Why are the stars indifferent

The boom is very lively every day.

As the most popular gay in this area, when Cheng Zai and Zhan Le went, there were many people there, all of them were men, and there were also a few women who were leaning on the sofa with their arms around each other, talking and laughing. ahead.

Before Xie Lin and the others came to the stage, after ordering wine, Cheng took Zhan Le to open a booth, sitting on the sofa, watching the people coming and going around, neither of them spoke first.The ambiguous lamp made it difficult to breathe, Zhan Le poured himself a glass of wine, and approached the sofa with the glass.

The light was too dim, Cheng Zai couldn't see what he was looking at, so he could only pour himself a glass of wine.

Not long after, Xie Rin came over. I don't know how she saw them in the crowd. When she came over, she saw Cheng Zai who was on the opposite side, she was taken aback for a moment, then sat next to Zhan Le, and said, "How long have you been here?"

Zhan Le raised his eyes and looked at Xu Tong who was squeezing towards him from behind, raised his eyebrows and said, "Just came."

"I'll go up when the one on the stage finishes singing." Xie Lin leaned back on the sofa, stretched his arms and stretched his waist, "take a video for me."

"Huh? Okay," Zhan Le smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Shall I wave a light stick for you?"

Xie Rin raised his lips and smiled without speaking.

Zhan Le sat up straight again and poured himself a glass of wine.

They were sitting a bit off the side. To record a video for Xie Lin, they had to straighten their arms and lean out to get a full shot of their faces. Zhan Le kept holding his mobile phone and went to the stage to record.

Xie Rin's song is more sentimental. She sat on a stool and sang softly with her guitar in her arms. The lights in the bar were also adjusted to a cooler color. When the guitar plucked the last string, Xu Tong next to her suddenly broke out. Bass solo, from slow to fast, Xie Rin stood up from the stool, raised his head, and the drummer also stepped into the drumbeat at this moment, pushing the atmosphere to the peak in an instant.

Zhan Le kept recording until his hands were sore before he took the phone back, shook his arms and said, "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Go." Cheng Zai said.

Zhan Le stood up and walked towards the toilet. Cheng Zai kept staring at him, seeing that he was rubbed on the back and arms by several people as he passed the dance floor. After one glance, he said something and turned into the toilet.

Cheng Zai frowned, and put the finished wine bottle into the basket beside him. Before he could take out the next bottle, someone beside him suddenly shouted in surprise and doubt: "Cheng Zai?"

"Huh?" Cheng Zai raised his head, looked at the people next to him and thought for a long time before he remembered that it was the man introduced to him by Ji's mother, who was also a doctor, and his name was something.

"Qi Cheng," Qi Cheng pointed to himself, "Do you not remember me?"

"Where can it be?" Cheng Zai smiled, "I remember."

The upsurge of Zhan Le's appointment tonight is completely forced by conditions.The back of his hand still hurts a little right now. When he first went to the toilet, he looked at it, and there was even a piece of blue on the back of his hand, and he didn't know how hard he fell on it.

He pursed his lips, washed his hands and went out from the toilet, and didn't dare to squeeze from the dance floor anymore. This group of people was so fucking cruel. When he just passed by, he didn't know who his butt was touched and turned his head. I touched it, this time I simply went back from the side, and before I got there, there was already someone sitting on the spot where I looked up.

He is a pretty good-looking person, about the same age as Cheng Zai, with thin lips that curl up when he smiles, which is very good-looking.

The man didn't know what he was talking to Cheng, he was laughing all the time, he reached out his hand after laughing, and shook hands with Cheng Zai before leaving.

Zhan Le walked back a few steps, sat down, and couldn't help asking, "Who was that guy just now?"

"Did you see it?" Cheng Zai glanced at him, "A friend, we chatted a few times when we met by chance."

"Let's just chat," Zhan Le frowned, "It's fucking hands-on."

"That's called shaking hands." Cheng Zai corrected.

Xie Rin over there has already finished singing and called it a day. He is probably packing up the equipment in the background, and he will come here later and ask them to have supper together.

The bar temporarily played pure music on demand from the computer, and people calmed down, and they could hear laughter and conversation from time to time.

Zhan Le put the wine glass on the table, and stretched out his hand to Cheng Zai: "Come."

Cheng Zai watched him without moving.

"Shake hands." Zhan Le said.

"Hey..." Cheng Zai sighed, stretched out his hand to shake Zhan Le's, squeezed his hand again, and muttered something, but Zhan Le couldn't catch him.

Cheng Zai's hands are beautiful, with clean and round nails and well-defined knuckles. He is especially good at controlling the strength when he flicks his brains. There are also a few times when he can't master it well. Knead twice.

