The man punched nothing, and became more angry, and then he punched Yang Xuan again. Yang Xuan came to stop them, not to fight with the guests, he couldn't dodge it, he could only raise his arm to block the man's fist, the bone collided with the bone and made a muffled sound, which made others feel fleshy just listening to it. pain.
Holidays are the time when accidents occur frequently, and there are twice as many security guards on duty in the bar than usual. At this time, when they heard the sound of broken wine bottles and loud noises, several security guards quickly ran up from the corner of the stairs to deal with the situation .
"Hey! Go out and fight!" The security guard in the lead pointed at the drunken people with an electric baton, walked over with a heavy back, and shouted in a rough voice, "The police are waiting downstairs, who the hell wants to go in and squat tonight, You just do it."
He was tall and thick, and his tone of voice was much rougher than Yang Xuan's, and he yelled at several drunks who wanted to do something.
"Stop hitting," the man who punched was pulled by the arm of a woman with heavy makeup behind him, "you drink too much..."
The man shook off the woman's hand vigorously, and spat: "Fuck, bad luck!" Then he raised his finger and pointed at the person opposite, "You fucking be careful, I won't finish if I don't take off one of your legs." After finishing speaking, he took a few people behind him, brushed aside the crowd who came to watch the fun, pulled his face, and walked out of the billiard hall reeking of alcohol.
When the turmoil subsided, the onlookers dispersed one after another. The security guard who had just spoken looked at Yang Xuan and asked, "Are you all right?"
"It's okay." Yang Xuan looked as usual, as if the punch just now didn't hit his arm.
"That's fine," the man looked back at the stairs, and said with a smile, "You are still too civilized. If you encounter this kind of troublemaker, you can use the electric baton to drive them out."
"His arm was injured." Tang Junhe interjected at this moment.
Only then did the security guard see Tang Junhe behind Yang Xuan, raised one eyebrow in surprise, and looked at this surprisingly beautiful boy.
Tang Junhe reached out and grabbed Yang Xuan's wrist, grabbed it and brought it in front of the man, pointed to the spot hit by the fist and said, "It's all green."
Working as a security guard in a bar, it is inevitable to fight with people who have drunk too much and make troubles on weekdays. Bumps and bumps are common. As long as there is no large area of blood, no one will take it seriously. The security guard looked at Tang Junhe's serious expression, held back a smile and asked Yang Xuan: "Xuan'er, who is this?"
Yang Xuan didn't speak, but just retracted his arms calmly, trying to avoid Tang Junhe's hand holding his wrist.
But Tang Junhe didn't intend to let go, instead he held on tighter, and introduced himself: "I'm his younger brother."
"You still have a younger brother?" The man was even more surprised, "I never heard of it before."
"Brother Jiao, take him downstairs." Yang Xuan showed no fluctuations on his face, "It's not safe today."
"Okay, then I'll take him down first." The security guard called "Brother Jiao" by Yang Xuan raised his hand and embraced Tang Junhe's shoulders without hesitation, as if hugging his own little brother, bowed his head and said, "Let's go." younger brother?"
"I'm not your brother," Tang Junhe smelled the smell of smoke and sweat on his body, and broke away from his arm with a cold face, "I'm not going either."
"Yang Xuan is my brother, and his younger brother is my younger brother." Brother Jiao's heart was as huge as his body, and he didn't mind Tang Junhe's cold attitude. He was still joking and patted him on the back and said, "Let's go, you Brother’s fist is stiff, you’re holding him back if you stay.”
Tang Junhe didn't want to go downstairs with him, but his thin young figure couldn't bear Brother Jiao's forceful pull, and wanted to reach out to grab Yang Xuan's arm, but Yang Xuan turned and walked towards the window sill.
"Don't get tired of your brother," Brother Jiao held him by the shoulders and led him to the stairs. "Your brother is at work, do you know? If something happens later, I will take care of you—"
"What's the matter?" Brother Jiao was interrupted by a person who was walking upstairs in the middle of speaking.
"Oh, Xuan'er's brother," Brother Jiao explained, "It's not that there is so much trouble today, Yang Xuan asked me to take him down."
