After Xie Qingcheng and He Yu finished their meal, He Yu was still reluctant to leave Xie Qingcheng.
After thinking about it, he pestered him again: "Brother Xie, you have been with me for so long, and you can go to the bar with me for a while. Anyway, today is also a weekend, you don't need to work or study..."
Xie Qingcheng: "It's too late, I still have books to read when I go back."
He Yu: "Reading books on weekends is not as good as a pig."
"...You scold again."
He Yu: "Cough... will you accompany me one more time?"
"no."
"My twentieth birthday today—"
"I finished with you last night."
He Yu thought about it, and suddenly thought of something.
"Then do you remember that you made a bet with me before?"
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "What?"
"It was when I helped you with the ppt. You didn't say that you wanted me to persuade the students who were absent from your class to return. If I persuade more students to return than you, even if you lose, you must agree to my request..."
Xie Qingcheng couldn't remember clearly, but after hearing him say it, it seemed that there was such a thing.
"Have I not promised you anything else?"
"No, I owe it all the time."
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "Really?"
"Really, you are a big man, you have to keep your word." He Yuna pinched the point that Xie Qingcheng cared about the most, "A big man can't keep his debts."
Xie Qingcheng: "... Your request is to let me accompany you to the bar, right?"
He Yu nodded.
Xie Qingcheng had no choice, and finally said, "Which one, I'll call a car."
He is completely in the posture of taking care of his mistress's little white face.
He Yu tilted his face for a while and said, "It's not too far away, let's walk over together, just in time for digestion."
There are many people on the Bund on weekends, foreign tourists looking around, couples walking hand in hand, uncles and aunts playing with mobile phones to take pictures, blond and blue-eyed foreigners running at night...
The two men walking side by side in it didn't make people think too much.
Or maybe the city is so tolerant and magical that even the old lady who sells flowers doesn't mind whether the couple is of the same sex or the opposite sex, or even whether they are just colleagues or friends, and they happily go forward to sell roses.
"Handsome guy, buy a flower for your girlfriend..."
"Uncle, buy some flowers for your wife."
"Little girl, buy a branch of flowers. It doesn't matter if you don't buy it, just let your grandma give it to you. Come, take it, take it."
The flower-selling mother-in-laws are well versed in this, and understand that apart from men who like to show face in front of their girlfriends, the best sales targets are little girls.
Little girls are often soft-hearted, and the aunts put flowers in it and say that it is free, but in fact, a network of human favors has already been woven. At the end of the day, you will be embarrassed to pay.
Aunt Huahua avoided the city management, went around, and finally came to Xie Qingcheng and He Yu.
The business opportunity is not to be missed, two men can also sell, and the aunts have long understood that there is a kind of man called that, called calcium!
"Handsome guy, buy a flower and give it to you—" The aunt looked at He Yuhe
Xie Qingcheng decided that a handsome, tall, mature and stable man like Xie Qingcheng was the gold owner, and all the pleasant words were directed at Xie Qingcheng, "For you... that, your friend."
As he spoke, he handed a delicate red rose.
Although Xie Qingcheng felt sorry for the old woman, he was unwilling to buy flowers for He Yu. After thinking about it, he said sorry and left with his pockets in his pocket.
As a result, He Yu was entangled by the old lady.
"Young man, buy a flower for your brother, look how handsome he is."
He Yu was very happy when he heard it: "Do you think he is handsome too?"
The old lady chased after her victory: "This street is his most handsome."
He Yu opened Alipay with a smile, scanned the old lady's QR code, transferred enough money to buy all her roses, and said, "I'll take one, and you can give away the rest."
"Hey..." The old lady was stunned.
Even in the most prosperous part of Shanghai, it is not so easy to sell flowers. The old lady looked at the amount received in the old machine, and couldn't believe it. When she reacted, He Yu had already picked a half-blooming red rose and followed Xie Qingcheng's back.
The avant-garde old lady from Shanghai murmured her flower-selling congratulations that she had repeated countless times: "I wish you health and happiness... Oh, no, I wish you a hundred years of happiness?"
