After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

There was only one light on in the whole bar.

The lamp chased ambiguously at the center of the stage, where a tall man was holding the shoulder of a fair-skinned boy in an extremely ambiguous posture.

The man touched the white pills in his pocket, and there was a small spray next to the pills.

He quietly put the pill in his mouth, lowered his head——

Cen Nian suddenly took a small step back.

He is drunk and his brain has become dull, but he still has the cognitive ability to the things around him.Cen Nian rubbed his eyes and muttered softly:

"Kiss?" He thought for a while and said seriously, "Sorry, I only kiss Patrick."

This sentence was amplified by the microphone, causing a burst of laughter from the audience.

The man's expression changed.

He thought that Cen Nian had noticed something and was reminding him in such a funny way.But - his eyes traced from Cen Nian's face again, and then seemed to go down to the collarbone, he really didn't want to let go of the fat that reached his mouth.

He smiled, took a step forward, and raised his hand as if to support Cen Nian. At the same time, he took out the spray from his pocket with his other hand and sprayed it on Cen Nian's face twice.

Unprepared, Cen Nian suddenly took two breaths, and then coughed violently until his cheeks turned red.

And there was a malicious smile on the man's face.He took a step forward, put his hand on Cen Nian's neck, and said softly:

"Come on, I'm willing to bet, just kiss—"

Suddenly, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The audience was silent.

The man's face changed, and he looked back at the person who kicked him——

It was a very tall young man, at first glance, he was taller than a man.The man was wearing a black mask, a sweater jacket and overalls, and a pair of Martin boots on his feet.Because he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see his face clearly, only a pair of eyes could be seen, staring at him condescendingly.

Those eyes are so beautiful, I don't know if it's an illusion, but they look familiar, as if I've seen them in some movies.The man's eyes were full of black ink, cold and indifferent, looking at him with eyes like looking at a dead person.

The man shivered involuntarily.After reacting to the fear in his heart, and hearing a few comments and chuckles from the audience, he became angry from embarrassment.

"What are you?"

He straightened up, glaring at the man.He stepped forward and pushed the opponent twice, but who knows, the person didn't even move, the strength was terrifying.The man is already 30 years old this year, and the young man looks like he is only 26 or [-] years old at most, and he suddenly feels very humiliated:

"I was the one who was chased by the spotlight, this is the rule of the game," he cursed, "Even if you want to sleep with this kid, I have to eat the rest—"

"To shut up."

A trace of cruelty flashed in the young man's eyes.

In the next second, the man was kicked directly to the ground.

The young man put his hands in his pockets carelessly, only lifted one foot, and kicked lightly with almost no force, and the man was kicked to the ground.He froze for a moment, in addition to the pain, it was more of a sense of embarrassment and shame.

The most exasperating thing was that the host and staff members were watching with great interest, as if they were satisfied with this direction.

The discussion in the audience said that the laughter was louder.

Cen Nian innocently looked at the standing one, then at the lying one.He ran a few steps to squat down next to the lying person, and whispered:

"You're a badass, oh--you're a bastard."

Obviously still immersed in the story of SpongeBob SquarePants.

He didn't forget what he inhaled just now, and now he feels a little uncomfortable, probably because of this.

man:"……"

A smile appeared in the eyes of the standing young man, he waved to Cen Nian and said in a low voice, "Come here."

Cen Nian was very obedient.

He stood up and took two steps back, but suddenly remembered something.He turned back.

The man who fell on the ground rubbed his waist and got up, but before he could stand still, he suddenly felt a light kick.

The force of that kick was indeed very light, but the angle was damn tricky, and he happened to be standing on the edge of the stage, which was a bit slippery. With this kick, he actually slid directly off the stage and fell all over the place.

Cen Nian squatted on the edge of the stage and looked at him, waved to him, and said seriously:

"Boss ruffian, you are not welcome in the underwater world, goodbye."

The man looked at him, his face flushed with anger, but he couldn't do anything, so he stooped and slipped away from the crowd.

Cen Nian kept watching him disappear before turning back and standing next to the young man.

