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Yao An choked.

Unprecedented choking and coughing startled foreigners away, recruited waiters, and settled the bill for them with extraordinary efficiency.

Yao Jianqi took advantage of the danger and handed over the cash, but Yao An coughed fiercely to stop him, successfully scaring the waiter away.

"Take care of yourself first."

He was carried by Yao Jianqi to the riverside, where the benches made of teak wood, the old people carried the evening wind on their backs, and the young people parkoured and walked moonwalks on the wall behind them.

Coughing and slowly falling asleep under Yao Jianqi's palm, Yao An recovered, feeling the hand that was beating on his back was still flapping.

"I'm fine." He said to Yao Jianqi, and added, "Thank you."

Yao Jianqi crossed his legs quietly, with his left hand on his knee, and the other hand held the back of his neck intentionally or unintentionally, looking at the scaly river, thinking softly: "Why are you acting like a child?"

Yao An opened his eyes: "Me? A child??"

"Otherwise, no matter how much you drink, you can choke on it."

"That's because I accidentally drank a lemon seed into it." Yao An died of injustice, "If I knew it, I wouldn't drink that cup."

Yao Jianqi heard the words, leaned his arms back on the back, and said, "So it's because of the lemon seeds."

"No, otherwise." Yao An raised his neck.

Yao Jianqi shook his head: "I was thinking too much."

Lisianthus closed the curtain in the twilight, with its head drooping, and Yao An regretted his stubbornness just now, face is really a superfluous thing, especially in front of Yao Jianqi.

"Actually, it's because of..."

Before the confession was halfway through, the phone rang again, and Yao An complained in his heart about who was so unsightly. After a short while, Yao Jianqi looked at his pocket and realized that it was his own.

He cursed secretly, and lowered his head to pick it up.

"Brother, where are you going to put it?" The other end was so lively, Pang Sheng didn't know where to go to find some fun, his voice sounded like he was trying to win in danger, "Come and help!"

Yao An's head grew dizzy when he heard it: "What did you say?"

Pang Sheng whimpered on the other end for a while, but Yao An didn't hear clearly, only a few vague words, men, bars, can't get out...

He said it like a complaint, but he still yelled such a long list. Yao An preliminarily judged that it should be nothing serious, so he asked Pang Sheng to send the address first.

"Come quickly, brother, if you don't come we're really doomed..."

we?

Looks like there's more than one problem.

After hanging up the phone, Yao An turned to Yao Jianqi with a troubled expression on his face: "Something happened to my friend at the bar."

Yao Jianqi had already picked up the bag and said, "I'll accompany you."

According to the address sent by Pang Sheng, they broke into a daytime neon area surrounded by various signs and all-looking bars.

"Where is this place?" Yao An lingered across a wall of glass, where a group of men surrounded a TV, watching the equestrian live broadcast.

"A place to have fun." Yao Jianqi held Yao An's mobile phone to look for the direction, and was still in the mood to tease, "Your friend is quite picky."

The bell in Yao An's heart rang, he moved closer and asked, "Have you been here?"

Yao Jianqi said without hesitation, "Come here."

The bell didn't just ring once, it made me feel petty to ask about it, but I didn't ask any more, and I just gritted my teeth: "Then what are you looking for here?"

This question kept ringing in his ears, Yao Jianqi listened without moving his head, as if concentrating on finding his way.

Yao An couldn't hold back his anger and asked him, "Huh?"

Yao Jianqi glanced at him: "It's almost like you usually go to a bar."

"Where am I..." Just as he was about to reply, Yao An recalled slowly that he was the guide for Yao Jianqi when he went to the bar for the first time. Now that he thinks about it, he regrets it.

Knowing that the person next to him was caught in complicated psychological activities again, Yao Jianqi passed through another family with special vodka, and finally agreed to show mercy.

"A classmate works as a bartender here." He said, "Everyone comes to cheer on us from time to time."

After receiving these two sentences, Yao An was instantly relieved, muttering "this way, this way", and after a while, he caught something more keenly.