The person upstairs is the manager on duty at the bar today. Hearing what he said, he took a special look at Tang Junhe: "Yang Xuan still has a younger brother? How about Brother Jiao, you go and replace Yang Xuan, Brother Xu and his sister are here , Yang Xuan reckons that today's class will not be worth it, Qixi Festival..."
"Fuck, why doesn't a girl fall in love with me?" Brother Jiao was a little depressed, and then said straightforwardly, "Okay, then I'll replace him." After finishing speaking, he turned to Tang Junhe and said, "You too Go back, your brother will spend the night with his sister, so he probably won't have time to talk to you." After speaking, he stepped up the stairs.
"Who?" Tang Junhe asked the manager on duty.
"Yang Xuan's girlfriend." The man said perfunctorily.
"Yang Xuan doesn't have a girlfriend." Tang Junhe looked at him and corrected him in a straight voice.
His tone was so serious that the manager on duty couldn't help but look at him again, and smiled: "Not now, but there will be in a while."
Just as he was talking, Yang Xuan came down from upstairs, and asked the manager on duty while going downstairs: "Brother Wen, what's the matter?"
"Ying Hui came to visit you for Qixi Festival," the manager on duty raised his hand and patted Yang Xuan's shoulder, "Go, I'll let Brother Jiao watch over it."
Ying Hui is the cousin of Mr. Xu, the investor in the bar. No one in the bar does not know that she likes Yang Xuan. She came to find Yang Xuan. Naturally, Yang Xuan will not be on duty tonight.
"It's agreed that I'll watch the billiard hall before eleven o'clock." Hearing what he said, Yang Xuan turned around and went upstairs, "I'll go up and replace Brother Jiao."
"Hey—don't embarrass me," the manager on duty took two quick steps forward and grabbed his arm, "Mr. Xu's cousin is more useful than Mr. Xu. Do you want me to lose my job? I have to live, what shift is on, if you are on duty again, I will deduct your wages... "
When the man spoke, there was a trace of obscenity in his eyes, and it was not difficult to guess what he was thinking.
Yang Xuan frowned and said, "I don't have a relationship with her on Chinese Valentine's Day."
"Yang Xuan!" A sweet female voice came from below the stairs.
The three of them looked down at the same time—Ying Hui came over at some point, holding on to the handrail of the stairs with one hand, and looked up at them.
"You come down first." She raised her other hand, hooked the palm towards herself, and signaled Yang Xuan to go downstairs with anticipation.
"Brother Xuan," Feng Bo also came over, leaning against the other wall panting, "Sister Hui insists on coming, I can't persuade her..." He was halfway through speaking, when he saw Tang Junhe standing next to him, "Huh? Why is he here too?"
"Okay, let's go." The manager on duty grabbed Yang Xuan's arm without any explanation, and pulled him downstairs.
Tang Junhe also followed them down the stairs.
Yang Xuan went downstairs and said politely to Anhui, "What's the matter? I have to be on duty at night."
"He's not on duty, so it's cancelled." The manager on duty gave Ying Hui an assist before leaving.
Ying Hui has long hair and shawls, delicate nude makeup on her face, and a brightly colored dress, revealing her white and slender limbs. As soon as she appeared in the bar, the guests in the hall kept turning their heads to look at her.
Upstairs is full of noisy voices, next door is loud and noisy electronic dance music, and then facing Ying Hui's expectant and shy eyes, Yang Xuan feels a little headache-he thought that he had explained enough last time, but he never thought of it. After a few months, Ying Hui made a comeback with enthusiasm.
"Go out and talk." Yang Xuan walked in front. When passing by the front desk of the bar, the bartender blew a corner whistle at them.
Yang Xuan pushed open the door of the bar and walked out. He walked all the way to the opposite side of the road under the shade of trees, and stopped when he could hardly hear the faint sound of music from the bar.
"Hey, be sensible." Feng Bo tugged Tang Junhe's arm from behind, implying that he should stay away from him.
But Tang Junhe acted as if he had never heard of it, walked over and stood next to Yang Xuan, and waited with him for Ying Hui to speak.
Feng Bo was short of breath, he came over and grabbed Tang Junhe's T-shirt, and pulled him away.
