Just like Lin Ruoxue said, An He had "no problem" with girls and had had several girlfriends, but ever since... An He didn't continue to reminisce. In short, he is now more interested in men than girls.
After seeing the girl with long black hair at the boiling point that day, he thought about her for a few days, but only those few days. If the girl with long black hair had not appeared in front of him again in such a cool way today, he would have forgotten about this super cool girl who played the drums.
But the feeling today was a little different from that day at the boiling point. An He stood on the steps and watched the man with long black hair slowly park the Bombardier in the parking space of the bar, and then walk towards the steps. Even when he was right in front of him, he still couldn't figure out what was different.
Maybe it was because I didn’t wear a mask today? Or was it because the lights were brighter than that day
The long straight black hair was very beautiful, which was somewhat beyond An He's expectations.
It wasn't until the black-haired girl's eyes met his own that he came to his senses. This was Ye Ge. Was this girl here to join in the fun or...
He didn't turn his eyes away. After meeting the long black hair, he saw a smile, with a hint of subtle mockery in the eyes and at the corners of the mouth.
He didn't mind, he curled the corners of his mouth and smiled back.
The man with long black hair turned around and walked up the steps into Ye Ge.
After An He entered, he did not see the figure with long black hair. The dim lights and high-decibel music made him dizzy for a moment.
When they found the table reserved by Lin Ruoxue, Lin Ruoxue was holding a cigarette and competing with Song Zhibin in blowing out cigarettes. Sitting next to her was a pretty-looking girl.
"Come, let me introduce you to my best friend, An He." Lin Ruoxue patted the girl's arm and pointed at An He with a smile, "Call me brother."
"He... He, Brother He," the girl heaved for a long time, and finally smiled a little embarrassedly, "My name is Li Ting."
"Stop laughing, just follow them and call me Anzi." An He smiled and sat down, then turned his head to look around.
"Anzi, I want to ask you something," Liu Jiang, who was sitting opposite, shouted at An He, "My cousin's son will be in high school next semester and will go to your No. 18 Middle School. He wants to choose a class. Does your school have a good head teacher to recommend to me?"
An He pointed at himself: "Me."
"You will be teaching the first grade next year! I'm talking to you seriously!" Liu Jiang slapped the table.
"You are telling me something serious in Yege..." An He took out a cigarette and lit it, "Call me tomorrow and tell me."
"OK."
When An He looked around for the third time, Lin Ruoxue pulled his arm: "Hey, hey, hey."
"What?" An He picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.
"What are you looking at? Did you find the target when you came in?" Lin Ruoxue asked with a smile.
"No," An He leaned close to her ear, "I looked at the drummer when I came in."
“Really?” Lin Ruoxue immediately leaned forward to look around, “Is he coming in?”
"Why are you in such a hurry? You're still with someone," An He smiled and glanced at Li Ting who was chatting loudly with Liu Jiang and the others, "and even if she comes, it doesn't mean it's the real deal."
"I told you I'm not interested in anyone taller than me," Lin Ruoxue said with a sigh. After a while, she started laughing again, very happy. "I was mourning for you. It's so hard to find a girl I'm attracted to, and I met her in Yege."
An He smiled and said nothing.
"Forget it, don't be depressed, comfort yourself quickly," Lin Ruoxue picked up her cup and shook it in front of him, "Anyway, you prefer men, don't you?"
"Yeah." An He took the cup and clinked it with her.
man
He suddenly felt what that different feeling he had when he saw the long black straight hair before was.
Long straight black hair is very beautiful.
Very handsome too.
Yes, he is handsome, but this kind of handsomeness does not belong to women.
Sometimes An He also thinks Lin Ruoxue is handsome, but that is the kind of handsomeness that comes from a girl’s bones.
The sudden dimming of the light interrupted Anhe's messy thoughts. The stage was illuminated by staggered spotlights. Three men in thongs and long boots walked onto the stage, twisting their bodies to the music. They pulled the poles on the stage and began to dance. Every move was provocative.
An He looked for a while and then looked towards Liu Jiang and Song Zhibin. These guys all wanted to see the girls' thighs and breasts, and they were actually looking at them very enthusiastically.
There was one dancer who was pretty good. An He thought he looked pleasing to the eye. The man pulled the pole and turned around. When he reached under his body, An He took out a cigarette and lit another one.
Just as he took a puff, a disgusted voice came from behind him, calling him in a long tone: "An--He--"
An He's hands trembled, and the cigarette almost fell on his pants. He didn't turn around, but Ye Ge could hear the sound every time he came back. Lin Ruoxue turned around and smiled at the person behind him, and also stretched out her voice: "Little - Ju - Zi -"
"Sister Ruoxue, can you please not call me by the wrong name?" The person who came up from behind sat down on the sofa next to An He.
This man is called Cheng Mo, and he is Ye Ge’s account manager. He is not very old, but he has worked here for many years. The more familiar customers call him Xiaochengzi, but Lin Ruoxue insists on calling him Xiaojuzi.
