What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

In the afternoon, Banxi and Gao Minghong moved to the bar to renew the stall. Don't ask them why they went to drink in the afternoon, just like the bar shouldn't be open at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Shi Lu was called away by a call from Zhong Shuangming, who said there was something wrong but didn't say what it was, whether it was something real or he was about to die in order to help the Banxi brothers. Shi Lu was not sure in the conversation between the two brothers, but Shi Lu answered the phone like a fool. Amnesty, couldn't wait to escape from the hot pot situation that made him feel that the prospect of love was getting more and more bleak.

Before he left, he was dragged and sticky by Banxi's lover's professional ethics for a while, and Shilu couldn't tell if he had lost or gained in the face of Gao Minghong's face.

But when Zhong Shuangming saw someone, his ears were red from the root of his neck to his neck, his brows drooped and his eyes were watery and fierce, as if he was going to raise a knife in the next second.

Well, don't say anything, Zhong Shuangming quickly asked for leave, and brought a jar of old wine to the Jiaojiao□□love tutor in the golden room.

On the other side, a distant relative who was woken up by Bansy's phone call looked sleepy, looking at Bansy and Gao Minghong who were like brothers outside the bar, his brows and eyes were filled with obscenities that should be said, beating around the bush without swear words.

The bar opened yesterday evening until the sun rose today. It had only been a few hours since he had packed up the venue and slept. He was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open and had to get up to open the wine cabinet for Bancy.

Banci is not really pickpocketing, nor does he have the habit of sticking to himself while chatting with others. When he finds out where the wine cabinet is and where the snack cabinet is, he pulls out a few vinyl records and turns on the record player. I let my poor relatives catch up on sleep.

Of course, he made sure that the other party remembered Gao Minghong's face and smell, so as to avoid some accidents that everyone would not be happy with in the future.

Gentle tango music echoed in the lobby, and the bar hidden in the alley was covered by the surrounding buildings for most of the sunlight, only a small piece of light slanted in, reflecting flying dust on the walnut bar counter.

The wine was picked by Gao Minghong in the wine cabinet. A bottle of crystal-clear jelly plum wine. It tastes a bit sweet and has no degree. To be honest, girls order more. It’s as sweet as fruit juice and doesn’t suit Banci’s taste. Naihe label The frosted wine bottle is also beautiful. The light amber liquid in it looks like a glazed handicraft just out of the kiln. Gao Minghong took a fancy to it at a glance.

From the drinking, it can be seen that Banxi and Gao Minghong are not very compatible, but maybe there is indeed some blood relationship at work, and they can talk about things that can't be said to outsiders without any scruples over a table of drinking.

Banxi shoveled a bucket of ice from the freezer to use for ice wine. Gao Minghong looked and looked in the glass case where the wine glasses were placed. He chose a hammered glass and took a gold-painted goblet, which is not standard for drinking plum wine. But good enough.

Good-looking is not enough.

Bancy shook the bottle to shake the translucent amber in the bottle into a rippling liquid. After passing through the ice bucket, a thin mist formed on the wall of the bottle, reflecting the colorful colors of the enamel lampshade by the bar.

To them, the alcohol content of a bottle of plum wine is no different from that of fruit juice. They can hardly taste the sweet and sour taste of the wine. After taking a sip, Gao Minghong regretted it a bit. .

Bansy added a lot of ice cubes into his glass, and the taste of the wine was not very good. Gao Minghong took a sip of the glass and sipped it for a long time, but he didn't see how much went down in it, but he consumed a lot of it. Potato chips with different flavors and chocolate bars.

He talked to Bancy about the strange dream he had and the lingering singing he heard in it.

He guessed that this kind of mood was probably very similar to unrequited love. When he couldn't sleep at night and subconsciously hummed "Moonlight in the Deep Sea", he might be more like the first love than when he was in love.

It was as if a cat was playing hide-and-seek with him, sometimes stepping on his heart with a soft pad, and sometimes running away without a trace.

"Then you must have never played hide-and-seek with a cat." Bancy shook the glass and complained to him. He suffocated the plum wine in the glass and poured it twice with whiskey on the rocks. Human sweetness.

Gao Minghong looked at him, "This is a metaphor, a metaphor."

However, Banxi is a second foreigner in Chinese, so Gao Minghong did not extend the topic further, and instead said: "And you have never played hide-and-seek with a cat."

He has personally witnessed the lethality of his cousin's cat-seeking-cat-sickness. Bansy didn't even have a foot within the cat's radius of ten meters, and all the cats that were originally attracted by his cat's snacks ran away. The ultimate weapon, canned cats, can't attract any kittens to patronize, forming a very conspicuous cat-free zone around Bancy.

Gao Minghong recalled and reconfirmed that despite Banxi's repeated persuasion, he was an idiot who forcibly dragged him to Maoca.

So how could it be possible for a cat to "play" hide-and-seek with Bancy, and the battle royale is more likely.

