Rooted

Very remote, there is nothing nearby except greenery.Fu Wensheng hailed a car. The driver was a local. He recognized that they were foreigners, so he recommended "Cardzhou Old Street" to them.

Although there are many delicacies here, they are all small shops with average sanitary conditions.So even if the driver said that there are the most and most authentic delicacies in Kazhou, Fu Wensheng would not go in.

Ganhezhi bought a little at the street corner and tasted it while walking.

They ate dinner in a restaurant that looked clean and decent. When they came out, Gan Hezhi was so full that he patted his stomach. The two of them didn't go to the hotel immediately, but took a walk nearby to digest food.

Gan Hezhi walked and was attracted by the smell again, so he ran to buy a box of delicious baked potatoes, two or three bites a piece, he was so scalded that he stuck out his tongue and said, "Delicious! Delicious!"

Fu Wensheng suspected that he was Taotie.

After Gan Hezhi finished eating the small potatoes, he ran to the side of the road and threw the carton into the trash can.After throwing it away, he didn't come back immediately. Instead, he stood there for a while, and then ran over, took La Fu Wensheng's hand, and pointed to the entrance of the alley.

When Gan Hezhi walked into this bar called "Jiuyilao", he was a little hesitant in addition to being excited and curious.

He recalled the projects that Fu Wensheng had arranged along the way, and felt that they were all decent projects that were beneficial to physical and mental health.And the first time he offered to go to a place, it turned out to be a bar.

He had the illusion that Fu Wensheng was playing the piano to a cow.

Gan Hezhi quickly shook his head in self-denial. When he proposed to come and take a look, Fu Wensheng did not refuse.

Fu Wensheng not only did not refuse, but also helped him pick out this "Liquor Ladle" among the bars on the street.

Based on Qian Hezhi's understanding of Fu Wensheng, Fu Wensheng's reaction should mean nothing.The more Gan Hezhi thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, and his mind gradually settled down.

The bar is very dark, and the constantly flashing and changing lights give people the illusion of stepping on obstacles at any time.

Gan Hezhi walked forward cautiously under the influence of this feeling until they sat down at the bar.

Fu Wensheng looked at the wine list, and Gan Hezhi looked at him.

Fu Wensheng bumped the drink list against Gan Hezhi's arm, and Gan Hezhi shook his head. Fu Wensheng understood, and ordered the same beer for both of them, both dark beer.

After getting it, Fu Wensheng took a sip first.Gan Hezhi saw that his face was expressionless the whole time, so he picked up the cup.

"It smells good." He shrugged his nose and sniffed twice, then took a sip expectantly.

"Yue, it's so bitter." Gan Hezhi stuck out his tongue.

Fu Wensheng laughed, and continued to drink very calmly.

After taking the first sip, Gan Hezhi slowed down for a while. Seeing that Fu Wensheng had been drinking, he couldn't help but take a second sip.

Then he seemed to have finally tasted something scorched, and slowly finished the glass.

Then refill.

Just like that, they sat at the bar with their backs facing the whole bar, drinking beer one by one.The music of the wine is not too loud, but it will make people want to rock along.

Gan Hezhi sat on a high stool, listening to such music in his ears, his brain was gradually paralyzed, his body relaxed, and began to shake slightly in response to the beat of the music.

It took Fu Wensheng a while to notice Gan Hezhi's movement. He patted Gan Hezhi on the shoulder, pointed to the dance floor behind him, and asked Gan Hezhi to dance.

Gan Hezhi nodded, subconsciously pulling Fu Wensheng along.

Fu Wensheng shook his head and pointed to his feet, which meant that he was waiting here.

Gan Hezhi looked back and forth between Fu Wensheng and the dance floor, looking a little dazed.

Fu Wensheng waved to him, and he turned around and got off the dance floor with a little bewilderment, then stood blankly on the edge.

Fu Wensheng turned around on the seat and watched from afar.

Gan Hezhi was not sober, and his head was a little dizzy.It wasn't until he got to the dance floor that he realized what he wanted. Just as he was about to turn around, he was hit by someone, put on his shoulder by someone he didn't know, and forced to play with the little train.

It doesn't matter what happens to a person who drinks too much, and he can't get away from the team even if he wants to leave the team.Fortunately, when he turned his head several times, he saw Fu Wensheng's gaze fixed on him, which made him feel a little more at ease, and began to try to move forward with the people in front of him and behind him.

They shook their heads as they walked, Gan Hezhi felt dizzy after a couple of shakes, so he stopped shaking and began to follow the example of other people by twisting their bodies slightly from side to side.

But he couldn't let go, so he was not as graceful as others, but like a duck walking unsteadily.

He followed the team to the other end of the dance floor, and finally he could see Fu Wensheng at the bar without twisting his neck.

He was just about to wave to Fu Wensheng when he saw someone sitting in his original seat and talking to Fu Wensheng.

It was a woman with long curly hair, who looked very beautiful from a distance.

