straight to heaven

I didn't expect him to ask me this.

I twisted my fingertips around the mouth of the glass, and after a while I spoke, my voice was dry and unnatural: "Why do you ask that?"

Geng scratched his head and coughed dryly: "I chatted with Xiaoqiao today, and I realized that the relationship between you and Pei Yanlai is a bit stiff. Hey, I went to your law firm to find you at the end of last year, and I told you in front of the two of you. Those words... Blame me, too slow, making it difficult for you to do with your colleagues."

Those who are close to our front desk call her Xiaoqiao.

When had Geng been so familiar with her?

I didn't answer, and Geng continued in a nonchalant manner: "You guys, you have been at the same table for almost two years. Anyway, I know that Pei Yanlai had a good relationship with you in high school. You always followed him, and I felt quite uncomfortable at first. But then..." He didn't seem to have thought about what to say more appropriate, so he simply skipped it: "Oh, after the college entrance examination, after you repeated the exam, he didn't contact you anymore?"

"Yeah." I didn't have any expression on my face, and took a sip of my wine.

"What's the reason?" He couldn't figure it out, with a troubled expression on his face: "I've heard it all. Two days ago, he slammed the door at you, poured your coffee, and ignored you. Isn't the monitor like this before? He has such a good temper , people have no airs, I have never seen him hang a picture, why..."

A series of subject-predicate-object sounds really bluffing.

I explained to him: "I spilled the coffee myself, not him. My colleagues spread word of mouth, me and him, it's not that... not that serious."

"Then why..."

Before he could finish his sentence, loud music suddenly sounded.

The DJ held the microphone, pointed his finger nimbly, and roared hoarsely, "Hey, everybody—"

The arena instantly became lively, screaming and shouting towards the posture of overturning the roof.Geng always said the following words were swallowed up.

I didn't want to continue this topic, so I just dragged him to the ground and trembled together.

The DJ level is good, and the venue is very exciting.

There was a lot of movement on the stage, and there were all kinds of people rubbing their bodies.I don't come often, but I have to say that the chaos gives me the perfect opportunity to let off steam.

Too many intense inquiries were crowded in my mind, and I couldn't breathe for a while, so I could only raise my hands high, twist my body, scream, or curse.mechanical.

Yes.

Why did I break up with Pei Yanlai?why does he hate meWhat did i do wrong?

It is not only Geng Zong who has been kept under the drum.

Only Pei Yan held up the drumstick from the beginning to the end, the drum surface was shattered, and there were no eggs under the overturned nest.

Dark red indigo and dark blue, psychedelic light intertwined only to make people dizzy.

Forget about that, just tonight, I thought.

Someone grabbed my arm, I turned my head, my long blue curly hair, which was as long as seaweed, brushed the tip of my nose, the smell of perfume mixed with the smell of smoke and alcohol, too close, very strong.

"handsome guy."

White navel suspenders, black denim shorts and boots, eyeliner flying to the temples, a pretty aggressive woman.

"I've been seeing you for a long time, let's have a drink together?"

I wanted to shake off her hand, but the trembling didn't stop and it was inconvenient to move.

There was no way, she grabbed me tightly, and I half pulled and half dragged me off the stage.

When I first touched the stable ground, I was in a trance for a moment.Withdrawing my arm, I closed my eyes and squeezed the numb back of my neck.

"Excuse me, miss, I don't want to delay your drinking time."

Glancing at the shattered cheekbones, the woman looked at me with raised eyebrows, spread her hands, and asked, "I'm not your type?"

I shrug.

"Okay.Niceday." Without further entanglement, she stepped on high heels and left gracefully.

Maybe I should learn from her.

Learn how to turn around and say goodbye.

I'm old, and I haven't been dancing for long, but I feel dizzy when I walk on the flat ground.

I didn't touch the bottle again and turned to the bar to ask for a new one.

The output needs to be roared. I yelled "Budweiser" at the bartender, but before the wine was served, the same arm was wrapped around something soft and boneless.

I turned my head, and there was a beautiful boy—curly hair, delicate facial features, white skin like porcelain, and a thin patch of red on the cheeks behind the ears under the light.

With a long sigh, I don't know what I did wrong tonight.