Tang Junhe was dragged by him and staggered a step to the side, then reached out and pulled the T-shirt out of Feng Bo's fingers, and looked at him coldly.
Feng Bo scolded impatiently: "Fuck, the two of you are confessing your love, who are you, you, come together and be a light bulb."
"I'm his younger brother," Tang Junhe looked at him blankly and asked, "Who are you?"
"You are so embarrassed to say you," Feng Bo sneered, looking at him from head to toe, "You are his brother, but he is not your brother."
Tang Junhe retorted calmly: "It's not your turn to say it."
"Oh, it's your turn, Saner—"
In the middle of speaking, Yang Xuan suddenly turned his face and said, "Feng Bo." The voice was not high, but the meaning of warning was obvious.
Feng Bo immediately fell silent, and gave Tang Junhe a pale look.
When the flags died down over there, Ying Hui took out a long black box with exquisite packaging from behind, handed it to Yang Xuan and said, "This is for you."
Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't speak and didn't reach out to take it, Ying Hui explained: "It's chocolate, for you to eat."
Yang Xuan frowned slightly, turned his face to look in another direction: "I thought I made it very clear last time."
"Ah, yes," Ying Hui seemed to be aware of her abruptness, lowered her voice, and said softly, "I think, maybe there is still a possibility of trying..."
"That's not possible." Yang Xuan refused bluntly, this time his attitude was far less tactful than last time.
Ying Hui didn't expect such an indifferent answer waiting for her, she was a little stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she was so wronged that she almost cried.
Seeing her tears in her eyes, Yang Xuan patiently explained: "It has nothing to do with you, it's my own problem, and you know something about my family's situation."
"But, you always have a girlfriend, you always want to get married," Ying Hui almost choked up, "I don't believe you will be like this all your life."
Compared to her agitation, Yang Xuan could almost be called unreasonable. He said calmly, "We'll talk about the future later."
People passing by all turned their heads to look at them, and Ying Hui realized that she was a little aggressive. She calmed down, and then whispered in a slightly coquettish tone: "You have to take the chocolate, after all Bought it."
Yang Xuan still said indifferently: "I don't like eating chocolate."
Ying Hui insisted this time: "If you don't take it, then I won't take today's rejection seriously."
Yang Xuan's patience was exhausted. Just as he was about to say "up to you", an abrupt and crisp voice came from behind: "I like chocolate."
Ying Hui looked at the source of the voice in a daze, and saw Tang Junhe looking at her with an expression that didn't look like he was joking.
"Fuck, why are you making trouble?" Feng Bo straightened up from the tree trunk, just about to reach out to pat him, but saw him walking towards Ying Hui.
"Ah?" Ying Hui didn't expect that the love chocolate she was about to give away would be cut off halfway, and said in a daze, "Do you want to eat this?"
Tang Junhe nodded to her almost sincerely, and asked again: "Is that okay? I want to change with you."
As a senior face controler, Ying Hui has a good impression of good-looking people. Although she is not very happy with such an ignorant Tang Junhe, she can't be ashamed to attack him. Yang Xuan would never accept this box of chocolates, so he rolled his eyes and said in a different way: "Then give it to you, as if it was Yang Xuan who gave it to you."
"You gave it to me," Tang Junhe said seriously, "I want to exchange it with you."
"Oh..." Ying Hui failed to change the idea secretly, and he couldn't take back the chocolate he gave, so he handed him the chocolate and agreed, "Okay, I'll give it to you, but you don't have to change it with me."
"I want to change it, you wait." Tang Junhe took the chocolate and ran towards the bar.
Ying Hui turned to look at Yang Xuan in a daze, "What is he going to exchange with me?"
"I don't know, I'm on duty, you guys go home early." After Yang Xuan finished speaking, he also walked towards the bar.
Walking into the bar, he saw Tang Junhe standing at the bar, talking to the waiter, and pointing at the row of exquisite boxes at the front desk. Yang Xuan felt that his younger brother really didn't play cards according to common sense. He often couldn't figure out what was going on in his head.
Yang Xuan withdrew his gaze and walked towards the second floor.
Outside the bar, Feng Bo leaned over casually: "Sister Hui, have you given up this time?"