"Bartender friend?" he asked.

"Ah."

"Do you drink a lot?"

The people around were silent for a while, and responded with an unbiased answer: "I haven't had a drink for a long time."

Yao An couldn't help but relax a bit, and then asked: "Then you used to..."

"It's here." Yao Jianqi raised his jaw.

Yao An had no choice but to follow his instructions, and saw blue stars all over the low sky, like a dew like a tide. After careful inspection, he recognized that it was an outdoor string of lights, connecting various facades.Compared with the way they came, the only and biggest difference between the bars here is that they hang rainbow flags, without exception.

And this means that they have understood it many years ago.

"Your friend is..."

"Definitely not!" Yao An said decisively.

Yao Jianqi was not too gullible: "Then it's such a coincidence that he came here?"

"He's just blind." Yao An argued, "Believe me, he's straighter than the Oriental Pearl Tower. I've known him for so long, but I can still miss him?"

Yao Jianqi didn't question it anymore, he just said "that's not necessarily" on his face, and said to Yao An: "That's probably a sheep in the mouth of a tiger."

Yao An stared blankly, feeling that it was outrageous and a little unreasonable, and asked, "Then let's go in and rob people directly?"

"Probably not." Yao Jianqi raised his index finger and tapped the flexible neon light directly above them, "Coincidentally, my friend works here."

Yann noticed the little group of men when he started swiping the ounce.

There were three of them, at first sitting on the edge of the stage, screaming with every muscle mass the stripper showed, and still cheering until the last scrap left, and of course, there wasn't a single audience member who wasn't, and that's okay Strange, except that one of them was stopped from pulling out his phone during the performance.

Yann noticed them because of their headgear, the printed turban.

Red, yellow and green, like signal lights.

So when he was mixing wine, washing plates and glasses, and then mixing wine, brushing filters and brushing the shaker, he could always see the out-of-shape color, including them now surrounded by a round wrought iron table, standing in the middle man with two asian faces.

One of them doesn't look like that kind of person, the kind that doesn't belong here, looking anxiously over the shoulders of the group of strong men to the door-though it is difficult; Support to stay upright, and safe.

Yann then judged that the latter was the one.

There seemed to be a commotion at the other end, and the one with the greenest turban was aggressive, puffing out his chest muscles, trying to take the latter Asian away, but the other partner refused.

"We all agreed..."

Yann could hear what the green turban said, but the partner—well, Yann was sure, innocent straight man, couldn't understand at all, just repeated a sentence in English: "Where cool where you stay!"

While translating this slightly weird spoken language, Yann's line of sight was suddenly blocked by a face. Before he could see clearly, he asked subconsciously, "What do you need?"

"I need your help." The person opposite replied in Chinese.

Yann opened his eyes wide and shook the ouncer happily: "Yao, why is it you?"

Yao Jianqi smiled, and handed the bag to him for safekeeping: "It can't be me?"

"I thought I would never meet you in this kind of place again." Yann shook his head repeatedly as he put the bag away, as if regretting, "You can't come here specially to drink, right?"

"Give me a drink." Yao Jianqi touched an idle luminous coaster and said, "It's best for you to use it for fire-breathing performances."

"Oh my God." Yann rounded his mouth in surprise, "Who will suffer tonight?"

"You saw it too." Yao Jianqi slightly turned his shoulders, and re-revealed the covered scene to Yann, "Someone cut my friend's boot cover."

Only then did Yann see that there was a gap in the craft table surrounded by the green turban, and there was a new man standing in the center. It must be said that he was a bit handsome.

The situation took a turn for the better with Yao An's arrival.

First of all, Pang Sheng was no longer so half-hearted, he straightened his back to compete with the opponent's chest muscles; Lin Qiao, who was supported by him, seemed not so depressed, and actually called him "Brother An" in a half-dream and half-awake state.

"Are you fucking crazy." Yao An didn't care about the response, and shot Pang Sheng with a knife, "Bringing minors to the bar? Thanks to you!"