He Yu took a rose and returned to Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng glanced at him: "Why buy this?"
"Be kind and generous."
"..." Xie Qingcheng stopped talking.
The two walked side by side for a while, because He Yu was holding flowers in his hand, and Xie Qingcheng and he were both handsome guys, so they gained the attention of many little girls along the way.
Xie Qingcheng gradually felt a little uncomfortable.
"He Yu, can you stop taking this flower?"
"I bought it myself, why can't I take it?"
Makes sense.
Even Xie Qingcheng couldn't refute it.
So the handsome guy finally had to ask: "How long?"
"It's almost there."
Xie Qingcheng originally thought that He Yu was going to take him to the Pansi Cave where the demons danced, and he had already prepared the psychological construction of willingness to accept the loss and die. The hotel was established during the British Concession period in Shanghai. It has been renamed several times in the past 100 years and has hosted countless celebrities and dignitaries. Every brick seems to have a thrilling or beautiful foreign past legend hidden in it. .
Entering the hotel, there are historical creases everywhere. The oldest fresh air system is still in operation, the greyhound totem on the towering lintel keeps the hotel safe, the piano in the center of the restaurant is a hundred years old, and the comedy master Chaplin's fingers danced happily on the keys.
In the corner of the first floor of the hotel, there is a jazz bar that seems to be low-key and unobtrusive, but in fact has a lot of heritage.
The special thing about this bar band is that the performers are all elderly people over the age of 70, so it is also called the elderly jazz band. It's hard for other bands to imitate. Foreign presidents who came to Shanghai also became curious and came to listen to their performances.
"Welcome, good evening, two gentlemen. Do you have a reserved seat?" The waitress, Bin, was wearing a snow-white waistcoat and a cheongsam wrapped in a cheongsam at the entrance of the tavern.
asked politely.
He Yu's momentary desire, he forgot that the elderly jazz band had a large audience on weekends, and the tavern often couldn't accommodate it and needed to make a reservation.
I had to say, "No."
But not reconciled, but also display charm.
"Girl, we came from the northeast, over the Mohe border. We came here because of the fame and wanted to hear your band play. We have to go back tomorrow morning. See if you can help us think of a way to add another table. ? Or we can wait and see if any guests leave the venue early, that's fine."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
This person is really a talent for not going to the acting profession.
The northeastern accent is all pretended.
The welcoming beauty saw what He Yu said was sincere, handsome and looked at her with almond eyes, she was actually a little embarrassed, so although it was not in line with the rules, she still shook her waist for a while, then twisted her waist: "Then let me help You go in and have a look."
He Yu: "Thank you so much. By the way... This is for you."
As he spoke, he put the roses that he had taken all the way into the vase in front of the reception desk.
The beauty blushed, and stepped on the high heels and went to work gracefully.
Xie Qingcheng: "...you are too serious."
He Yu leaned on the welcome stage and smiled at him: "The first day you knew I was not serious?"
A few minutes later, the beauty left and returned, softly saying, "There is a place in the corner, please come in."
If it is said that coming from the other side of the river to the Wanguo building complex where this hotel is located is like a time travel, then walking from the hotel lobby into the jazz bar is like overlapping space in time travel.
Although Xie Qingcheng is from Shanghai, he has never been to this place before. It looks like a fragment cut out of an old American movie, very much like a European and American tavern during World War II.
"The floor, fans, and brick walls here are all original equipment when the hotel was first built a hundred years ago." Seeing Xie Qingcheng looking at the kind of wooden fan blades that are now extinct outside, He Yu said with a smile, "How is it? , I didn't embarrass you, I didn't take you to Pansi Cave."
"..." Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows.
Unexpectedly, his previous thoughts were actually seen by He Yu.
"What do you two drink?" The bartender in a neat little suit held a leather wine list and walked to their small round table with a smile.
"You can order whatever you want." Xie Qingcheng pushed the list to He Yu.
He Yu said: "Are you planning to take care of me?"
Xie Qingcheng: "It should be your birthday."
He Yu stared at the drink list for a while, and his mind began to go wrong.
