Hearing the faint sound coming from under the door of the speakeasy, Nan Zhou took two steps closer with curiosity, but stopped again at the door, looking left and right.
The pianist asked him, "What are you looking for?"
Nan Zhou replied solemnly, "I'm looking for a topographic map of the safe exit."
… can be said to be very cautious.
The violin master laughed and his shoulders trembled: "Okay. I'll accompany you to find it."
Nan Zhou gave him some peripheral vision.
In his vague memory, it seemed that such a person also existed.
No matter what he does, he is always prone to staring at himself and laughing.
At first, Nan Zhou thought that he had done something wrong.
Later, Nan Zhou thought it was because he loved to laugh so much.
Later, when Nan Zhou found out that the smile he looked at himself was different from the way he looked at others, he couldn't figure out why.
But when Nan Zhou took a closer look, he realized that although the violinist in front of him was also smiling, the difference between that smile and the way he was facing others didn't seem to be much.
Seemingly warm and cheerful, but secretly with an indescribable alienation and vigilance.
The proportions are just right.
... So, it shouldn't be him.
Not the shadowy person who would be extra special to him.
Since the beginning of contact with the outside world, Nan Zhou's perception of human emotions has always been sharp and slow.
Sharp, because of his natural animal instincts.
Obtuse, because he couldn't understand why their emotions had such complicated and strange changes.
Before Nan Zhou could think clearly, he was held by the violinist's arm, stepped down a few concrete steps, and pushed open the door of the bar.
The sound of music with a strong alcohol smell mixed with the air-conditioning of only ten degrees, as if it was real, swept Nan Zhou into the dream of the world.
At this time, a heavy metal music with a strong sense of rhythm was playing in the speakers.
The NPC with headphones DJing wears a skull mask and raises a hand.
With only a good commanding arm and a rhythmic trend full of hints and agitation, he easily brought the rhythm of the audience.
With his movements, he revealed the intricate butterfly tattoos on his arms.
Noticing the butterfly tattoo, Nan Zhou suddenly remembered something, turned his wrist and looked at his wrist.
- It's empty there.
As if everything should be the way it should be.
The teammates quickly blended into the tempting atmosphere and frenetic beat, and dispersed and danced separately.
Orgy is the best narcotic.
With one injection, the dopamine secreted under the stimulation of sound and color can make people temporarily forget the pain that exists objectively.
The luthier is obviously more familiar with this place.
He walked in front, and familiarly led Nan Zhou to the bar counter, and said to the beautiful bartender, "Hello. I want a glass of 'Zombie', please bring a glass to my friend... "
Saying that, he looked at Nanzhou: "... Cider. Thank you."
Miss bartender winked like silk, leaned her body forward, and pressed her red lips into a seductive depression with a long silver spoon: "Sir, if the wine fee is your heart, I'd love to be with you. Do this business."
The luthier responded with a gentle smile.
He accepts such flirting with ease, without shyness.
After she turned around, Nan Zhou wondered, "Why does she want your heart?"
The piano teacher thought for a while and replied, "Probably because this is one of the three lines she can say to the guests under the system settings?"
Nan Zhou: "But she wants your heart..."
Nan Zhou: "Ah."
Nan Zhou: "I see, this is a metaphor."
The pianist was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.
He smiled very nicely, and even rubbed his head with a smile: "Student Nan, what exactly is in your head, can you tell me?"
This kind of feeling is very unfamiliar to Nanzhou, and it is also a bit novel.
Nan Zhou obediently gave him his head, and at the same time answered seriously: "It's the brain. It's divided into four parts..."
Next, he explained the structure of the brain in detail to the luthier.
And the luthier was obviously a lover of painting and anatomy, so he didn't interrupt him, but let him go on a little bit.
Nan Zhou liked the way others listened to him quietly.
It made him feel like he was not alone.
Probably because of talking too much to the piano master, Nan Zhou felt that the symptoms of thirst in his lips and throat were getting worse.
