fleeting story

The more Yan Qi thought about it, the more angry he became.

If there is a meal without reporting, you have to learn about it from others, and you have to ask others where to eat.Yan Qi strenuously pedaled the little yellow car that was almost out of gas. When he got up impatiently, he pushed his long legs to the ground, lifted the car directly from under the saddle, and threw it aside with one hand.

It is really a flammable and explosive character.

See me crazy, also see me funny and dignified, want me to be beautiful, but also want me to be cold and unblinking.

Yan Qi sang a few lines in his heart.

bother.

He fumbled in his pocket, found a card, took it out and looked at it, it was a business card, the name printed on it was probably in italics, the name was two characters, called Ajie.

Is there anyone named Ah?

Armani?

The bottle of perfume Zhou Luo bought for him seems to be of this brand.

Yan Qi held the business card in his hand, squatted on the curb and looked at the passing vehicles and pedestrians in a daze. He was so dazed that he felt a little cold, so he slowly stood up, shivered honestly, picked up the He picked up the little yellow car next to him and rode vigorously towards the underground commercial street.

Sensation is already open for business.

The inside is quite lively, although there are not many people, but the atmosphere is already there.

The heating in the bar was turned on very well, and Yan Qi felt a little hot when he entered. After taking off his long down jacket, he casually sat down in one of the bar seats, and suddenly didn't know what to do.

Go, call me here.

How fucking awkward.

It was the younger brother who greeted them at the door that day first noticed Yan Qi, he didn't come over directly, but called Brother Jie.

After a while, Ajie sat across from Yan Qi, smiling with sharp eyebrows.

"You better stop laughing." Yan Qi glanced at him and said.

"What's the matter?" Ajie found this very interesting.

"Too unfriendly." Yan Qi swept his face, then sat up straight and looked around: "You look better when you're not smiling than when you're smiling."

"It's very useful to hook up little girls." Ajie crossed his legs and looked at Yan Qi with interest.

Yan Qi said listlessly, "I'm not interested in girls."

"Oh?" Ajie was very surprised, today's Yan Qi is not as cold as the last time we saw him, he seems quite willing to chat: "Not in a good mood?"

"See it?" Yan Qi took a sip from the glass of water poured by the younger brother next to him: "Anyone can see it."

"Are you afraid that I will poison you?" Ajie pointed to the cup and asked.

"Mr. Qin is not very satisfied with the drum set I played?" Yan Qi drank the water in the glass like a provocation: "I have an accident, how do you plan to explain to him?"

Ajie looked at Yan Qi for a long time, and the younger brother next to him felt that the temperature on his body had suddenly cooled down, and he was a little timid.

"Why are you free to come here today?" Ajie asked, his voice a little heavy.

"Can I play drums now?" Yan Qi raised his chin towards the stage not far away that was still silent under the lights: "I will play two songs."

"Play with the band or be alone?" Ajie asked lazily, leaning on the back of the sofa.

"Alone." Yan Qi moved his aching fingers: "When can I fight?"

"Anytime." Ajie replied.

Yan Qi nodded and didn't speak, just laying on the sofa a little sleepy.

He wants to play again after warming up. There are not many people at the moment, and he is not interested. If he has the opportunity to chat with the DJ later, after all, this bar has a high level of configuration, and the DJs should be professional. Follow him This amateur drummer's rhythm would be nice with some electronic sound effects or something.

Just as Yan Qi was planning these things, Ajie who was opposite said again: "What's your name?"

"Ask knowingly." Yan Qi was busy looking for the DJ.

Ajie smiled: "Your name is Yan?"

Yan Qi glanced at him impatiently: "My surname is Zhou."

It's not hard to find a DJ. It's on another small stage next to the stage. That stage is more delicate than the stage, but its area is more than half smaller, and it's only big enough for a DJ to stand on.

Yan Qi got up and walked over, and briefly exchanged a few words with that person. The person was very excited and made an OK gesture. Maybe he was infected by this person's enthusiasm. Yan Qi felt that his body was starting to heat up, and his fingers were no longer sore. , so he crossed his hands and pressed down, walked back to the center of the stage and sat on the side of the drum set, took out the drum stick from the leather case, because it was not his own drum stick, so Yan Qi didn't make a kiss, just tried it first feel.

thump.

not bad.

But this sound was not small, and all of a sudden everyone in the bar looked towards the stage in unison, Yan Qi had no choice but to bite the bullet and raise the drum stick at the DJ, a series of smooth drum sounds came out from Yan Qi's hands, The atmosphere in the bar instantly heated up.

The DJ is indeed a professional. Before finishing a chapter, the DJ has already felt the feeling, and began to add sound effects to the drumbeat.Yan Qi left an ear for him, and felt that such cooperation was really good, and many guests who sat far away began to move to the bar in front of the stage.

After the song ended, Yan Qi heard the applause and gave him a good score for his performance.He checked the moves with the DJ again, then put the sticks back into the holster, ready to rest for a while before playing the second song.

After being fed two glasses of red wine, Zhou Luo felt a little dizzy. He wanted to send a message to Yan Qi, and even the screen of his phone was doubled. Depressed, he had to press it off and put it back in his trouser pocket. He took the honey water prepared in advance by Chengye. Quickly took two sips.