"It's been a while since I last saw you here," Cheng Mo smiled as he leaned close to An He's ear, took his cup and took a sip, then looked at Liu Jiang and said, "Your friends look strange. Is this your first time here?"
"Well," An He smiled, "You need to have a couple of drinks."
"Of course you will," Cheng Mo waved to the waiter behind him, "Bring the wine!"
Cheng Mo was a heavy drinker and quite noisy. Liu Jiang had originally wanted to compete with him, but in half an hour he was so drunk that his tongue was curled due to all the teasing and provocation.
“Brother, He He,” Cheng Mo sat back next to An He with the bottle of wine, leaned against him, and poured a glass of wine, “If your friend can’t do it, let’s do it together.”
An He didn't say much, he took the cup and drank it all. He couldn't refuse to drink with Cheng Mo, so he just did it to save him from making trouble: "You are quite free today."
"What are you doing here?" Cheng Mo also drank the wine and pinched An He's waist. "There are many acquaintances here today, and I'm hanging out here only because I saw you..."
An He smiled without saying anything. He touched Cheng Mo's leg and wanted to ask him several times if he knew the girl with long black hair, but he didn't say anything in the end.
Cheng Mo played with them for nearly an hour, and had someone bring wine to the table before he got up and walked somewhere else. Looking at the way these people were staggering and laughing foolishly, An He estimated that they would all lie down in another hour.
He stretched his arms, stretched his legs and half-lay on the sofa. The show changed on the stage and they started to attract guests to make some noise. Everyone on and off the stage shouted.
After watching for a while, he pulled his clothes and stood up. He said to a few people who were shouting and laughing that he was going to the toilet, and squeezed into the crowd to go to the toilet.
There were people all around him, but the light was too dim, so he never saw Black Long Straight again. In the middle of the journey, he was grabbed on the buttocks twice, and the grabs were quite hard, as if he was practicing kung fu. Even when he turned his head, he couldn't tell who grabbed him.
When they reached the corridor leading to the toilet, there were fewer people and the noise was much quieter. An He let out a long sigh. Only now did he feel dizzy. Cheng Mo had just made him drink a lot of wine and he had been sitting there. He didn't feel anything because of the noise all around him. Now that there was no one around him, he felt a little shaky under his feet.
He walked to the bathroom and planned to wash his face.
He walked around the two men who were kissing passionately against the wall next to the toilet and was about to walk into the men's toilet when a man came out from inside. He almost bumped into him with his head down.
An He took a step back and was about to say sorry, but when he looked up he was stunned.
He looked at the sign in front of him and it was indeed the men's restroom.
The man with long black hair ignored him, brushed past him and walked to the other end of the corridor.
There is a fire door on the other side of the corridor. After going out, you have to turn two corners to get to the street. Generally, people who are not familiar with the bar will not go out from there.
An He held onto the wall, turned around without hesitation and quickly followed, calling out behind Hei Changzhi: "Hey."
The long black hair stopped, turned his head to look at him, with no expression on his face.
"You..." An He opened his mouth but suddenly didn't know what to say. His expression was the same as the day when he faced the guy who sent flowers at the back door of Boiling Point, so cold that it made people feel pressured.
"I've seen you perform," An He thought for a moment. When he spoke, he felt that his tongue was a little big, so he had to control his speech speed. "At the boiling point... You play drums very well. Can I have your phone number?"
The man with long black hair stared at him for a long time, then turned around, opened the fire door, and said, "Thank you" as he walked in.
The thank you was said casually and in a low voice, but it stunned An He.
The voice is not deep, but a little hoarse, with a sexy magnetism.
This couldn't be the girl's voice.
An He suddenly felt that his previous messy guesses seemed to become clear.
The man with long black hair had already opened the door and entered the fire escape, and was walking very quickly. When An He chased after him, he could no longer see him.
"Wait!" An He shouted, ran two steps, turned the corner, and tried to grab the man's arm.
The man frowned, looked back, raised his arm and dodged Anhe's hand.
An He felt very dizzy. He had no accuracy in his grab. After he missed the target, he lost his balance. In order to keep his balance, he grabbed the man in the air again and hooked his fingers into his long black hair.
He quickly pulled his hand back. He only wanted to pull the arm, not the hair.
But his fingers did not slip out of his hair in time, but instead hooked and pulled towards him.
"I'm sorry..." An He was only halfway through his apology before he could no longer speak. He was stunned for a long time before adding, "Handsome guy, your wig fell off."
He pulled the beautiful long black hair directly off the person's head, revealing the black hairnet.
wig
An He never expected such a scene to happen. It was not until the wig he was holding in his hand was taken away that he suddenly felt like laughing. So he leaned against the wall and started laughing: "Damn, you are such a man..."
The man didn't say anything, his eyes were cold. After staring at An He for a long time, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach.
Anhe suddenly felt a huge pain spreading throughout his body, and he bent over, holding his stomach.
Before he could recover, the man's elbow had already hit him hard on the back.
The two blows were very powerful. An He had drunk alcohol and was already dizzy. After the two blows, a black flower with gold inlay flashed before his eyes. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, slowly falling forward.
