Self-illness

When he opened his eyes again, there was glaring and screaming rock music playing in the car, and the flashing neon lights in the bustling area surged among the figures, teleporting on the asphalt road. Chen Yi liked the city at night, and everyone tried to do it in the dark. Be true to yourself, let go of the embarrassment and restraint of the day, and consume the money and rare time you get from being busy.

"It's already eight o'clock." Chen Yi changed his posture and straightened his legs: "Who knew it would be so far away."

"Oh, it's almost here." The driver has been replaced by Yahan, and Amu is exhaling smoke rings, and it seems that it has been a while since he changed his position: "But you can sleep, and you haven't woken up all the way."

The car made a bend and passed through the busy area, and drove towards the alley. After leaving the colorful street lights, it was much darker for a while, but Chen Yi was much relieved when he saw the car driving into the parking lot, and finally it was over.

The parking lot was quite lively, with some people gathered in small groups. At first, Chen Yicai realized that they were all women when he passed by them, but some of them looked like boys. Listening to their conversation, they were almost the same as men.

"It's okay, don't keep staring at him, you will be molested." Amu patted Chen Yi on the shoulder, and led her to the stairwell: "Pay attention to the road."

Stairs are one-way access to the address.

"Speakeasy."

"Oh, did you hear that? That's its name."

Chen Yi was helpless, this name was not exaggerated at all, it was very suitable, in short, it was a name that he could call out even if he had never been here before.

From the beginning to the end, Yahan stayed next to Amu and seldom spoke. As soon as he entered the venue, he dutifully found a seat for the two: "What do you want to drink?"

"Ahan used to be a bartender here before." Amu leaned close to Chen Yi's ear and proudly boasted: "Isn't it very powerful?"

No wonder the coffee smells like alcohol, Chen Yi smiled: "It's very powerful, I don't drink alcohol, coconut milk is fine. Thank you."

"Hey, you are so boring, come to this kind of place to drink coconut milk." Amu pushed Yahan: "Drink beer."

"I thought you would ask her to give you some late-night fascination, or something like a charm liquid." Chen Yi teased, and at the same time found that the crowd around him was getting denser, and there were people in all kinds of dresses, but it seemed that there were a lot of people in the crowd. Most prefer the same thing: "This should be the only place where you can see so many women smoking."

"Smoke, wine, music, sex, stories. It's always been the theme of this kind of place." Amu skillfully lit a cigarette for herself, and the light from the lighter imprinted on her face like a golden projection of time, and the white spitting out The smoke diffused between the two of them, and she stretched out her slender fingers through the mist to Chen Yi: "Would you like to try?"

"No need." Chen Yi doesn't smoke. She always thinks that it's just a habit that people deliberately cultivate. Fortunately, when they are at a loss, nervous, or bored, when everything is chaotic and blank, they are sure to hold on tightly. What, the smoke can be controlled, it can be filtered into the heart and lungs, and the white smoke that comes out is like a metaphor that people want, believing that everything will dissipate.

Chen Yi hates this kind of self-soothing behavior. Although she is not sure whether it is, at least a large number of people are like this, especially girls, because research can prove that women are not easily addicted to nicotine in cigarettes. It is addiction and attachment that are difficult to quit and change.

Almost all of them are smoking.

They sat very close to the bar, and Chen Yi noticed that many people began to come in and out of the side door of the bar, and at the same time, the lights on the stage beside the bar were also being adjusted.

"What event?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there are more people today, and then there will be more good-looking people singing and so on, and there will be some games." Amu stubbed out the third cigarette and gulped down his beer: "But look, everyone Most of them are children, I just came here to mix up the atmosphere and feel the youthful feel, hey, it’s really unfair, my Yahan is three years younger than me, only 23.”

Although the smell of smoke is not good, but if you smell it too much, your throat will always be tight. Chen took a big gulp of the coconut juice in his hand: "Don't be so pessimistic. There are benefits to being older."

Turning around and looking closely, it is true that most of them are in their early [-]s or [-]s to their early [-]s, and of course there are some in their early [-]s and [-]s, but very few.

"I don't mind sitting together." Just as he was talking, a woman with a cropped head and a stand-up collar shirt, heard the voice, and there should be more than 30 women sitting next to Chen Yi.

Amu slowly swallowed the beer in his mouth, looked up and down at the uninvited woman: "Mind you."

Maybe he didn't expect to be rejected so directly. The other party was a little embarrassed, holding the wine glass that was about to drop, staring at Amu with an embarrassed smile: "Why."

"I like women with big breasts."

Although the other party didn't quite understand what Amu meant, he still walked away.

Chen Yi was also confused: "So what you said just now is some kind of term in the circle?"

"No, I don't like women who wear corsets. Natural things should be cherished, especially such soft things." Amu said and glanced at the collar of Chen Yi's T-shirt: "Don't say that although you are thin, you are still skinny. It's a bit chesty, it's very suitable for girls' hands." When Amu said, he stretched out his hand and patted Yahan's chest: "Where does it look like this, it's flat."