He looked up at the young man for a while.

The young man also looked down at him, his eyes were very gentle and soft.

Ding Fu was in the audience, seeing the man's gaze on Cen Nian, her heart moved.

That voice was exactly the same as the voice from the microphone just now, this person should be Cen Nian's 'senior'.only……

Ding Fu looked at the two of them thoughtfully.

On the stage.

Fu Ran stared at Cen Nian, stroked his hair, and asked in a low voice:

"It's so late, why don't you go back to the hotel?"

Cen Nian didn't answer.

He looked at Fu Ran ignorantly as if he didn't understand.

Cen Nian looked up at him fixedly, and after a while, he whispered:

"You are—" He seemed very happy, and smiled, "You are Patrick."

Due to being drunk, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were half-opened, and his pupils were shining, seductive without knowing it.

Fu Ran paused, his eyes darkened.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Cen Nian."

Suddenly, the host took the microphone and interrupted them:

"Although the person has changed, the punishment will still continue—"

Don't wait for him to finish.

Cen Nian stood on tiptoe, pulled off Fu Ran's mask, and kissed him.

Masks blocked their faces.The host, including the audience in the audience, were all shocked.

Cen Nian just touched it, then stood back and said contentedly:

"Pai Daxing can be kissed."

Like a child who just ate a piece of candy, he licked the corner of his lips with a satisfied expression.

Fu Ran's breathing became rapid in an instant.

But he still remembered what kind of place it was.They couldn't stay for too long. Some people in the audience were already wondering, and even raised their mobile phones to take two pictures.

He put on his mask again, looked at the host, and asked in a low voice:

"Is this okay?"

The host wanted to emphasize the '5-minute hot kiss', but when he saw the young man's cold eyes, he was frozen, so he had to laugh twice and said:

"Barely, barely. But..."

He thought for a while, then said cautiously: "There is also a talent show, pole dancing."

This really cannot be less, and he will have his salary deducted.

"Pole dancing?"

Fu Ran's voice turned cold.

The host was shocked.

Emboldened, he said, "Yes, this gentleman drew the lottery himself. The punishment is pole dancing and kissing for 5 minutes."

"Pole dancing?"

Cen Nian repeated the word.

For some reason, he felt a little hot and wanted to drink a glass of iced Coke.

But, fortunately, Pai Daxing is cool.

Cen Nian leaned on Fu Ran.

Maybe it's because Pai Daxing is an underwater creature, and underwater creatures are relatively cool.

Thinking of this, Cen Nian felt that he had found a very reasonable explanation, and nodded in satisfaction. .

Fu Ran: "..."

He thought for a while, looked at the host, and said:

"another."

"what?"

Fu Ran paused, and then said, "As long as it's a performance, it's fine, right?"

"Theoretically..."

Fu Ran nodded slightly.

There are some equipment in the backstage. The rock band just finished performing, and before they can take everything away, the guitarist and bassist are watching them with great interest.

He sent Cen Nian off the stage first, let Li Yang in the audience watch, and then walked backstage.

The drum set was still on the edge of the stage, before it could be moved away, the drummer threw the sticks and glanced at Fu Ran.

The two looked at each other.

After a while, the drummer whistled, and Fu Ran smiled.The drummer raised his hand and threw the drum stick to him through the air.

Fu Ran stretched out his hand to hold it, and nodded:

"Thanks."

3 minute later.

The loud background music stopped and the whole bar fell silent.In the darkness, low guitar chords cut in.

It's obviously an electric guitar, but the sound is extremely gentle.It flows quietly in a gloomy blackness, as if waiting for something.

A beam of chasing light suddenly lit up, chasing at the center of the stage.

There was a drum kit.

A young man wearing a mask sits casually.With his eyelids half down, he looked down at the drum set, and there was some nostalgic look in his eyes.The next second, he closed his eyes.

The bar was quiet.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and tapped the two drumsticks three times.

When he opened it again, he looked towards the auditorium and found the person he was looking for at a glance.Cen Nian stood very close to the stage, his eyes were bright, and he followed the example of others and whistled at him.