He began to look forward to the unarrived glass of cider.
…
In Jiang Fang's dream, he was also listening carefully to Nan Zhou's words.
In other words, he was tasting wine while watching Nan Zhou's lips opening and closing.
Probably because of the light, Nan Zhou's lips were too red in contrast to his glowing white skin, which made people wonder if he had painted something secretly.
When he realized that he actually wanted to reach out and touch Nan Zhou's lips, Jiang Fang's heart trembled.
A sense of ridiculousness mixed with disbelief came to his mind.
He thought that it was probably because he had not been drinking for too long.
The "zombie"'s drinking strength also came up a little too quickly.
… people and NPCs
Do not make jokes.
One ends up either leaving or dying here.
The other is destined to stay here forever.
Since there is no result, why do we need to start
Jiang Fang's reason clearly told him that it was stupid enough to just consider the possibility of this matter.
What's more, the figure of the mother's mad obsession, after many years, will still appear in Jiang Fang's dream, vividly in his mind.
He is crazy to try that cancer-like "love" again.
So Jiang Fang interrupted Nan Zhou at the right time to distract himself: "You were watching that DJ when you came in. Why?"
Nan Zhou: "I'm looking at his hand."... The tattoo on it.
Jiang Fang turned around and looked at DJ's thin forearm waving vigorously.
Jiang Fang quickly recognized the species: "It's a blue morpho butterfly."
He asked Nan Zhou, "Do you want it too?"
…
At the same time, Nan Zhou pursed his lips slightly.
He just felt that this thing was familiar and a little curious.
"I don't recommend it. It's very painful. You need to use a small needle with ink to poke it out." The musician raised his glass to him.
Nan Zhou asked, "Where do you have tattoos?"
However, the violinist took the initiative to ignore this question and avoid talking about it.
He said, "If you want, I can draw one for you."
Soon, the luthier found a black marker from the warehouse, pulled his left hand, and drew on his wrist.
The skin on the wrist is very sensitive.
There is a cold and strange feeling under the rubbing of the wet pen tip.
Nan Zhou quietly watched his drooping silver scorpion braid, his heart beating vigorously.
The feeling between familiarity and unfamiliarity made him unable to restrain his heartbeat, wanting to peep.
Nan Zhou felt that the piano master must have discovered it.
Because he suddenly asked, "Do you know Liang Zhu?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah. I've seen it. They fell in love, and in the end they turned into butterflies."
The qin master lowered his head and let go of Nan Zhou's hand: "But there are not many Liang Zhu in this world."
Nan Zhou looked at the black shadow on his left wrist with a slightly confused expression: "This is not a butterfly."
The piano master smiled and said, "Yes. This is just a chrysalis."
Nan Zhou looked up at him, more and more puzzled.
The qin master leaned on the edge of the bar with one elbow, looked at Nanzhou, and said with a smile: "When they fall in love, they will become butterflies. But many people, their love is blind like moths, fluttering into a flame, as long as they meet a little light, To jump on it without hesitation, and treat the companion who happened to meet on the lamppost as a companion, which is pitifully stupid."
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
He felt that the luthier seemed to be trying to educate him.
Nan Zhou asked, "So, is this also some kind of metaphor?"
The pianist nodded slightly.
Nan Zhou: "So I understand. You mean, don't fall in love."
Musician: "I mean, keep your head clear and don't talk about a relationship that won't work out in the first place."
"So, this is a wish." He lightly held Nan Zhou's left wrist and smiled, "Nan Zhou, when you meet someone you really like, it will become a butterfly."
Nan Zhou asked humbly: "Then when can I become a butterfly?"
Musician: "Wait until the person who should appear appears."
Nan Zhou: "Like you came to "Eternal Day" and I went to pick up my apple?"
Musician: "… "
Nan Zhou was also quite surprised by the words he blurted out.
He seemed to have regained some memories, but soon disappeared like sand.
He was actually a little pissed.
