mountains and deep sea

When the first winter snow fell in 2016, Paris was drowned in snow, the street lamps on the banks of the Seine reflected the feet, and crystal snowflakes floated in the yellow halo. His eyes reflected the rows of street lights passing by in the distant streets. In the cold wind, Paris was shrouded in a piece of silence.

Unlike the quietness on the street, there are large and small bars all over the street. LaFrange is an ordinary one hidden in the street.Different from the romance of the city of Paris, this bar in the deep streets and alleys is more like the youth and madness of Berlin.

Loud music and cheers, wine glasses shaking in the hands, the air is mixed with the smell of perfume and cigarettes, and the lights of various colors are swaying overhead, shaking the hearts of the people on the dance floor.

Fu Wensheng sat alone in the corner, holding the vodka glass weakly with his slender fingers, leaning his head lazily against the wall on one side, his eyes were slightly drunk, and he glanced at the audience with an indescribable indifference, Then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he sneered and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Suddenly, there was an excited shout on the dance floor, followed by boos and applause. Fu Wensheng looked over, but because of the crowds there, he couldn't see anything.

He clicked his tongue lightly, stood up with his hands on the table, and stepped on the chair. Before the people around him could react, he had already stood up.

The field of vision widened in an instant, and Fu Wensheng saw the people in the middle of the dance floor at a glance.

He froze for a moment, and narrowed his eyes with interest.

LaFrange's dance floor is different, and two poles are specially set up. If guests are interested, no matter they are men or women, they can go up and have fun.

Just like now, the barefoot man holding the steel pipe is a man with a Chinese face. In the eyes of Fu Wensheng at this moment, he is... a very beautiful man.Even though the lights were dim, Fu Wensheng still felt that the man was very delicate, and even the girls present were probably three points inferior.

The man's brows and eyes were soft, probably because he was drunk, the end of his eyes were red, and there was a trace of charm that did not violate harmony. At this moment, he deliberately patrolled around with provocative shuttles, leaving a place full of affection.In the freezing weather, he was wearing a thin white shirt with the collar unbuttoned, revealing a fair and slender neck.

beautiful, alluring.

Fu Wensheng subconsciously licked his inner teeth.

The man held the steel pipe tightly with both hands, and looked slightly away, and then it fell on Fu Wensheng who was standing on a high place.

When "Lady Marmalade" sounded, the man relied on the strength of his arms to lift his feet off the ground and spun up and down.

The surroundings were full of applause. The man curled up his legs along the rhythm amidst the noise and faintly heard music. Suddenly, with the strength of his waist and arms, he opened his legs and tightened his insteps, outlining two beautiful lines. arc.The rhythm of the music changed in an instant. The man held the pipe in one hand, threw himself high, hooked his left leg to the steel pipe, straightened his right leg, and rotated his body in one direction.

The hem of the white shirt fluttered, the lower waistline was clear, and the faintly visible muscles were tight and firm. They clamored ambiguously in this psychedelic brilliance, and won the shouts of everyone around them.

But Fu Wensheng didn't care about this. He looked straight into the eyes of the person in midair. There was no emotion in those dark eyes. In such a passionate environment created by himself, he seemed to be He didn't take it seriously at all, and even had a little disdain for the presumptuous booing of the people around him.

In such an ambiguous situation, Fu Wensheng figured out something interesting.

When the excitement dissipated, Fu Wensheng still remembered that person's appearance, but it was too late when he realized it and wanted to find him again.

He took his coat, refused the waiter's hand to help him, and staggered away from the noisy crowd.His head was heavy from drinking, his footsteps were weak, but his eyes were not dazzled, and he saw the person at the end of the deep corridor at a glance.

The man was half leaning against the wall, his collar was still open, and a cigarette that was about to burn to the end was held between his pretty fingers.He raised his head slightly, and raised his neck, and the dim light outlined a cold arc from his forehead.

Fu Wensheng paused, put one hand on the wall, and just looked at that person for a long time.

The man seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned his head around, looking sideways at Fu Wensheng.

The two stood in this dark and deep corridor silently looking at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, Fu Wensheng smiled lightly, leaned on the wall and walked up to the man, leaned over and asked, "Alone?"

The man hooked his lips, raised his finger and took a breath, "Alone."

His voice was drunk, with a hint of frivolity at the end. He blew the smoke away in front of Fu Wensheng, looking aggrieved, "Do you want to take me home?"

Fu Wensheng looked at him in the white mist, and laughed, "Okay."

The winter night in Paris is deep, and the snow covers this romantic capital.

It was the winter of 2016, and Fu Wensheng picked someone up in Paris to go home.

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Zuo Erdong Chen

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