A faint smile appeared in Fu Ran's eyes.

After three beatings, the drum stick quickly spun in a circle in his hand.

The guitarist met his eyes, and the chords that had been singing in a low voice stopped.

Fu Ran's fingers are well-articulated and extremely flexible. The not-so-light drum stick quickly and smoothly draws a circle, is thrown halfway into the air, and when it falls again, Fu Ran catches it directly and hits it on the tom drum. First beat.

--thumping!

At the same time as the sound was clear, the sound of the guitar cut in.

Different from just now, the main theme at this time gradually became more exciting, and the sense of rhythm was also attracted by the drums, from weak to strong.

Playing the drum set requires mobilizing the muscles of the whole body. Fu Ran controls the bass drum with a single mallet head on his right foot, and holds the drumsticks in his left and right hands, switching smoothly between toms, snare drums and cymbals.

Almost showing off.

Many people didn't realize until this time that playing drums without any melody can be so attractive.Even the high-pitched electric guitar melody was reduced to a foil.

From every movement, to the unexpected rhythm, one after another, almost forcing the eardrum and the pulsating blood vessels, making people shudder and goosebumps all over the body.

Unlike most drummers, when Fu Ran plays the drums, he doesn't put all his heart into it and follow the rhythm completely.

Even when the main theme and rhythm are the most exciting, he still keeps his sanity.In the chaos and the screams of countless people, those beautiful eyes never closed from the beginning to the end.

He must remain calm.

He is not the kind of drummer who influences rhythm through emotion, he is the drummer who controls emotion through rhythm.

In many performances and practices in the past, Fu Ran has always been the calmest person in the band. He can even dissociate from the music indifferently, watching the audience and companions, watching them being infected by the music and the beat Happy and excited look when mobilized.

"Some people play drums as a way to vent," the guitarist in the college band once said to him, "but Fu Ran's drumming is a kind of patience and a kind of control."

"You say you," the guitarist smiled and thumped his shoulder, "what do you want to control? What do you want to endure?"

Fu Ran remembered his answer.

"Because there is something special I want."

"Wanting to—cannot allow any failure."

"I'm not [-]% sure yet, so," he smiled and whispered, "I can only endure."

Memory comes back.

The tempo gradually accelerated, and the music entered one of the most surging parts.

Fu Ran's gaze slid across the surprised, excited, and crazy faces in the audience, and stopped in a corner.The bass drum was muffled, stepping on the main beat, Fu Ran's eyes softened.

There, his little friend was looking up at him obediently and intently.

Seemingly noticing the look in his eyes, Cen Nian mouthed him and smiled.

Fu Ran's heart stopped beating.

He lowered his head and looked away.

——Cen Nian was saying 'so handsome'.

The song is over.

The guitarist came over excitedly and asked him, "Which band are you in?"

At this level, he doesn't believe that the other party is an amateur, maybe he is a colleague.

Fu Ran shook his head: "Sorry, there is something urgent."

The atmosphere of the audience was mobilized by the performance of just a few minutes.The spotlights flickered again, looking for the next lucky audience.

More and more people blocked, asking Fu Ran various questions.

He was used to this kind of battle for a long time, and he pushed aside the crowd and walked down the stage without changing his expression.And among those who came over, some even directly asked him if he belonged to Fu Ran.

He didn't answer at all.Passed through the crowd, turned a few corners, and exited the bar by a small path - he had observed it when he first came.

Li Yang was waiting for him outside in his car, and Cen Nian was also there.The child's face was flushed abnormally, and he tiptoed to look at him.

In addition, there is a woman.

The woman had wavy hair, delicate makeup, and was biting her nails a little anxiously.

The moment she saw Li Yang, she understood.Cen Nian is not lying, nor is he too involved in the drama, his 'senior', the person he likes, the person who was scolded by Ding Fu for being prudish...

It's Fu Ran, it's really Fu Ran.