"President Zhou's alcohol tolerance is not good." The man in the co-pilot said confidently.

"Our president doesn't usually drink." Cheng Ye leaned on Zhou Luo and said very politely: "Brother Ma is really good at drinking."

"Hey, how can I not drink when I come out to hang out." Brother Ma patted his beer belly: "I'm afraid your president won't be able to accompany me in the second half."

"I'll accompany you." Cheng Ye smiled: "I haven't finished this wine yet."

"How rich are you?" Brother Ma became interested, and turned around to glance at Cheng Ye very excitedly.

Cheng Ye felt a little queasy at the sight of this greasy fat man, but he still managed to squeeze out a friendly smile in the dark: "That depends on how many books Ma will order from us next year."

"Small idea!" Brother Ma slapped his thigh and happily hummed a song on the co-pilot.

Zhou Luo really didn't expect this person to be so difficult to deal with. If it wasn't for the fact that he was the largest purchaser of Yuanli Bookstore, he would never lower his status to come to the bar.

He is not like Cheng Ye, who hangs out in bars and gay bars all the year round. He is not afraid of bars. He has a bottom line for himself. Quit smoking.

After taking over Yuanli, the work pressure became a little bit higher, so he started smoking again, and had to drink a little occasionally.

It's just that I have never encountered such a difficult customer, and it happens to be the one that I can't afford to offend.

Cheng Ye worked harder than him because this was a valued client of Yuanli Bookstore and Chen Ze, so he had to use the tact he had when he was in the bar before, and accompany him with the drinks until he had a good time.

But he really overestimated his drinking capacity. To be precise, he should have underestimated the other party’s drinking capacity. This man called Ma Ge could not drink a mixture of white, red, and colorful colors. Cheng Ye felt that if he drank like this, he might have died suddenly by now. here it is.

They drank for about twenty minutes, and a polite and well-dressed man walked up to him.

This man has short and medium brown hair with a slight bend at the end. He looks exactly like this man named Ma Ge. Just as Cheng Ye was comparing the two, Ma Ge suddenly put down his wine glass and stood up. , pulled the man to sit in the bar seat: "Let me introduce you, this is my buddy, the name is not important, the important thing is that this is his bar, I came here today and he came to accompany me."

The man nodded politely to Zhou Luo and Cheng Ye, and Zhou Luo immediately felt a lot more relaxed when he saw this man.

Cheng Ye felt that his eyes were much more comfortable.

"Where did you just talk about?" The fat brother Ma smiled "hehe" showing two golden teeth: "Oh yes, it's about next year's goods."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out a finger very grandly and shook it in front of Cheng Ye's eyes: "Drink ten glasses of white wine with me, it's not much, a cup, I'll make this amount next year."

Zhou Luo really wanted to leave the stall and leave, but Cheng Ye wanted to talk about the deal, and met the gentle gaze of the older but very gentle man next to him, his upbringing made him unable to walk away from this leg.

But the row in front of him was full of white glasses, even if he and Cheng Ye had five glasses each, they would still have to walk out of the bar sideways.

"One million is really not much." Cheng Ye picked up a glass and tapped the rim with his index finger.

Brother Ma laughed out loud after hearing it, no, it was a maniacal laugh, and the man next to him also raised the corners of his mouth.

"100 million?" Brother Ma snorted, "I didn't underestimate you, but you underestimated yourself."

Cheng Ye's eyelids jumped.

"Your sip will be 100 million." Ma blushed, and asked the younger brother next to him to light a cigar and bring it over. After taking a puff, he stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Cheng Ye's eyes: "1000 million .”

Cheng Ye smiled politely and downed a glass in one gulp.

Yan Qi sat at the bar in a daze for about an hour. He stretched his shoulders and neck, ready to start the second performance.

When he got up, his peripheral vision unconsciously glanced at the person in one of the bar seats. In this world, Zhou Luo was the only person who could clearly see every strand of this person's hair with his peripheral vision.Yan Qi's hand, which was about to take a drink from the cup, suddenly stopped in the air, and his brows furrowed.

"Why?" Ajie asked curiously seeing his expression.

"Stop fighting." Yan Qi picked up his down jacket and put it on his arm: "I'm going to touch someone."

When Cheng Ye picked up the second cup, he felt a bit over the top.

When he was eating before, he mixed white and red together, and he didn't feel too uncomfortable at that time, but just now he drank the colorful mixed wine, and now he began to have a bit of ghosting.

Zhou Luo took the cup over, raised his head and gulped it down, with a very painful expression on his face.

The brown-haired man smiled slightly, with an intriguing look on his face.

"President Zhou is refreshing!" Ma Ge applauded Zhou Luo with a cigarette in his mouth, and directly helped him pick up the third cup and handed it to him: "Go on."

Zhou Luo frowned, clenched his fists, and had no choice but to raise his hand to take the cup. Just as he was about to love someone, he closed his eyes and was bored, when he heard an all-too-familiar voice, and suddenly stopped the movement of his hands.

"Brother." Yan Qi stood in front of Zhou Luo holding a down jacket, looking at him with displeasure.