[K] Shoot Zhou Fangzun

When Zhou Fangzun woke up, the whole world was still sleeping.

He took out the terminal from the corner of the sofa, turned on the screen, and it was 41:[-] in the morning.

There still seemed to be a burning pain in the palm of his hand, and the barren nightmare would repeat every night. Zun sat up, pulled off his coat from the back of the sofa, reached into his pocket with one hand and took out the cigarette case.

The ignited Marlboro exudes a strong burnt aroma, which slightly dispels the despair that is about to drown.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he numbly looked at his intact left hand by the moonlight.

In that broken dream, he stood alone among the ruins, staring blankly at the sky.The earth was burning, the bloody setting sun shone on the wreckage of the building, the scorching air was filled with the smell of burning, and green smoke rose from the dry gravel ground.

Burnt black scars spread on the body surface, the palm twitched unnaturally, bright red blood overflowed from the wound, slowly slid down, accumulated on the fingertips, and finally formed blood drops and fell.The sword of Damocles, which was about to be broken, hung in the sky, looking at him coldly.

The flames in his chest were restless, and the king who couldn't sleep put on his coat, stood up, pushed open the door, and tried to go downstairs to pour himself a glass of wine.

A faint light shines through the crack of the door, in the dark corridor, it is as bright as a guiding light.

Zhou Fang closed the door casually with a slight click, he glanced at the lighted room indifferently, and walked slowly towards the stairs.

The back door opened.

The light that poured out cast the man's lonely back directly in front of him. He paused for a moment, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned half sideways to look back at the girl who opened the door.

Ogata didn't seem to expect to meet in this situation either, she was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, propped her forehead a little tiredly, smiled wearily, leaned against the door frame and asked softly: "Can't sleep? "

Zhou Fang, with a cigarette in his mouth, responded indiscriminately, turned around lazily and went downstairs.

Ogata looked at the black sky outside the bedroom window, and thought of the nightmare that made him fall before, in the end he didn't continue to rest, turned off the light, and followed him downstairs.

When she was walking down the stairs, she just saw the man jumping in with one hand on the bar, his movements were crisp and agile like a big cat in a state of predation.The other party was not surprised to see her, he touched a clean empty glass and shook it at her from the air.

"What to drink?" Ogata laughed, and sat down at the bar, watching him pick out bottles on the shelf with his chin resting.

Zhou Fang turned on a bar lamp with soft light, and he casually threw his coat on the table. The short-sleeved white T-shirt revealed his strong and strong arms, and the muscle lines on his shoulders and back were smooth and full of strength.The man took out an unopened RUM, flicked off the bottle cap with his thumb, poured a small half of the glass into the glass, turned sideways and pushed the glass to her.

The rose-red liquid looked particularly alluring under the light. Ogata picked up the cup and shook it, looking at Zun patiently.

The third king took out the remaining bottle of tequila from the bottom grid, looked around and found no ice cubes and salt, he frowned, changed to a bottle of vodka, pulled out the cork, and poured himself a bottle of tequila. glass full.

He clinked glasses with Ogata cooperatively, watching her take a sip of rum.

The scent of sweet apricot and lavender diffused, and the sweetness of wild berries filled the mouth, and the girl's expression suddenly became very subtle.She put down the glass, and teased with a little dissatisfaction: "It's too much, Zhou Fang, pour yourself wine, but give me juice."

Zun Zun seemed to hear some funny joke, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled viciously and flamboyantly. He leisurely swung the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and slowly spit out a few syllables that smelled of alcohol.

"Underage." His voice was slightly hoarse from the alcohol.

Ogata looked at him, his green eyes were as graceful as jewels in the dim light.She held her cheek, turned the glass with one hand, and complained softly: "Don't be like this, Chi Wang...I may not live to be an adult yet."

Zun didn't answer, she took the cup from him and poured half of it into her wild berry rum, "Drink you a little, don't feel bad." What a heavy topic.

The girl tasted the added rum, and was entangled by the spicy taste of vodka, and the faint sweetness couldn't stop the feeling of burning on the tongue.

Zhou Fang sneered, and pushed the remaining rum and wine bottle in front of her.