The two of them shook hands across the table as if they had signed some important contract, neither of them opened their mouths. When the scene became more and more strange, Cheng Zai finally made the move to withdraw his hand. He yanked it down, and pulled it towards him violently. Cheng Zai was dragged almost to the table. He could only support himself with one arm, and said with difficulty: "Your sister is here."

Zhan Le withdrew his hand and stared at Cheng Zai for two seconds before wiping the sweat from his palms on his pants. He was stunned for another two seconds and looked up at Xie Rin and Xu who had been looking at them for some time. Tong.

Zhan Le's heart beat as if it missed two beats, and then the sound of the heartbeat exploded in his ears, and he suddenly experienced a kind of panic that he had never felt before.

Xie Lin didn't say anything, but kept pursing his lips, his eyes kept sweeping over Zhan Le, and then on Cheng Zai to glance at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was nothing unusual when eating supper with the band members, and Zhan Le sat beside Cheng, not even daring to glance there from the corner of the eye.

Zhan Le couldn't figure out what he was afraid of, what he was cowardly about, but he had never been so entangled in wanting to see someone and not wanting to see someone.

When they were almost done eating, Xie Lin said to go to the canteen to buy some snacks and take them back to eat. Xu Tong was about to get up, but she said, "Brother, come and do me a favor."

"Ah." Zhan Le glanced at Xu Tong who was sitting back again, and replied, "Here we come."

They went to the small night market last time, and the place Xie Lin brought Zhan Le to is also the entrance of the small shop where he beat him to the ground last time, Zhan Le always has a feeling that he will be pushed to the ground again in the next second illusion.

Xie Lin bought some potato chips, bubble gum, and some drinks, probably for several people, carrying three pockets full.

The night wind blew fast, blowing her hair up, and the tip of her nose and cheeks were also a little red. I don't know if it was because of drinking or the cold.

After the two walked forward in silence for a while, Xie Rin suddenly said, "I asked you something, but I made a mistake...don't worry too much."

Zhan Le put away the hand holding the plastic bag, and the sound of plastic rubbing was heard, which changed his vague voice: "Yeah."

Xie Lin was still walking forward, walking very slowly, and his speech slowed down: "Who did you send that soup you stewed last night?"

Zhan Le swallowed, his throat was tense: "...Cheng Zai."

"Are you looking for him this morning?" Xie Lin asked.

"Yeah." Zhan Le responded.

Then there was a long silence.

They had already walked back to the bustling night market. The oily smoke billowed in the air and rushed towards the high-altitude lights and then disappeared. The water on the ground reflected dazzling light spots. They walked back to the stall soon. Xie Lin made up his mind. Turning her head to look at Zhan Le, she frowned and asked softly, "Brother, are you..."

Zhan Le stared at her with wide eyes, stopped in his footsteps, and all the blood in his body stopped flowing.

"Do you like Cheng Zai?"

is not it?

Zhan Le wants to say no, I want to say that although I am a good young man with no goals or dreams, I still imagine that my wife and children will be hot on the bed in the future, so I can't bend when I say it.

But he couldn't hold back a word.

After a while, Xie Rin couldn't bear the oily smoke, and when he narrowed his eyes, Zhan Le realized that he had opened his mouth, and then the voice came out.

"Yes." he said.

Yes.

I just like Cheng Zai.

After answering, Zhan Le's heart suddenly fell to the ground, and the tense state that had lasted for a whole day suddenly relaxed, and the joy suddenly expanded like a sponge soaked in hair, filling the entire chest cavity.

There's nothing embarrassing to admit, it's just a bend, and he just likes Cheng Zai, at least for this second so far, he especially likes Cheng Zai.

Love is a very wonderful emotion, like a small piece of ribbon thrown from a high altitude, with its own gorgeous color, flipping and flying in the sun, I don’t know when it will fall back to the ground, and I don’t know where it will be biased. But it is persistence, firmly enjoying the light and fluttering feeling of being blown by the wind.

"Well, I'll just ask casually," Xie Lin glanced at him, "Where is Cheng?"

"He...don't know," Zhan Le cleared his throat, "I don't know what he thinks either."

"Secret love," Xie Rin frowned, and Zhan Le's answer was more in line with her expectations. She was not surprised. She even had this premonition long ago. She just wanted to ask and confirm it, "Come on."

Zhan Le still wanted to say something, but before he could say it, he swallowed all the remaining words after glancing at the man in front of him from the corner of his eye.

Cheng Zai came out to look for them, or maybe he came out to take a breather. Standing there, he smiled when he saw the two brothers and sisters walking over, walked over and took the bag of things in Xie Lin's hand naturally.

"What are you laughing at?" Cheng Zai looked at Zhan Le and asked.

"It's nothing," Zhan Le smiled, sniffing, "I just want to laugh."

Look, this is who I like.

How handsome, so fucking handsome.

Cheng Zai glanced at Zhan Le again, and then laughed along with him.