Yuanjia Road is narrow

In the evening, Shen Yingxun went to the bar for a drink.

It's a bit difficult to spend the long nights alone on weekends without doing something.

The bar is a famous GAY bar in the city, located in Monchéri in the city center.

Although he knew his name long ago, he seldom came here before. Now that he is single, why not come here for entertainment.

The loud music made his scalp tingle, and from time to time, people would come to clink glasses with him, using seductive or teasing expressions and movements.

He refused one by one, gulped down the rest of the wine, paid the bill, and walked out the door unsteadily, feeling a little hot in his lower abdomen.

The man raised his leg and dawdled repeatedly at his place just now, but he didn't respond. The reason why he didn't bother to take it to the room was just because he felt troublesome.

Although he likes men, it's not to the point that anyone who comes with hunger and thirst will always be rejected.

The cold wind outside woke up the chaotic brain and cooled down the body.He paused as he was about to walk to the parking lot, and then turned in a self-conscious manner.

Downtown, Quanchang Street, Quanchang Park.

It's been two years and I haven't been here again.

There have been good memories, and there have been embarrassments that I don't want to look back.

Knowing that I shouldn't force it, I still dragged it out for two years, and finally this day has come.Maybe at that time, he should have thought that emotional matters should not be forced.

The person he dealt with during the day made the part of his memory about this place clear.

Shen Yingxun walked slowly alone, passing the park, lakeside, underground passage, and long street that the two of them once walked together.

The evening wind blew against his face and neck, and he flinched, only to feel a little cold.

The scarf was left in the car, and Shen Yingxun looked down at his watch. It was midnight, the time when the Quanchang Street Night Market started.He shrugged and strode towards the night market.

There is still a short walk back to the parking lot, and I can't pay myself in the cold.Simply buy a scarf to wear temporarily to keep out the cold, and then throw it away when you get to the place.

The night market on Quanchang Street is quite famous in this city. No stalls are allowed on the street during the day, but after twelve o'clock in the evening, when all the managers are asleep, some small stalls will come alive and appear on the street. superior.Many students and migrant workers are also willing to buy things at this time, mainly because of the high quality and low price.

This has formed a fixed default pattern.

Although the business of the night market was affected a lot by the cold weather, the enthusiasm of many people has not subsided, and the voices of yelling and bargaining kept coming and going.

Shen Yingxun found a stall at random, and didn't even bother to pay back the price. He grabbed a scarf and wanted to pay the bill, but a familiar voice behind him drew all his attention:

"Hey, brother, 20 yuan, you can't bargain. Hey, okay, look at your girlfriend wearing so beautifully, eighteen is eighteen, you take the purchase price! The beautiful and handsome guys passing by have a look! It's cheap It's sold!"

Could it be such a coincidence...

The corner of Shen Yingxun's mouth twitched slightly, and he should have walked away immediately, but he still walked over by a strange coincidence, enduring his discomfort and squeezing into the middle of a few people blocking the stall.

Looking around, this stall is relatively popular.For this person, he felt a sense of guilt for ruining the other party's money for wasting it in vain. Unexpectedly, his side business was also booming.

"Brother, what do you want to see?" Qian Yan just took money from a customer and was bending over to put it in the cash box. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another man coming in front of him. He greeted him habitually without even seeing his face: "Scarf Hats and gloves, everything! The price covers you..."

His voice stopped abruptly as he raised his head.

He has set up a small stall here for more than two years, and this person...is just the second time he met.

"Boss, how much is this scarf?" Someone else was already asking the price.

Qian Yan was still stunned, but Shen Yingxun answered unhurriedly: "Twenty."

"Twenty?" The customer said disgustedly: "The one next to you only sells fifteen."

"Then fifteen."

With Shen Yingxun's approval, the customer threw 15 yuan in front of Qian Yan, took the scarf and left quickly, with a satisfied look, as if he had picked up a huge bargain.

It wasn't until the customer walked away that Qian Yan finally came to his senses, and looked at Shen Yingxun with wide eyes: "That, that cost 25!"

"Oh, then you've been tricked." Shen Yingxun said disapprovingly, his eyes were never wrong: "It's worth fifteen at most."

"..." Qian Yan's expression turned blue and white, as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.

I really don't know what's wrong with me. Nothing good happens when I meet this person.

But two years ago, if there was no other party...

Qian Yan shook his head, trying to get rid of the vagueness and trance in his memory. The person in front of him had the right to decide on his main business, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes. He just asked, "Mr. Shen, why are you here? Shopping? "

Shen Yingxun couldn't tell him that it was because he drank too much wine and came to Yaji for a stroll in the park in the middle of the night, so he simply answered: "Passing by."

Qian Yan didn't think much about it, and took a look at him, raised his hand and tore off a scarf from the shelf, and put it into his hand as if to put it in his hands: "It's cold outside at night, you can take it."

... Really shrewd, just thinking about bribing him.

"...No need, I have it. Put it back." Shen Yingxun took a step back and retracted his hand, and said with a cold face: "Give me this, and I won't be able to open tomorrow."

"It's okay, there's no need to open the business." Qian Yan laughed, rubbed his cold hands, suddenly leaned forward, wrapped the scarf around Shen Yingxun's neck, and tied it skillfully and quickly.

Shen Yingxun froze in place because of such a sudden attack, didn't even think about untying it, just looked at the smile on the opponent's face.

Probably because the noisy background of the street stalls in the busy city finally fit the identity of the other party, instead of being out of tune with the high-end shopping malls during the day, he felt for the first time that the bright smile didn't seem so hypocritical.

"Go back early and be careful." Qian Yan tilted his head and looked at him again, still smiling: "I really don't want to give you any money. You look good wearing this. I'll give it to you. See you on Monday."

After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath into the palm of his hand and put it in his pocket. Seeing two more customers came, his eyes lit up and he continued to solicit business loudly.

The scarf at the stall was indeed rough compared to the ones I usually wear. Shen Yingxun stood where he was, and moved his neck uncomfortably. Thinking of the word "good-looking" that the other party just didn't have much sincerity, he still didn't take it off. .