Nan Zhou is very sensitive to emotions.
He could understand that the luthier wanted to push him out on purpose, not allowing him to be friends with him anymore.
He just doesn't understand how exactly this process happens.
So he said indifferently, "This is also a metaphor."
The piano master smiled and changed the subject freely: "Is it too noisy here? Let's sit in a quieter place."
Because he was tempted to speak by the piano master, Nan Zhou never had time to take a sip of his own cider.
And when he was led by the luthier to a more remote deck, he was surrounded by other teammates who had already played high.
When the atmosphere became warm, Nan Zhou felt that the friendliness of these people to him inexplicably improved a lot.
… For Nan Zhou, this is also a very inexplicable emotional change worthy of study.
I was so afraid of myself before, why can I have such a happy conversation with myself now
"Nanzhou." The drunk man with ear studs put his shoulders on Nanzhou's shoulders full of question marks: "Can you swear?"
Nan Zhou asked: "Why do I say dirty words?"
"Vent your emotions." The earring man waved his hand, "Did you never say it?"
Nan Zhou: "No."
He never vented his emotions, he only thought about how to solve the problem.
… Oh, except for the sentence that I deliberately choked the luthier just now.
The man with earrings was full of passion: "Don't you think it's a special fuck? We, and you, are all people in the game now. Maybe, we and you will stay here and be teammates for life!"
Saying that, he slapped Nan Zhou on the shoulder vigorously: "We want to be teammates for life!"
Nan Zhou: "Oh."
The man with earrings is full of pride: "I'll teach you to swear to start!"
Nan Zhou: "Why?"
Earring man: "Friend, don't ask why!"
Nan Zhou: "We are not..."
Before he could correct the name of the earring man, the earring man clenched his fist fiercely and scolded the air, "Fuck it!"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Earring man: "…What does 'um' mean?"
Nan Zhou: "It means approval."
Earring male: "… "
The other teammates burst out laughing.
After this episode was over, they organized a lively board game.
And Nan Zhou was also inspired by the words of the man with ear studs.
After a brief prank, he wondered why the luthier rejected him.
He still wants to solve this problem.
The musicians sat outside the deck far away from them, sipping a newly ordered glass of water of life, watching the lively interactions from a distance.
Nan Zhou moved to his side, opened the door and asked, "…Why?"
The qin master smiled and asked, "Why does student Nan have so many questions?"
Nan Zhou: "Because I don't know you."
His knowledge of this person is infinitely close to blank.
He is more like the chrysalis painted on his wrist, spitting out black and soft silk threads, slowly wrapping himself in circles, not allowing himself to come into contact with a little light and warmth.
The luthier seemed to want him to stop asking questions, trying to change the subject: "Don't think about it, your lips are chapped. Drink some wine, it's not too strong."
Nan Zhou looked at him stubbornly.
The violinist had no way to deal with him. He smiled and spread his hands: "Okay, okay, let's play a game. You can drink as much as you want to know me."
Nan Zhou looked at him for a moment, and as expected, he obediently picked up the glass full of amber liquor and drank it all at once.
The pianist smiled slightly.
He thought his plan had been accomplished.
Unexpectedly, Nan Zhou grabbed the water of life in his hands, put it to his lips, and drank it equally quickly.
The white liquor slipped from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the collar of his shirt, making a slightly charming water mark.
In fact, when the glass of apple cider was eaten, a warm feeling steamed up from Nanzhou's lower abdomen.
After drinking the violinist's wine, Nan Zhou still wanted to get the wine bottle that the man with the ear studs casually placed on the obsidian table of the deck.
However, before his fingertips could reach the bottle, he leaned forward uncontrollably.
Extreme dizziness hit the apex of his heart.
The numb and itchy hot air gurgled along the blood vessels and quickly filled every capillary, causing his face to quickly flush red.
His lips, which were stained with a little transparent wine, opened, and he was a little flustered:
What's going on here? :,