"But you're so unprofessional," An He said with his forehead on the ground, panting and gritting his teeth, "At least pad your chest, it's so... flat!"
The man kicked An He in the ribs, and the excruciating pain made An He grit his teeth and unable to speak.
The man squatted down beside him, grasped his arm and turned him over while he was hunched over with his face facing down.
An He frowned, his eyes blurred, and in the dizziness and pain that lasted for a long time, he saw the man pulling off the hairnet on his head, and a few strands of hair fell on his forehead.
"Does it hurt?" The man reached out and pinched Anhe's chin, looking at him seriously.
An He said nothing, he was speechless, every breath he took caused unbearable pain in his ribs.
"You want my phone number?" The man smiled, reached out and touched An He's body, took out his phone from his trouser pocket, lowered his head and pressed a few times on the phone, then put the phone back and patted his face, "If you're not dead, call me tomorrow to seek revenge."
She looked pretty when she smiled. Anhe closed his eyes. He felt a little sleepy.
He could feel the man stand up, stay beside him for a moment, then step over him, and the sound of footsteps gradually fade away.
Everything around me became quiet and the pain seemed to disappear.
An He slept very deeply and had a lot of dreams, but he had no idea what they were all about.
When he woke up, he couldn't open his eyes. The sunlight coming in from the window filled the whole room. He pulled the quilt over his head.
Just when he was about to turn over and continue sleeping on his stomach, he suddenly felt pain all over his body. The pain made him unable to turn over even halfway.
Then I felt a headache and a throbbing pain in my temple.
Drunk? An He thought dazedly.
He seldom gets drunk, and when he does he seldom has a headache the next day, and a severe, flaring headache like this is even rarer.
He lay under the quilt with his eyes closed. After a few minutes, he slowly woke up, but he was still confused about what happened last night and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
The one with long black hair is a man.
He ripped off the beautiful wig.
With the hairnet tied around my head, I look like a nun.
So he got kicked.
I don't know why he even bothered to mention that the chest is flat.
Then he got kicked again.
And then fell asleep
An He lifted the quilt, adjusted to the sunlight filling the room, opened his eyes, and confirmed that this was his bedroom.
He couldn't remember what happened afterwards. He slowly sat up and saw a piece of paper on the bedside table. He picked it up and took a look.
You collapsed in the passage behind Ye Ge's door. We didn't know why you were drunk or beaten. We stripped you naked and checked you. There were bruises but no wounds or broken bones. You were in good shape. Call us when you wake up.
The signature is Lin Ruoxue.
An He smiled at the message, his ribs aching a little. He lifted his clothes and took a look. He saw a bruise extending from his left rib to his stomach. He stood up and looked at his back in the mirror. His back was also bruised.
After entering college, he hadn't had a fight or been beaten up again. It had been a long time since he had experienced being beaten up as if he had run 5,000 meters after not exercising for three years.
What was even rarer was that An He felt that he was not particularly angry.
He took a shower with gritted teeth and felt much better. After calling a small store in the community to send him a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge, An He turned on the speaker, took his phone and sat on the sofa.
There is a newly saved mobile phone number in the address book, and the name marked is, the person who beat you up.
An He pressed edit and changed the name to - Wig.
If you're not dead, call me tomorrow and seek revenge.
The words floated through his mind, the voice arrogant and sexy.
An He held the phone in his hand and turned it over and over again. Should he make this call
If this person was really a girl, he might not be interested in making this call. Of course, the possibility of being beaten up by a girl like this is unlikely.
But now this is a man.
The owner of the shop brought him the porridge and also gave him a portion of dumplings.
After An He slowly finished his porridge and dumplings, he picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.
Wig calling...
After several rings, someone answered the phone: "Hello."
An He recognized the voice immediately and had to say that the man had a good voice.
"Do you know who I am?" An He asked as he took a cup of coffee from the coffee machine and drank it slowly.
The person on the other end asked in a cold tone: "Are your bones broken?"
"No." Anhe said.
"Then there's no need to seek revenge, just go back to sleep." The person on the other end seemed to be getting ready to hang up.
An He smiled and asked slowly, "What do you look like without makeup?"
There was silence for a while before he answered: "Want to see it?"
"Um."
"Come and see."
"Just because my bones aren't broken doesn't mean I'm not injured." An He slowly pulled all the curtains in the room. The sun was shining brightly, but he was not used to having the room filled with sunlight. He felt inexplicably insecure.
"I can't leave," the voice on the other end remained unchanged, "I need to review."
An He was stunned. Student
An He didn't say anything. He had no interest in students and would think of them as the group of half-grown children in his own class.
"Are you coming?" The voice on the other end suddenly changed, from calm to a normal question.
This voice tickled An He's heart. He sat on the sofa and asked, "Which school are you from?"
The school name was reported: "Branch campus, on the North Third Ring Road."
An He was stunned. He knew this school. It was a very ordinary junior college, but their branch campus was quite famous...
He couldn't help but ask, "What's your major?"
"Funeral."