This time, with a shrug and a shake of his shoulders, he shook off the hand that he hadn't been able to shake off for a long time.Then he immediately plunged into the dance floor, like a lifeguard on the spot.

On the dance floor, people are next to each other, and it is difficult to advance before the battle.He was afraid of touching someone else's body, so he raised his hand subconsciously, but he didn't expect to be hugged from behind suddenly in the middle of walking.

He couldn't help but let out a cry, but the music easily drowned out his voice.While struggling, he turned his head and saw a strange man hugging him.

"Let go of me!" Qian Hezhi shouted while pushing people.

The man didn't let go, he still hugged Gan Hezhi and turned around, smiling and shouting, "Relax! Handsome guy! Come and be happy!"

The surrounding people booed and screamed around the two people, and some people poured wine on them.

Gan Hezhi's hands were all on the man's face, and the man was still smiling.

He was in a hurry, especially when he looked over to the bar and found that Fu Wensheng was no longer in his original position.So Gan Hezhi's non-stop spinning vision left only dancing figures.

At this moment, the rotation that made Qian Hezhi's stomach churn stopped without warning, and the hands on his waist were forcibly broken away.

Another hand supported him from behind, and he turned lightly for half a circle, and then bumped into someone's arms.

It was Fu Wensheng.

Gan Hezhi realized this, and immediately hugged him tightly.

"Oh, your boyfriend? I'm sorry, I drank too much, I didn't mean it." Someone apologized with a big tongue, "I was just joking."

Fu Wensheng did not deny the "boyfriend", but slowly squeezed out of the dance floor with Gan Hezhi.

He guarded Qianhezhi firmly all the way, but he was bumped into by many people intentionally or unintentionally, and his face turned black with annoyance.

When they left the bar, Fu Wensheng let go of his hand, but Gan Hezhi still hugged him.Fu Wensheng patted Gan Hezhi on the back, and Gan Hezhi let it go slowly.

It's not too far from the hotel, so they walked back slowly.

Gan Hezhi seemed to be getting drunk, and his walking was unsteady, but he was walking well in his way, and wobbling, he came to Fu Wensheng, like a track race.

Fu Wensheng would call him back and let him go by himself.

They saw a tobacco shop on the road, Gan Hezhi approached Fu Wensheng and asked mysteriously, "Is smoking really fun?"

He thought of when he used to work part-time, those people always said, "A cigarette after the event is as happy as a fairy." But they didn't say what was the aftermath.

He doesn't think too much about his words at the moment, he can say whatever comes to his mind, and he doesn't care whether others like it or not.Fu Wensheng asked him if he wanted to try it, and he nodded.

Fu Wensheng seemed to be determined to go along with it tonight, but he actually went into the store and bought a pack of cigarettes.

He tore open the package, knocked out one, put it between his lips and licked it.Lighting the fire with one hand and protecting it with the other, he frowned and lit the cigarette between his lips, taking a puff.

Fu Wensheng coughed, apparently not quite used to it.

When the cigarette was lit, Fu Wensheng called Gan Hezhi, "Open your mouth."

Gan Hezhi opened his mouth obediently.

Fu Wensheng handed the cigarette holder to Gan Hezhi's mouth, and Gan Hezhi felt it, so he tried to sip it, and the cigarette floated in front of his eyes, because he didn't smoke it, and he wasn't very good at it.

"Inhale through your mouth now." Fu Wensheng taught him.

Gan He used his mouth to inhale instead, and the fierce smell of smoke rushed down his throat into his lungs. Gan He couldn't get used to it, so he immediately picked up the cigarette and started coughing.

Fu Wensheng asked him to take another breath.

Gan Hezhi coughed until his eyes were red, but he still listened to Fu Wensheng's words and took another drag on his cigarette.

He was still not used to it, so he coughed violently again, until his eyes were wet.

Fu Wensheng took the cigarette from Gan Hezhi, put it in his mouth and took two puffs.He has stopped coughing and seems to have adapted to the smell of smoke.

Then he stretched out his hand, grabbed Gan Hezhi's chin with the jaws of a tiger, and pulled Gan Hezhi to him.

He sprayed the bitter and fierce white smoke onto Gan Hezhi's face.

Gan Hezhi's face was flushed because he had inhaled the smoke, but he tried his best not to cough.Through the lingering smoke, he fixedly looked at the hazy Fu Wensheng's face.

A dark red light shone from the roadside hotel, as if a separate ambiguous space had been separated in the darkness.If there is a name for this space, more than sensuality will be the essence.

The dark red covered the two of them, and fell on the half of Fu Wensheng's face that was not covered by the dark night, and also fell into his cold and beautiful eyes.In such an ambiguous color, he vomited at Qianhezhi.

It's strange that in such an intuitively depressing picture, Fu Wensheng, the creator, still doesn't look dejected at all.

His gaze was a little cold, but not scattershot, as it had always been.

Such eyes are like an eternal flaunt, flaunting that he will always be an outsider, only