Orientation sniping

It was late at night when we got to the bar.

Compared with the quiet and cold outside, the bar can be said to be very lively.

As soon as Ji Shurong came back, the turnover of cocktails soared, and the bar was full of people, and it took a while for them to disperse.

He was wearing a gray casual suit tonight, with his hair hanging docilely behind his ears, his demeanor was even more gentle.He deftly poured wine into the shaker, held it with his left hand and shook it a few times, and mixed a glass of margarita.

The wine glass is no frills and the liquid is transparent and looks like drinking water.

Ji Shurong leaned leisurely against the table, sipping wine slowly.

Outside the door is an empty road, the sound of whizzing cars is drowned in the cold wind, the windows of nearby residential buildings are divided into squares by warm yellow, and the dark night sky flickers sporadically.

The scene in the bar is completely different from the outside. Drinking, chatting, noisy, and music with a strong sense of rhythm arouse bursts of excitement in the cerebral cortex.

The bar was relatively quiet. After drinking alone, Ji Shurong quietly looked at the hustle and bustle not far away.His eyes are darker than others, as dark as an abyss, when he smiles, his eyes are shimmering and gentle, but when he is not smiling, he looks a little unhuman.

The originally noisy environment was broken by a burst of movement, a dispute broke out in the innermost booth, people around looked sideways, and the noise was much quieter.

Yang Xiao ran over in a hurry, only to see a burly man grabbing the waiter and yelling fiercely: "There is something wrong with your wine! My woman vomited after drinking it, and she is about to pass out now! Who is your boss? Get him over here!"

A woman was sitting slumped on the sofa, her face was pale and she was speechless.

Yang Xiao was startled, and stepped forward to make amends with a smile: "Brother, if you have something to say, there is absolutely no problem with our wine. I can assure you that this lady must have drunk too much, or she is not in good health. It has nothing to do with the wine."

"Stop fucking farting!" The man pushed the waiter violently, and stretched out his hand to grab Yang Xiao, his fist was about to fall down.

Suddenly a figure appeared, his bony hands protected Yang Xiao's head, his thin arms blocked it hard, the man's figure was unstable and he staggered.

Yang Xiao took the opportunity to break free, frightened and angry, her face flushed a lot.

Ji Shurong glanced at him: "Are you all right?"

Yang Xiao shook her head, took out her mobile phone and prepared to call the police.

"damn it!"

The man was obviously enraged, he picked up a wine bottle and threw it at him, but Ji Shurong kicked him away.

"careful!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and the wine bottle hit the wall with a "bang", smashing to pieces.

The man was obviously drunk, his footsteps were flimsy but his strikes were ruthless, and he knocked down two security guards with his hands and feet, as if he had aimed at Ji Shurong, and attacked him with punches and kicks, his eyes were tearing apart.

Ji Shurong moved quickly to avoid it, but his arm was inadvertently drawn blood by a piece of broken glass.

Yang Xiao was so frightened that she lost her voice: "Old Ji!"

The blood instantly stained his sleeves red, and Ji Shurong frowned fiercely.

In the next second, he tossed the hair on his forehead, and the usual smile disappeared. He raised his leg and kicked the man's knee hard. When he raised his head again, his expression turned completely cold.

Others may not know it, but those who are a little familiar with Ji Shurong, or the regulars of the bar before, have seen him fight more or less.

Conflicts would arise from time to time in this mixed place, and the security guards could barely maintain order. Ji Shurong didn't do anything, and no one could stand up to it.He has practiced boxing and Sanda for several years, and most people are not his opponents.

The police arrived quickly, and the troublemaker was forcibly taken away. Yang Xiao also went to the police station, and did not forget to call 120 for Ji Shurong before leaving.

"No need." Ji Shurong said, "It's not serious, just wipe it with disinfectant."

Yang Xiao didn't believe it, she took a look with her own eyes, the wound was indeed not deep, it just looked scary.

"Bandage it if it's not serious, don't be brave." Yang Xiao was still worried, turned around and asked, and accidentally bumped into someone else: "Oh, I'm sorry... hey?"

Jiang Jing stood at the door, looked at the policeman and then at him, and asked after a moment of silence, "What did you do?"

Yang Xiao choked, too lazy to explain to him, followed the police and left.

The bar soon returned to its original atmosphere, and the waiters were cleaning up the mess.Jiang Jing knew what happened at a glance. Not far behind him were two young people who were still talking about the scene just now.

"Who is that person who fights so hard?"

"It seems to be a bartender. His name is Ji. It doesn't look like he can fight. I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

……

Was that man fighting just now?

Jiang Jing looked at the bloodstains on the floor that hadn't been removed, and blinked his eyes.

Still hit to see blood?

He remembered last night when the man said "You can't beat me" with a determined face, Jiang Jing somewhat sneered at that time.After all, that person looked more like an artist in appearance, and things that were not very public, such as fighting, didn't suit him no matter how you looked at it.

Jiang Jing randomly found a seat and sat down.He got hurt from drinking yesterday, and had been suffering for a whole day. He really didn't want to suffer that again. He was hesitating whether to order juice or soda, when he suddenly saw a figure walking towards the bar.

It was that man.

Ji Shurong's injured arm was simply bandaged, and there was nothing unusual on his face, and he greeted people with a smile as always.

It was his right arm that was injured, and Ji Shurong mainly used his left hand to make drinks, so his work was not delayed.

Before the glass of wine was mixed, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open.Lu Yan stood in front of him wrapped in air-conditioning, frowned and asked, "Is the injury serious?"