Xie Qingcheng's alcohol intake is not bad, but his physique is special, and he is easy to lose energy after drinking, and his body becomes hot and red. He Yu thought about it, itching in his heart, and asked the bartender softly, and ordered two kinds of fruit wines that seemed to taste very sweet, but in fact, the alcohol content was not too low.
The wine was quickly prepared and served, and the color was indeed magnificent and translucent.
Even Xie Qingcheng, who is not very sentimental, thinks it is very good-looking.
"You taste it, it tastes very good, with the aroma of grapefruit."
Xie Qingcheng took a sip and really returned to Gan Qinglie.
The atmosphere of the bar is very good. Most of the people who come here to listen to music are for the music and the ancient and distant taste. The old man on the stage is indulgent and casual.
He was playing some classic songs, and a girl dressed in retro was singing: "I love you and hate you, I ask you if you know, it seems that the river will not stop, turning a thousand turns and a thousand beaches, and the battle has not been settled. …”
He Yu listened to the lyrics, listened to the love you hate you, and asked if you knew, he silently looked at Xie Qingcheng, and Xie Qingcheng listened to the performance on the stage intently, until the end of the song, the applause broke out.
Xie Qingcheng noticed that He Yu was looking at him and asked, "What's the matter?"
"No, I like it very much to see that you are happy to hear it."
When He Yu hits a straight ball, Xie Qingcheng can also catch it.
The so-called word shy will not appear in Xie Qingcheng's dictionary. But he still felt the throbbing in his heart from the straight shot, vaguely, unsettling and tingling.
Xie Qingcheng stabilized his mind with his ability to overcome mental Ebola and said, "They play well, you should listen carefully."
He Yu said, "I used to come here often on weekends."
"When?"
"Oh, in the second and third grades of junior high."
Xie Qingcheng: "Can minors enter?"
"I'm tall, I can fool people if I dress more maturely, and I even got a fake ID card."
"… "
"Music is innocent." He Yu said, "I don't want to do bad things. I don't come to bars like this if I want to do bad things."
"Then what wine did you order?"
"I ordered alcohol-free, and I'm very good."
Xie Qingcheng looked at him incredulously.
He Yu smiled: "Really. You did a physical examination for me at that time, and you never found me drinking a bar."
Xie Qingcheng had a very subtle feeling.
He thought of He Yu, who was in the second and third grades of the first year. At that time, he pretended to be a grandson in front of him, and he almost had the words "excellent student" tattooed on his face.
How did you know that He Yu would pretend to be a dog then and get a fake ID to listen to jazz? If he had known at the time, he would have broken the legs of this little beast like He Yu.
It's too late now.
Xie Qingcheng took another sip of wine and declined to comment on He Yu's reckless behavior at the time.
There are many repertoires played in the bistro, the first classics.
Unknowingly, almost two hours later, the bartender's wine continued for several rounds. Looking at the dim warm yellow light, He Yu saw that Xie Qingcheng was already a little drunk, and the man was a little drunk. His appearance is always very beautiful, like peach blossoms falling on the ice, so gorgeous and moving, no matter how many times you look at it, it is not enough.
Just as he was fascinated by it, there was a commotion on the other side of the bar in the tavern. The band on the stage was playing the love song that had been prepared, as they had known for a long time.
- It turned out that a couple proposed marriage. The two of them met in this pub, so the groom greeted the jazz band in advance, and suddenly dozens of strings of colorful flowers were opened on the ceiling of the bar. Down and landed on everyone's shoulders.
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations, congratulations! A hundred years of good luck!"
The guests of the tavern are very happy to see such a joyous scene, not to mention that after the groom successfully proposed and kissed the bride, he proudly shouted: "I have all the drinks for everyone here tonight! !"
The atmosphere became more lively.
originally this
Clear, the guests are mainly to enjoy the music, every night is like a small concert. But tonight was the exception, when the old jazz band played upbeat dance songs and the excited groom dragged his fiancée to a dance on the old red floor tiles.
Such a warm and happy atmosphere is contagious. People in the tavern got up from their seats in twos and threes, and whether they could jump or not, they all laughed and twisted and rotated with their companions.