"That depends on how you define a cat." Bancy changed his posture and propped his chin, biting a chocolate bar leisurely, "If it's a fluffy with a long tail and pointed ears meowing, I have indeed played hide-and-seek with him. "

"And it's still playing."

Gao Minghong raised his eyebrows, he managed to hear the meaning in the undifferentiated Chinese "he she it", and snorted to express his willingness to hear more about it.

He guessed who this was referring to, but he personally felt that the gentleman was a tall, tough and standard dog, and it would be more accurate to use German Shepherd or Doberman to refer to it.

Gao Minghong refused to think deeply about whether the meowing had a hidden meaning. He was still young and didn't want to be blinded so early.

Bancy held a chocolate bar in his tail like he was biting a cigar, squinted his eyes and said, "When a cat hides, it only knows to hide its head." He made a gesture, and the inhumane pleasure was hidden in his slow tone , "The tail is still exposed, thinking that no one can find it, and proudly calling you to come and find me, the tail is going up to the sky."

Alas.

Gao Minghong wanted to stop this unfriendly topic for single dogs, but at the same time couldn't control his curiosity, he asked, "What if we found it?"

"I can't find it." Bancy bit off the chocolate bar and picked it up lightly like a conductor directing the band, "If you get caught by the tail, he will run away in a rage, but if you can't find it, he will deliver it to your door." Come, circle around your feet."

"But I still don't feel like a cat." Gao Minghong carefully recalled the Shilu he saw. The topic was slightly restricted and he wanted to bury his head in the hot pot. No matter how you look at it, there is no trace of a cat.

He has reason to suspect that Banci is not liking cats and insists that the dog is a cat, and consciously has some evidence.

"Hmm..." Bancy drank a small piece of crushed ice, licked it with the tip of his tongue while frowning, and said vaguely, "I learned something new some time ago."

"In ancient Chinese, raccoon does not refer to foxes, but wild cats."

Tengu, its shape is like a raccoon with a white head.

On a whim, Bancy checked the race of his lover in Du Niang, and the description he found sounded a little familiar.

Mr. Bansy, who caught a black cat twice in his bed within a week, curved his lips beautifully, and emphasized what he said again, "You can't catch his tail, you have to let him deliver it to your door."

"It's the only time I've encountered a cat playing hide-and-seek with me. It needs to be played longer."

"He's having fun, so I have to be having fun too."

"..." Gao Minghong shuddered artificially, "You are really not tired."

He finds it troublesome to fall in love with an old driver like his predecessor, and he has to remember all kinds of birthdays and anniversaries, and he has to worry about preparing gifts and surprises. The look of it.

All right, he just said that Mr. Shi Lu's rank is not as good as his cousin's.

Gao Minghong spread his hands and raised his glass, "Then I wish you a good time."

Bancy touched his wine glass, "I also wish you...have another sweet dream."

Let him think about it, it shouldn't cost much for the next long-term order to let [-] really enter Gao Minghong's dream on a regular basis, sing and talk with him about music?

After all, [-] is in need of money, and the job of not murdering, setting fire or robbing is always available. Besides, he also likes the young man who sang with him that day, his voice is as bright and clean as moonlight.

It’s just that he has some scruples about how people and ghosts frequently dream about Gao Minghong’s health, and he promised his rose, Fendra, that he will join the March Song and Dance Troupe after he finishes handling the affairs here, and leave the past behind. Behind, to chase the footsteps of spring and every flower blooming.

When the March Song and Dance Troupe left, Fendra also left.

His manager traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to bring back this white rose that wanted to take root in China, and at the same time extended an invitation to Eight Zero Three.

Eight Zero Three's conditions are very good, he has a beautiful voice and is a fierce ghost with a certain fighting capacity. In the mysterious world, his appearance is just a matter of covering up. As long as Eight Zero Three agrees, he is very confident in cultivating Eight Zero Three into the next star.

——Fendra has earned enough money and fame. In recent years, the old man has been thinking about breaking the persona and turning the scenes, and he always disappears in place. He is a hard-working agent who always cultivates the next cash cow, right? .

Fendra was reluctant in every possible way, but he still said a few good words to his agent. Although his agent was not a human being, he behaved quite well in the circle, not to mention being able to praise Eight Zero Three as the king of the mysterious world. Superstar, red is still no problem.

He could see that Eight Zero Three was moved. Eight Zero Three was an unknown little singer who hit the wall everywhere before he was alive. He didn't even have his own encyclopedia. Heartbeat is a lie.

But he can't go now.

Along with his ability to sing, there are also memories of his life that are only a few words.

"I have to solve one thing, to meet an old friend." Eight Zero Three rubbed his face back to the way it was before he was alive. Better than that bloody face with no facial features.

But all ghosts must have obsessions.

He must first resolve the lingering obsessions in the past before embarking on a new journey.

The author has something to say:

Bancy: Let me know which cat's tail is not hidden :)