It was obvious at a glance that Yang Xiao couldn't control his mouth, and would tell the public about everything.

"It's okay, a little injury." Ji Shurong said.

Lu Yan was dubious: "I don't believe it, show me."

Ji Shurong lifted up his sleeves helplessly and gave him a look: "It's wrapped up, I really didn't lie to you."

Lu Yan gritted his teeth: "Which grandson did it? My mother didn't come tonight and dared to make trouble, don't want to live?"

Ji Shurong continued the work at hand, and said in a casual tone: "I was taken away by the police, and I think I will be detained for a few days."

Seeing his indifferent face, Lu Yan let go of the heart raised along the way.Then he resumed his carefree look, took Ji Shurong's shoulders, and asked ambiguously: "Isn't it convenient to hurt your arm? Take a shower and take off your clothes. If necessary, I will be happy to help."

He never said anything right, and Ji Shurong was used to it, so he pushed his hand away without changing his face and said, "No, even if I amputate, I wouldn't dare bother you."

"Tsk." Lu Yan raised an eyebrow at him, "Why are you being polite to me, sooner or later."

"Sooner or later it's impossible, just go and don't disturb my work." Ji Shurong ignored him.

The high platform was next to the bar, and there were no people on the left and right sides. Although Lu Yan's voice was not high, a few vague words still reached Jiang Jing's ears, and Jiang Jing frowned.

Can this be said between friends?

Jiang Jing imagined the scene where he said these words to Li Fan, and he was so disgusted that he almost spit out the juice in his mouth.

The man who looks gorgeous is probably mentally ill.

After finishing his conclusion briefly and rudely, Jiang Jing drank the remaining juice in one gulp, and went to the bathroom without listening or worrying.

After running out the water and washing his hands, Jiang Jing took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

In fact, he is not very good at smoking. He tried it for the first time last week at the instigation of his friends, and he has not smoked much since then. Now he suddenly has the idea of ​​smoking again.

There was no one in the bathroom, Jiang Jing leaned against the sink, with a cigarette in his mouth, he took out a lighter and lit it.

As a result, before the fire was lit, the lighter was taken away.

Just as Jiang Jing was about to explode, a familiar voice sounded beside him: "Is it you?"

Ji Shurong saw a brief blank on his face, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous, I'm not a teacher, I won't train you."

Who is nervous?

Jiang Jing looked up at him, raised his chin and said, "Give me back the lighter."

"This?" Ji Shurong asked knowingly while pinching the lighter.

Jiang Jing gritted his teeth.

Don't make me beat you.

"Although this is a bit of a nosy thing, but kid," Ji Shurong smiled with lowered eyes, "Smoking is not good for your health, so you should stop smoking, maybe you can grow another two centimeters."

Who are you calling?

If this person hadn't helped him, Jiang Jing would have done it long ago, and he wouldn't be here to listen to his nonsense.

After Ji Shurong finished speaking, he handed him the lighter, and then his eyes were attracted by Jiang Jing's hair.He raised his arm, as if he wanted to touch the stick of hair on the top of his hair, but felt that the kid would explode, so he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Jing's interest in smoking was almost gone, and he put the cigarette case into his pocket irritably, watching Ji Shurong wash his hands and straighten his clothes with a calm expression.

"Does it look good?" Ji Shurong asked suddenly.

what?

Jiang Jing was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he was actually looking at Ji Shurong in the mirror and lost his concentration.

Teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen have the most sensitive minds, and Jiang Jing is no exception.He suddenly felt uncomfortable, his eyes had nowhere to look, so he just lowered his head and stared at the ground: "...I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he pretended to be calm and went out, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ji Shurong held his forehead and smiled for a while, feeling more and more cute about this kid. He followed Jiang Jing, and when he saw that he was really going out, he called out to him: "Wait a minute."

"Huh?" Jiang Jing stopped in his footsteps and didn't turn his head back.

"Have you brought an umbrella?"

umbrella?Jiang Jing shook his head.

Ji Shurong walked to his side, and the figure under the light fell on Jiang Jing: "It's raining outside, take an umbrella."

The glass door was shrouded in a layer of mist, and water marks were washed out by the pattering rain, and the silhouettes reflected on it became blurred.

Ji Shurong handed him a transparent umbrella, Jiang Jing hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway.

"……thanks."

"You're welcome." Ji Shurong said.

Jiang Jing raised his legs and was about to leave, but then remembered something, dropped his feet back, and turned around slowly.

Ji Shurong was still standing behind him, and raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "Is there anything else?"

Jiang Jing took a deep breath and said, "Give me the contact information, I will come to you tomorrow to return the umbrella."

There is nothing else going on recently, Ji Shurong comes to the bar every day, and basically stays here all day, so no matter when Jiang Jing comes, he is always there.This was the case, but Ji Shurong still gladly gave the WeChat QR code.

Jiang Jing scanned it, and Ji Shurong's business card popped up on the screen.

His WeChat ID is his real name, and his profile picture is a glass of dark blue cocktail, which looks mysterious and elegant.

Add friends in Jiangjing, and the verification will be displayed in the next second

Jiang Jing was about to turn off the screen and leave when the phone vibrated.

He clicked on it and was speechless.

Ji Shurong: Hello, I don't know your name yet.

The two stood face to face, and if they had something to say that they couldn't say directly, they even sent a WeChat message.

It's fine if the other party is a little nervous, Jiang Jing didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he really sent him a message.

Jing: Jiangjing.

The mountains are far away, the sky is clear, and the spring river is more than enough.