"Where is the bathroom?" Chen Yi expressed that he was so suffocated by the smell of smoke that he wanted to flush his face.

Ahan stood up and pointed to the opposite side of the crowd: "Follow me."

Here, everyone looked at each other unscrupulously under the cover of darkness.

Each is trying to search for the other.

As the music got louder, so did the commotion in the crowd, and everyone was expecting some kind of revelry.Chen Yi finally squeezed to the bathroom door, habitually going to separate men and women, but found that there was no sign of the women's toilet wearing skirts, but a personalized slogan posted, Men and dogs do not enter.

Only then did I realize that the entrance to the stairs was also covered with such slogans, to the effect that men are not welcome, and there are people staring at the door, looking at the gender.

The bathroom at this moment is simply a holy place for Chen Yi, but Yahan's face is expressionless, and he still looks weak: "Then I'll go back to accompany Amu first."

"Oh."

The white porcelain floor tiles are full of gaudy, crumpled and soaked cigarette butts.Chen Yi tried not to look at the ground, raised his head and stepped on it, but the two women facing her turned straight towards her: "Please let me go first."

There was a narrow and long passage into the bathroom, and Chen Yi had no room to give way, but the person on the opposite side who was about to back away was faster than her and forced to squeeze out from her side.

A smell of drunken wine and sourness after vomiting penetrated into her nostrils, and the next moment, she felt a piercing pain on her wrist: "It's up to me."

Just as the other party squeezed past, the drunk man sat softly on the ground, while the other man who was about to give way just now panted and turned to look at Chen Yi: "What?"

But the person who asked the question quickly understood what was going on, because the chain of the satchel in her hand was still half twisted in Chen Yi's hand, and the ground was already bright red.She quickly took off the chain, a little annoyed: "What brains, use this kind of messy and boring bag."

The scrape happened to be where the tooth marks on her left hand were. Chen Yi's forehead was already sweating, and she wanted to curse even more, but she forgot it, and walked into the bathroom with her hands covered.

"Hey, do you want to pay it back?" The person behind him just asked a question and then made no further reply.

Really cursed by the werewolf.Chen Yi shivered from the pain, flushed his face, looked at the wound and found that blood was still oozing, and couldn't find a tissue, so he had to turn on the faucet and flush again.

"There is no one who treats the wound like this. Come with me." Before Chen could react, she was dragged out.

It was the one of the two who was not drunk just now, wearing an old-fashioned flannel checked shirt with intertwined light green and light yellow, long straight hair hanging down to the bottom of the sphenoid, black mixed with green and pink There is a colorful sense of nostalgia.Chen Yi was dragged around in the crowd, and finally entered the door by the bar.

There are people who are putting on makeup, adjusting musical instruments, smoking with their heads up, and staring at the wine in a daze, but they all have a badge pinned to their bodies. The pattern of underground messengers on it makes Chen Yi guess that they are the staff here.

But the person who pulled her away didn't stay here, but went into the innermost small room: "Sit down first."

The girl in the plaid shirt pulled out a sloppy black box from the corner and opened it. Inside was a pile of scattered medicines. She glanced at Chen Yi's hand: "How could there be so much blood?"

"It just happened to be a wound." When Chen saw a tissue on the cabinet next to him, he wiped off the blood on his finger. The girl in the plaid shirt smiled: "You don't look in pain at all."

"Otherwise, what can I do? Should I yell or cry non-stop. When a person sees someone else being injured and bleeding, it is easy to feel that there is unbearable pain, but when it is really faced, it is actually I don’t think it’s so unbearable, after all, it’s already happened.” Finally, it was my turn to verify this theory myself, and Chen Xing felt a little amused at the argument he mentioned inadvertently, which seemed to be a kind of occupational disease.

"Sit down, and I'll help you treat the wound." The girl in plaid shirt sat on the chair and took Chen Yi's hand to signal her to sit down: "Otherwise, I don't know when it will heal if you stop the bleeding like this."

Sitting down in front of the plaid shirt girl, Chen Yi suddenly felt that her face was a little familiar, but he always felt that something was wrong.

After helping Chen Yi clean the wound, the girl stared at the wound in a daze: "It looks like someone bit me."

"Oh, it was bitten."

The girl raised her head and asked seriously: "Did you get bitten by someone you like?"

Chen Yi frowned, thinking of Ye Howling, he felt chills in his heart: "Of course not."

"Oh, that's it." The girl bandaged her very skillfully and with great force, and she was able to get it done. During the period, Chen Yi suffered a lot, but out of politeness, she still said, "Thank you."

"It's okay, it was my problem."

"Dear Kou, come out quickly." There was a burst of Cui urging outside, and the girl turned her head and waved to Chen Yi: "That's it, don't ask me for compensation."

In a daze, Chen Yi saw a dark red tooth mark on Kou's obediently raised left wrist.

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