Ding Fu took a step forward: "Sorry, I—"

"Ms. Ding," Fu Ran pulled off his mask, made a gesture, and interrupted her gently, "Cen Niancai."

Ding Fu was taken aback.

Fu Ran came here after changing his clothes. He didn't wear his usual shirt. Only when he was wearing such clothes did he show a temperament that matched his age at this time.However, his expression, demeanor, including his attitude, made Ding Fu unable to believe that he was only 24 years old.

She was obviously close to thirty, but in front of Fu Ran, she was just obediently being scolded.

Of course Fu Ran didn't sound harsh.He watched Ding Fu quietly, and said without any emotion:

"He doesn't understand, Ms. Ding," he smiled, "you don't understand either?"

"I think you probably guessed what the spray that man is holding is."

He stood in a very relaxed posture, holding Cen Nian in his arms.Cen Nian seemed to be very hot, panting loudly, and a little dizzy, still whispering something like 'Paddy' and 'Miss Sandy', very persistent.

Fu Ran paused, and continued:

"Have you ever wondered what would have happened if I hadn't come today?"

His voice was gentle, but his eyes were cold.

Ding Fu was startled.

"Sorry, it's my fault." After a while, she lowered her head.

Fu Ran lowered his head and looked at Cen Nian, who frowned in pain. His eyes darkened, and his brows frowned, as if distressed.

After a while, Fu Ran looked at Ding Fu and said:

"I hope," he smiled, "you will have less contact with Cen Nian in the future. Is that okay?"

Most of this proposal was for the good of Cen Nian.

In addition, there is also Fu Ran's own selfishness.He remembered the photo that had just been sent to his cell phone. Cen Nian and Ding Fu were walking on the path in the afternoon, chatting with each other with a smile, and the atmosphere was very good.

——That was the expression Cen Nian had never shown to him.

Real, frank, not so naive, but very, very endearing.

He dreamed that Cen Nian could talk to him like that.

But no matter in his previous life or in this life, he was not the one who could be looked at by Cen Nian like that, and who could talk to Cen Nian like that.

Either Wei Yan or Ding Fu.

Fu Ran looked in the rearview mirror. Ding Fu got on a bus and sat alone in the back seat, looking a little lonely.

Fu Ran looked away.

Looking at the thick night outside the window, he was a little distracted.

But soon, he didn't have the heart to think about anything else.Because, Cen Nian started to rub around, seemed very restless, and seemed extremely hot.

"Patrick," he whispered, "it's so hot. How can the underwater world be so hot. Has the volcano erupted?"

Fu Ran was helpless.

He asked Li Yang to raise the baffle, turn down the brightness of the air conditioner, and said:

"Is it still hot?"

Cen Nian nodded honestly.

Fu Ran took a magazine casually, fanned him, and asked him, "What about now?"

Cen Nian still nodded and said, "It's very hot."

Fu Ran was helpless.Fortunately, the hotel is not far from here, and we will arrive soon.They got off the car in the underground parking lot. Fu Ran thought about it, fearing that he wouldn't be able to walk, so he simply hugged Cen Nian.

Cen Nian put his arms around his neck, as if he was used to this position, rubbed against his neck like a kitten, and said:

"It's cold now."

Fu Ran patted him on the back and carried him into the elevator.Li Yang went to find a parking space, but did not follow.

Fu Ran didn't quite understand what Cen Nian defined 'hot' and 'cool'.

until--

The elevator slowly ascended, and amidst the slight sense of weightlessness, Cen Nian leaned into his ear and said in a breathless voice:

"I'm a little hungry."

"Are you hungry?" Fu Ran smiled and comforted him gently, "Go back later—"

Cen Nian shook his head.

During his exhalations, the warm breath sprayed on Fu Ran's ears. I don't know if it was intentional, but his voice was lower than usual. Compared with the clear and bright, it was a bit hoarse and ambiguous.

He asked softly:

"are you not hungry?"

Before Fu Ran could answer, Cen Nian smiled, and continued:

"I'm delicious, would you like to have a taste?"

"..."

Fu Ran's breath stagnates.