"Rose roses, the most delicate, rose roses, the most beautiful, blooming on the branches in spring and summer, rose roses, I love you..."
Although the song is old-fashioned, it is just right in this atmosphere.
Even Xie Qingcheng looked at the scene in front of him with a faint smile in his eyes. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, holding his hand with one hand, and looked at the lively crowd in front of him.
"Spring and summer bloom on the branches, roses, roses, I love you!"
Drinking too much wine makes my heart feel relieved.
Xie Qingcheng looked very satisfied, but at this time, He Yu suddenly stood in front of him, bowed to him, smiled and held his hand: "Sir, can I ask you to dance?"
Xie Qingcheng said that he was drunk, but he was sober.
He only likes to watch others dance, and he doesn't want to move lazily: "I won't."
He Yu thought about it and changed his lines: "Sir, can I teach you a dance?"
"… "
Seeing that Xie Qingcheng didn't respond, He Yu took his speechlessness as agreement, and dragged him to the dance floor.
Xie Qingcheng is naturally not good at throwing him away, there are many people around, so others will pay attention to them. And to be honest, dancing is not a big deal. This kind of communicative entertainment is not about seeing who dances better, but it is just a lively atmosphere. It often appears in European and American movies. He has never killed a pig. Haven't he seen a pig run
"Come on, take a step forward with your left foot, and then with your right foot... don't worry about your hands, I'm holding you, no... ouch!"
He Yu was stepped on by Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows: "Does it hurt?"
Nonsense, can a big man of 1.8 meters go down without pain
But He Yu was too embarrassed to say anything, shook his head, took a step back, and continued to teach him seriously: "Brother, you step on the left foot first, then I turn around, and then you take the right foot."
One of his hands wrapped around Xie Qingcheng's waist intentionally or unintentionally. Xie Qingcheng also drank too much, and he was so used to being with He Yu that he didn't react.
He Yu's heart throbbed, and he held it even tighter. He felt that Xie Qingcheng's waist was really thin, and it seemed to have some kind of magnetism, so he had to spend a lot of restraint in order not to give thanks Qing Cheng came over and hugged him fiercely.
"Very good, left foot, then right foot, then left, then—"
Another kick.
He Yu: "...It's okay, come again."
Xie Qingcheng frowned, he didn't expect it to be so difficult for pigs to run.
He was just playing around, but because he couldn't learn it, he became more serious. Not only did he listen carefully to what He Yu said, but he also watched intently for a while how the good dancer walked next to him.
Then Professor Xie Da probably felt that he had realized it.
Confidently: "Please."
He Yu thought it was interesting that he was half-drunk but refused to admit defeat and learned dance steps seriously, but he couldn't show it, so he pretended to be calm and stretched out his hand again.
Xie Qingcheng put his other hand around the other's waist.
"Left foot, yes, fine, come over a little, right foot, left... well, right... and—"
Another kick.
He Yu: "… "
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
Seeing Xie Qingcheng frowning and looking at the ground unhappily, he seemed a little puzzled. He's so fucking disbelieving.
He Yu endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it. He lowered his head with a puff of laughter. At the same time, he took advantage of the Huzhou bar to not care about this, so he took Xie Qingcheng into his arms and pressed his chin to his head. Then he lowered his eyelashes, and kissed his lips imperceptibly at the top of Xie Qingcheng's hair.
"Okay, okay, it's okay. Brother, you're all drunk."
Xie Qingcheng heard the words and accepted it slightly.
Okay, it seems that it is not that I am not savvy enough, but that I drink too much, which does affect my performance.
He Yu's grandson had ulterior motives. He drank the fruit wine he ordered sweetly, but had a lot of stamina. Xie Qingcheng gradually became dizzy. He subconsciously felt that he should not be holding He Yu on the dance floor to do these things. He wanted to push him away.
But He Yu's strength was very strong, and he hugged him softly and rudely. He swayed gently with the rhythm of the music, and a low voice coaxed in his ear: "Dance for a while, eh?"
"Dance your mother..."
