The other party has been successfully added as a friend.

The corners of Xie Qin's mouth turned up, the arc was very small and shallow, but he could still see his happiness at this moment.

The other party didn't send a message, Xie Qin clicked into the circle of friends to check, and there were not many daily posts.

Jiang Yanyu only sends work-related messages on his personal WeChat, which are all business circle news, financial reports, stock market and the like, and he does not disclose his life status to the outside world.

Xie Qin found it boring, turned off the phone and threw it aside, and ate.

His current schedule is still upside down, he goes to work in the middle of the night and sleeps during the day, but he has improved in terms of eating. Feng Liguang cooks delicious food, and Xie Qin has changed from one meal every three days to two meals a day, and he has gained a lot of weight.After he is ready to gain his ideal weight, he will work out and regain his muscles.

When he was sixteen or seventeen and adolescence, Xie Qin was still a muscular man with six-pack abs, and could make little girls fight because of him. In the past two years, Jiang Yanyu has been squeezing his yang energy, making him as thin as if he had a kidney deficiency.

Feng Liguang didn't remind Xie Qin to get up, he overslept right away, and arrived at the bar half an hour late for work.

The supervisor verbally criticized him a few words, but fortunately he didn't deduct his salary. Xie Qin came out after changing his clothes and saw a boy lying on the bar.

The unweaned brat last night.

The little kid is no taller than 1 meters tall. He raised the bar chair to the highest level, dangled his feet that couldn't reach the ground, and swayed his head from side to side in the crook of his arms. He looked very bored.

Xie Qin had a hunch that he was waiting for him, and as soon as he walked over, the little boy immediately raised his head to look at him, waved his hands and smiled at him, his two canine teeth were shining white.

"Brother, why are you late?"

"Traffic jam." Xie Qin said perfunctorily.

The little boy nodded and said oh, he opened his mouth just as he was about to make a sound, when there was a customer ordering wine at the bar, Xie Qin turned his head to work, and his eyes hung on him for less than a second.

To be honest, Xie Qin didn't have any feeling for this type, he couldn't react at all to his delicate body and soft voice.

The little boy obediently waited for a while, but Xie Qin never finished his work. He couldn't bear it and quietly left the bar to go to the dance floor to dance.

In a place like the dance floor, it’s unbearable to be distracted, hot and unbearable. People are crowded and touched close to the body. It is common to be raped in the chaos. If you are disgusted, stop it. If you like the thrill, you can enjoy it. It’s up to you, no one will force you to fight Move your feet.

The boy's ass was pinched from behind, he turned around, pursed his lips and said in a milky voice, "What are you doing?"

"Let my brother rub it," the man moved closer to him, "Don't run, be obedient."

The boy didn't move any more, and asked, "Can't you get in?"

"I'll just go in and I won't move," the man laughed lowly, lying on his ear and blowing: "I just won't cum inside."

The boy's cheeks were flushed, and he turned around and pushed his shoulder, cursing a stinky hooligan.

The man laughed, and said in a vague way: "The stinky rascal is going to squat you outside, don't come out."

After speaking, he whistled at him and walked backwards.

The boy hesitated a little and turned to look at the bar.

Xie Qin was smoking, his eyes were slackened as if he was about to fall asleep, he pursed his lips and thought about it for a while, then gritted his teeth, and ran away to find a man at the entrance of the bar.

Xie Qin was so sleepy that he drooped his head, the cigarette in his hand burned a lot of ash, the phone rang suddenly, he took it over to look at it, and was stunned.

Jiang Yan wanted to send him a WeChat message.

is a question mark.

Xie Qin's brain suddenly brightened up, and he was a little flustered.

Jiang Yanyu was asking about his identity, but he didn't know how to make up any fake persona. Jiang Yanyu, who pretended to be a rich second generation, could see through it at a glance.

Xie Qin looked at the indifferent question mark on the screen, took a breath of cigarettes to calm down, and sent the message to the other party like a broken jar:

-Hello

―Is there a film?