"Shut up." Ying Hui glared at him.
Feng Bo shrugged, and looked at the bar curiously: "I said, we really have to wait for him?"
"Wait a minute," Ying Hui said indifferently, "I'm quite curious what he will give me in exchange."
A few minutes later, Tang Junhe pushed the door out from the bar, holding another exquisite box, Ying Hui recognized that it was the liquor chocolate sold at the front desk of the bar, when she was waiting for Yang Xuan at the front desk, she came out Yu looked a few more times out of curiosity.
The packaged wine chocolates are very valuable. Tang Junhe just said that he would exchange with her, so it was not a joke.
"You really want to change it with me?" Ying Hui smiled embarrassedly, "Forget it, I'll give you some food. Anyway, Yang Xuan didn't intend to accept it, so you can return it."
"I said I would change it." Tang Junhe insisted.
"If you want to change it, why give it to me for free?" Feng Bo stretched out his hand to take it and said, "I'll take it for her, and I don't owe you anything." After speaking, he turned around and urged Hui, "Let's go, Sister Hui, don't wait for nothing. gone."
Reluctantly, Ying Hui looked up at the billiard hall on the second floor, said "Yes", and then said to Tang Junhe: "Then let's go, goodbye."
Tang Junhe nodded and walked in the other direction. It has been two hours since he went out, Tang Xiaonian is going home soon, he has to get home before Tang Xiaonian.
Feng Bo walked forward, looked back at Tang Junhe frequently, and guessed: "I said Sister Hui, that kid won't have a crush on you, right?"
Ying Hui was immersed in the grief of being rejected, and said sullenly, "What?"
"Otherwise, why would I want to exchange chocolates with you?" He held the box of liqueur chocolates over and over, "This thing is not cheap."
Ying Hui denied his guess: "If you have a crush on me, then you can give it away instead of exchanging it, okay?"
"It's too obvious to give away..." Feng Bo continued to find reasons for his guess, "It doesn't look like he has the guts to give someone chocolate, so it can only be used as a pretense."
Ying Hui curled her lips partly and said, "Whether it's true or not, anyway, I'm not interested in having a sister-brother relationship."
Yang Xuan stayed at the bar until 11 o'clock, changed shifts, and was about to go home from get off work. Before he left, he was suddenly stopped by the bartender at the front desk: "Yang Xuan, your brother and you are still rivals in love?"
Yang Xuan didn't understand, so he said, "Huh?"
"I see he bought a box of liqueur chocolates for Ying Hui," the bartender grabbed a box at the front desk and shook it at him, "it's not cheap."
Yang Xuan asked casually, "How much?"
"578, the key point is that he hasn't brought any money, you know." The bartender pointed at the credit book beside him and said, "Here, there is an IOU."
Yang Xuan took a look at the box of chocolates, and said after a while, "I'll pay for him."
"What's the situation?" The bartender laughed jokingly, "Your brother is your rival in love."
Yang Xuan was too lazy to explain to him, took out his wallet and said casually, "If he likes it, I won't snatch it from him." He counted six one-hundred sheets, handed them to the waiter at the front desk, and said, "Sister Yi, help me with the bill. Sell it."
"Either I was always envious of people with older brothers when I was young, so I'll let it go," the waiter took the money and refunded him another 100, "Oh, it's not easy for my brother to earn money. Give it a discount." After receiving the money, she tore off the IOU and handed it to Yang Xuan along with the hundred yuan.
Yang Xuan didn't say anything, took a look at it, folded the IOU, and stuffed it into his wallet.
After leaving the bar, Yang Xuan took a taxi to go home. There are a lot of people on the night of Qixi Festival, it is already past 11 o'clock, and you can still see many couples in pairs. The passing taxis were almost full of people. Yang Xuan walked forward and looked at the cars on the side of the road. It took almost half an hour to get a taxi.
It was almost twelve o'clock when we got home, and the whole corridor was quiet. Yang Xuan took the elevator upstairs, took out the key and unlocked it, and then pushed the door to enter the house. While changing shoes, there was a door opening sound behind him, which was very clear in the dark and silent room.
Without looking back, Yang Xuan also knew that the sound of the door opening came from Tang Junhe's room.