Xie Qing didn't say anything, He Yu took him to a corner where the light was darker and farther away from the crowd, no one would pay attention, so he hugged Xie Qing and swayed ambiguously and lingeringly. After a while, I only felt that my heart was getting more and more hot, and my love was getting more and more unstoppable.
Then he changed to a safer angle, forced Xie Qingcheng to raise his face in the dark, put him against the corner of the wall that no one noticed, and stared closely at Xie Qingcheng's eyes, Xie Qingcheng's pupils were very bright Deep, with some wine-colored stamina that gradually appeared.
He Yu seemed to be sucked in by his eyes, and said in a low voice, "So beautiful."
Maybe because of the atmosphere, Xie Qingcheng's voice also lowered. He knew that He Yu was talking about himself, but he didn't like to be called beautiful, so he reached out and hooked He Yu's candy-colored casual tie and stared at him: " Say who. Give you a chance."
He Yu said with a low smile, "Tell me about my wife." He touched his hand down and put it on his waist.
Xie Qingcheng put his slender fingers in his bow tie, hooked him over, and slapped him either lightly or hard: "...I don't think you're fucking awake."
"If I didn't wake up, we should be in bed now."
He Yu's voice became softer and quieter, and it almost stuck to Xie Qingcheng's ear.
His waist and hips swayed gently with the music, getting closer and closer to Xie Qingcheng, almost touching him in the slow dance. During the slow dance, his firm and full chest muscles rubbed against each other's clothes from time to time.
"Are you tired of living?" Xie Qing's thin lips moved slightly.
"I was tired of living at first, but after having you, I just think my life is not long enough."
He Yu smiled, and his lips moved closer to him, touching each other one by one, teasing the increasingly hot atmosphere between the two, and then—suddenly lowered his head and kissed him heavily.
Xie Qingcheng was kissed deeply by him in the cold, and couldn't help groaning. He wanted to push him, but he held his wrist tightly.
"Brother... um..." As he kissed, he couldn't help touching and hugging him passionately.
The kiss is soulful, but deeper is the taste of lust.
He Yu hadn't lingered with Xie Qingcheng for too long, and he had been entangled with Xie Qingcheng again two days ago, and now he was hugging and drinking Xie Qingcheng, whose body was drenched and hot, it was inevitable that some laity should have. idea.
His breathing was a little short, and his black eyes met Xie Qingcheng's eyes in the dim light.
A few seconds later, He Yu's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Xie Qingcheng vaguely felt the danger, and he asked in a low voice, "He Yu, what are you doing?"
He Yu pressed against him, shaking slightly in the sound of the music, constantly rubbing against him.
The air between them became extremely hot, and their breathing became heavier.
"elder brother."
He Yu rubbed against him and said softly.
"I'm so thirsty..."
"… Then drink water."
"and hot."
"...then undress."
He Yu: "What about after taking it off?"
"Wherever it's cool, stay there."
He Yu ignored his bullshit, still rubbing against him, his Adam's apple rolled. He called Xie Qingcheng's wife for the first time in the depths of last night's stand, which was quite exciting. Now the atmosphere is just right, and Xie Qingcheng is still a little drunk, so he doesn't care too much about him, so he couldn't help but take the opportunity to yell After two times, he said in a low voice, "Wife, I want you to take it off with your own hands."
"...I'm your fucking dad."
"Godfather, I want you again."
"… "
"I want it now."
"… "
"I haven't touched you for so long before, it's been months, and one day was not enough yesterday. I still want you. Brother, you're so beautiful when you're drunk, and you're hot... I can't bear it anymore, I don't want to bear it anymore. I I want you now."
Xie Qingcheng was drowsy and had a cold taste: "You dare."
He Yu paused, his eyes seemed to darken a lot because of this.
Then he didn't say anything, suddenly took a deep breath, and answered Xie Qingcheng with action, whether he "dare" or not - the young man's head was full of enthusiasm, and he would not hesitate to say and do it. He grabbed Xie Qingcheng's wrist, pulled him out of the bar without saying a word, went straight to the front desk of the hotel, and snapped out a card.
"Open house."