Ogata was not embarrassed, took the glass wine bottle, and asked in a chatty tone, "Why is Zhou Fang insomnia?"

"……Dream."

She groaned, looked at him with interest and asked, "What kind of nightmare can make the king restless?"

Zun glanced at her lazily, apparently not intending to answer.

"I can guess it if you don't tell me, because I also had a nightmare." Ogata added a lot of flavored wine to her glass, and the rose-red liquid turned from a small half glass to a full glass, and she drank it in one go Half off, squinting contentedly.

"I dreamed of the sea," she said.

"The cold, lightless deep sea makes it impossible to tell the direction. No matter how hard you struggle, you feel suffocated by the water. There is darkness under your bottomless feet, as if you are being watched maliciously by a dormant monster. You want to call for help but I couldn’t make a sound, mouthfuls of seawater poured into my lungs, I couldn’t hold on to anything, and kept sinking.”

"My own insignificance is unbelievable, as if the whole world has been overturned. I close my eyes, and the dead people are floating around me, the corpses are swollen with bubbles. Slimy tentacles sweep from the skin, fish scales Rubbing my arms, I knew there were huge eyes staring at me right next to my face, but I couldn't see it."

Ogata was lying on the bar, with his face resting on his arm, his eyes half closed, and he narrated softly as if in a dream: "Every night is the same dream, 3000 meters below the deep sea without a trace of light, sinking non-stop, desperate I want to grab something, but there is only cold sea water flowing through my fingers."

She reached out and made a grasping motion, smiled and said softly: "It's like this, there's nothing."

The Red King stuffed the wine glass into her hand casually, and said to her, "Drink it and sleep."

Ogata raised her head, she frowned and looked at the cup in her hand, then pushed it back to him, "No, you've used this cup before."

Only then did Zun realize that she was probably a little drunk.

Although his eyes were still clear, the time his gaze was fixed on a certain object became noticeably longer.

He glanced at the half glass of wild berry flavored vodka left by the girl.

Alcohol was terrible.

Zhou Fang had a rare feeling of disgust.

Ogata didn't notice his eyes, and continued on his own: "But sometimes I can fall asleep for a while. If you hold a gun in your arms, you will feel more at ease."

She was a little melancholy, "but sleeping with a gun in your hand is easy to accidentally injure. Before waking up, you will subconsciously attack the sound you hear and the object you touch. It will be even worse if you have a bad dream. I once had Destroy a whole house of tainted records."

Zun said indifferently, this level of destructive power, in his opinion, is just a level of playing games.He glanced at the girl lying on the bar and yawning. She changed into a pink and white sweater with a small vest on it, probably the attire for going out after dawn.

Ogata Toru didn't look like he was awakened from his sleep by a nightmare, but he didn't seem to have fallen asleep at all.She chooses to stay up all night because she is afraid of drowning in the deep sea. She obviously has a way to enjoy sleep, but she endures it because she is afraid of hurting innocent people. It seems that she is a bit pitiful.

The early morning reception of two unlucky guys.

Zun thought with some self-mockery, raised his wine glass towards the void, as if clinking glasses with someone, and then drank the remaining vodka in one gulp.The sweetness of malt slid down his throat, and the strong taste burned on the tip of his tongue. He took a sip of the alcohol and felt that his whole body was much more energetic.

Ogata leaned on the bar, quietly looking at the rose-red liquid left in his cup, his eyes were focused, and he didn't know what she was thinking.

The red-haired youth looked at the wall clock, it was only four o'clock.He reached out and lifted the jacket and put it on her shoulders. The other party hummed, sounding unhappy, and she complained softly, "It smells like smoke."

Zhou Fang really wanted to pry open her brain to see what was inside.

However, the girl complained and complained, but the man still closed her eyes obediently. She rubbed her cheek against the fur collar, found a comfortable position, and her breathing quickly calmed down.

It seems that he is very sleepy.

It's really not easy to hold on until now.Zhou Fang thought sarcastically, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He turned off the soft bar lamp casually, "Go to sleep."

In the darkness, the man's hoarse voice gave people an infinite sense of security.