"How do I know he's underage? He's in college!" Pang Sheng gritted his teeth while puffing out his chest. "If I hadn't just looked for his ID card, I wouldn't have found out that he borrowed it from his teammates!"

"Isn't there all the information?!" Yao An said angrily.

"I just memorized the physical data, who doesn't have to worry about age, it's not my son!" Pang Sheng was also angry, and he couldn't let the enemy see that they were fighting among themselves.

But no matter whether the other party could see it or not, that green hat, oh no, the green turban, was obviously dissatisfied with their behavior of ignoring him, especially for this uninvited guest.

He said something in English angrily, Yao An understood, because it was relatively simple, he was asking who you are.

Yao An subconsciously wanted to say "Never mind your business, but he didn't know how to translate it properly. The only person who was proficient in English and French didn't know where he was at the moment.

After checking his ID card at the entrance of the bar just now, he found Pang Sheng next to several slot machines when he came in, so he rushed here immediately. Yao Jianqi said something and pulled him, but he didn't.

As a result, he disappeared as soon as he turned around.

Yao An was anxious about the other end, but now he had to take care of the other end. He couldn't find anyone, so he had to deal with it first, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

The man in the green turban croaked a bunch of words, seeking the affirmation and approval of his companions from time to time. Yao An was just like doing English listening comprehension, he could only guess based on keywords, such as "dating" and "tonight"...

Yao An roughly understood what it meant to be facing a little boy in this kind of place.

So he pointed to Lin Qiao and said, "He's not yet of age."

The other party was obviously unconvinced, so he said something longer, and Pang Sheng couldn't help poking him: "I told him this before, and I showed him his real ID card, but this foreigner is fucking blind, Do not deny it!"

Yao An frowned: "You don't know how to call security?"

"What if it gets too big!" Pang Sheng yelled secretly, "He's really a minor!"

"..." Yao An looked at Pang Sheng with a face of "Look at the evil you have done", and tried to push Lin Qiao a few times, "Lin Qiao, Lin Qiao, can you talk?"

Lin Qiao tried to open his drooping eyelids, as if he understood, and wanted to nod, but fell down.

There were three hands supporting at the same time, namely Yao An, Pang Sheng, and the green turban. Lin Qiao was confused and fell to Yao An's side, but before any of the hands could take the lead, he leaned back abruptly , unsteadily, slanting to the right.

Lin Qiao's forehead rested on a delicate collarbone, like quartz with a small specific heat capacity. The heat dropped suddenly after evening, making the drunken head feel refreshingly comfortable.

Yao Jianqi took the unexpected glances of Lin Qiao and Yao An who were like ooze, and of course others, and he accepted them one by one. He only gave Yao An a suggestive look, and the glass of distilled wine in his right hand remained motionless.

"Who is this handsome guy?" Pang Sheng secretly played with Yao An's back and asked dignifiedly, relying on foreigners not being able to understand him.

"My brother." Yao An turned back, his eyes fixed on Yao Jianqi.

The green turban's attention was briefly diverted for a while, and then he quickly returned to the main topic. It was another Asian face, and he touched Lin Qiao's shoulder with a thought that the other party couldn't understand anyway.

Lin Qiao once again escaped passively and safely from the opponent's palm covered with golden hairs.

Yao Jianqi turned the person who was half leaning against him in a half circle, facing the green scarf with his entire right side. At this moment, he took a look at Lin Qiao, not in a hurry, and behaved less like an unexpected person than anyone present. to the intruder.

"My friend is drunk." He muttered to himself.

Hearing his fluent French, the other party was a little surprised, and checked him out again.

Yao Jianqi's face couldn't be fully presented under the dim indoor lights, but the turning just now made him throw away a certain moon beam, and a small piece of face stood still under the gentle shadow, a bit... a bit like the cup in his hand. Absinthe called Lost.

The anise-green liquid was passed up little by little in the sight of the green turban, accompanied by the quiet voice of the drinker: "How about a drink?"