Withdrawing his arm, the boy flicked away as if startled, and looked at me timidly.

I am still a gentleman towards women, but not so polite towards the same sex.I didn't respond, just scratched my hair back, grabbed two bottles of wine and left.

The meaning of rejection is quite obvious.

Back at Santai, Geng Zeng happened to be back to check the messages on his phone.The brightness of the screen was turned up to the maximum, making his face turn blue, suitable for shooting supernatural films.

With a "boom", Budweiser landed in front of him.Hearing the sound, he looked up at me and smiled heartlessly: "Our mountain is caring."

I pried it open with my teeth, lazily making an expression: "Don't disgust me."

Geng kept opening his mouth to turn back, but when he raised his eyebrows and looked behind me, his mouth changed: "Halo?"

When I heard the sound, I turned around and found that the boy was standing not far away just now, staring straight at him.When I looked over, he immediately blushed.

"You know him?" Geng kept asking.

I wanted to shake my head, but the boy came over.

"Hello." He leaned on the stage with his arms, his face in his hands, and looked at me tiltedly: "You can call me Xiaojia."

From an aesthetic point of view, he is really beautiful, and he is the type who will never be empty in this era of more than 0 and less.But he seems interested in me, which is kind of bad.

"Hello, my name is Geng Zhengyi." Geng Zhengzhi stretched out his hand.

It may be that Erbaiwu is too masculine, Xiaojia ignored it, and Geng kept touching his nose in embarrassment.He gave me a begging look, slapped his ass and strolled onto the dance floor.

Headache.I frowned and said nothing.

Xiao Jia moved a step closer to me: "Brother, you danced with me for a long time just now, don't you remember?"

"..." To be honest, I really have no impression.I took a step back: "I don't remember."

Xiaojia was not discouraged, and she posted it here. There were crowds of people behind, and I had nowhere to go.

"Do you know what else this bar is called?"

His voice is not loud, almost in my ear, his tone is as soft as a slippery eel: "Chaos," he slammed into me, and suddenly blew air on my earlobe, and grabbed my legs with his hands, " Super *dead…”

There are many tricks.

No doubt, I was annoyed.My fists itch, but in the end I just push him away, like a sticky dog's skin plaster.

He nearly fell to the ground.

"Does Fuckoff know what it means?" My cold face can scare people, "Get lost."

Unexpectedly, when it came to this point, Xiao Jia still didn't leave.

"Brother, I know, you are, right? That sister is not to your taste, how about you look at me?"

He even pulled my hand when he got up, I don't understand how Xinghara can be made like love at first sight.

Alcohol slowed down my reaction, and when I came back to my senses, he actually took my hand to touch the pants chain.I jerked my hand away and he straddled, and before pulling away, I realized he was hawking, which made me extremely uncomfortable.

Yes, I'm gay, but I'm also a picky eater.Sexual harassment is obscene, and buying and selling by force is called destroying the market, and I can't stand it.

I clamped his wrist and shook it away hard. He let out a low voice, like a cat, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

"I'm not. If you do this again, I will call the police."

He didn't believe it, and his expression showed some artificial resentment: "...the wound on the corner of your mouth was obviously bitten by a man."

I sneered: "Haven't you seen getting angry?"

The mournful movement attracted a subtle scrutiny, and Xiao Jiazhen shed two tears: "You are lying."

"Yeah, I lied." I took a sip of Budweiser from the bottle and wiped the corners of my mouth with my forearm.

Xiaojia didn't expect me to be such a rascal.He should be an omnipotent master in the entertainment field, and even after suffering so much from me, I can't hold back my face.

He turned to leave, just took a few steps in the direction of the bar, and froze in place again.Like being hit by something.

Only then did I realize that, at some point, there were more noisy conversations around me.

A lot of people crowded around the bar, much more lively than before I came here.

It is difficult for people to restrain their instinct to conform to the crowd. I can't be a saint who restrains himself and restores rituals. With the wine in his hand, I stand up straight and look in the direction Xiaojia is looking at.

The warm yellow and blue lights of the bar overlap.

The faces of beauties are intertwined, and the misty temples and cloud girls emerge one after another.I squeezed my eyes away from the show, and through the steaming smoke and alcohol, I saw Pei Yanlai's face at the end of the world.