【Rebirth】I'm so fragrant with the bamboo horse who hates and fears

Anxiety and panic made his brows tightly knit together.

It's like something you thought was at your fingertips, but it may no longer belong to you. You are not only unwilling.

Ouyang Cheng took a few deep breaths.

He stood with his hands folded and his eyes downcast for a long time. He opened his eyes, his eyes fluttered, and there was a smile on his lips.

He took out his mobile phone, looked it up for a while, then opened the map, chose an address and took a taxi there.

At night, the nightlife that belongs to the city is bustling with lights, especially in this kind of street full of bars, the night is the time for them to live and revel.

Men and women in the most luxurious, sophisticated, beautiful, bold and avant-garde clothes come and go from the bar.

But they are all grown men and women.

So the waiter looked at Ouyang Cheng, who was not short but had a childish face and was obviously not yet an adult, and stopped him with his hand, "Student, you can't play here."

Ouyang Cheng glanced at the sign of Ye Shi, the most famous and largest bar in Jing'an City.

Ouyang Cheng carried his bag. After being stopped, he didn't panic, took out [-] from his pocket and handed it to the waiter, "Let your manager come out."

After the bar manager came out, Ouyang Cheng showed him his elder brother's business card, and after saying a few more words, the hotel manager took him in, found a quiet booth, and served a row of drinks.

Ouyang Cheng asked the bar manager to go down, but the bar manager had to be watched quietly.

Ouyang Cheng looked at a bar of wine. In his mind, he was an adult himself in a bar full of people, laughing, playing around, mixing drinks, playing cards, hugging beautiful women, and stuffing them into their twin peaks. Put in a lot of money...

dance...

blurred…

carnival…

Then he gulped down the wine.

Ouyang Cheng pressed his temples, slid his Adam's apple up and down a few times, and picked up the bottle opener. It was his first time drinking, but he was as proficient as he had opened countless wine bottles.

The strongest whiskey, mix it with ice cubes, and drink it in one gulp.

It doesn't taste bad, and it doesn't feel spicy.

This is what he should be most familiar with.

After three bottles, he took out his cell phone camera to look, and the face inside had already been painted on.

But his consciousness and soul are sober.

He beckoned the waiter to come over, explained a few words, then pointed to the phone on the phone screen and asked the waiter to call.

...

Aunt An was already asleep, and Shen Yan was solving a chemistry problem. The door of his room was open, but the lamp on the desk was only turned on.

He was waiting for Ouyang Cheng to come home.

Glancing at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, he took out his mobile phone, looked at Ouyang Cheng's phone number, but hesitated whether to call or not.

He pursed his pale lips tightly, and the shadow of his profile under the desk lamp was illusory and stubborn.

His slender fingers shook a few times, and when he finally wanted to lock the screen and put down the phone, Ouyang Cheng's phone popped in instantly.

The word Xiaocheng is better than any surprise.

Shen Yan took it, and was stunned when he heard the strange voice, then frowned after listening, his face became even uglier.

He picked up his coat, and Peppa Pig's key, and went out the door.

...

The night is when the bar is boiling, with deafening music, crazy men and women, carnival, twisting and ambiguous.

They even wanted to pull this handsome-looking young man to join them, but they were stared back with cold eyes.

Shen Yan found Ouyang Cheng, the young boy propped his chin with immature eyes, and played with the wine glass with lowered eyes, which was beyond his perception of maturity and sophistication.

There are already many empty wine glasses on the table.

The other party still wanted to drink, Shen Yan became angry in an instant, pushed away the people around, walked over, snatched the bar, stomped it on the table, and spilled the wine on the table, "Ouyang Cheng, don't go home , who allowed you to come here?"