High Leng Xueba is a coquettish monster

Lu Qing was riding a bicycle on the busy city streets at night.

Although City B is not big, it is not considered a prosperous city in the whole country.But the advantage is that the fireworks are very strong, and the city center is often bustling and brightly lit, like a city that never sleeps.

For this city, nightlife is just beginning.

But for Lu Qing, he is only bored now. He had just finished his self-study at night and was about to go home when his phone vibrated suddenly. He took it out and saw that it said "Dad".

He picked it up and picked it up, and Dad said to let him come to "Number Nine" to pick him up.

Lu Qing had heard the same words countless times, and without thinking too much, he turned around on his bicycle and rode in the opposite direction from home.

The vehicles in front made twists and turns, so he had to move forward cautiously on his bicycle, stopping and walking for a while. It usually took nearly half an hour to complete the 10-minute journey.

It was already past 10:30 when we finally arrived in front of the "No. [-]" gate.

"Number Nine" is the name of a bar.Located in the city center where people come and go, it is quite famous in this area.From the outside, "No. [-]" doesn't have much gorgeous decoration. The black iron sheets are twisted and twisted, and some of them are rusted due to the long time and wind and rain. It emits colorful and dim light, and the curtains printed with ancient totems hang down at the gate, covering the scene inside the bar, like a silent attraction.

Lu Qing paused in front of the door of "No. [-]", and looked at the coquettish totem pattern on the curtain.Parked the bicycle on the side of the road, opened the curtain and walked in.

"No. [-]" is not noisy, there are not so many people gathered together to swing and scream to the music, but it is not a quiet cafe, laughter and chatter come from all directions, piercing Lu Qing's head like a needle , causing his thoughts to stagnate for a moment.

But it was only a moment before Lu Qing got used to the noisy environment around him.He has been to "Number Nine" many times, and he knows which seat has the strongest light and which seat is relatively quiet.

Lu Qing raised his head and looked around.

I saw a person standing at the bar shaking a drink with his arms raised.

He didn't wear the bartender's white shirt and suit vest, but he moved very skillfully. He even shook the glass while shaking the wine.

The hair is a bit long and messy, as if it has never been well taken care of, and it is tied into a small pull at the back of the head, and the rest of the hair is scattered on the head.The stubble at the corners of the mouth is a little obvious, lining them together, there is a kind of wanton charm.

Behind the man were row after row of neatly placed wine bottles. Under the dim light, the glass wine bottles reflected an indescribable halo of color, which hit the man's face and body, adding a sense of evil.

When he saw Lu Qing's sweeping gaze, the man also cast a glance at him, with the corners of his eyes and mouth upturned.

Lu Qing didn't stay on him, he didn't know him, he only knew that every time he came over, he always saw that person in the bar, sometimes he was bartending like today, sometimes he chatted with some bar people , Sometimes I just sit quietly in a corner of the bar, staring at my phone and playing.

Maybe someone who is very idle, Lu Qing thought, otherwise why would he stay in the bar every day.

The other party also seemed to be familiar with him, and every time their eyes collided inadvertently, they could always see the corners of the other party's mouth raised.

However, Lu Qing never responded. He didn't want to have easy contact with others, especially people who always appeared in bars. These things were time-consuming and nerve-wracking for him.

He glanced again, and saw his father Lu Shilin in the seat to the right under the bar.

Lu Shilin was drinking with a few men he didn't know. He seemed to be a little dizzy, and his hand holding the wine glass was a little erratic, but they were chatting enthusiastically, and there was no sign of wanting to leave.

Lu Qing sighed in his heart, and walked over slowly.

"dad."

Lu Shilin heard a familiar voice in a trance, turned his head to look, and instantly met his son's foggy eyes, and he couldn't see clearly the expression inside.

"Hey, Xiao Qing is here!" Lu Shilin waved his wine glass and put his arms around the shoulders of the person next to him, "Brother, this is my son."

Several men around greeted Lu Qing one after another.

Lu Qing didn't return, just nodded briefly, and he glanced at Lu Shilin again, Lu Shilin had already picked up the wine glass again, and started drinking with those friends.

He lowered his eyes and walked silently towards a corner with his schoolbag on his back.

This corner is the most well-lit and quietest seat based on his own experience in bars many times.But in a bar, no matter how bright or quiet a seat is, it's not much better.

Probably because the seats are too remote, away from the immersion and chaos brought by the bar, there is often no one sitting here.Over time, this seat became the place where Lu Qing spent the longest time besides home and school.

Lu Qing didn't stop there. He sat down and adjusted his seat. The messy environment of the bar brought some sweltering heat. Lu Qing took off his school uniform jacket and put it next to him. He took out the book "[-]" from his schoolbag, and turned the paper to a new one. One, pick up the pen, sink into the sea of ​​questions.

The boy in adolescence had smooth black hair that covered his head softly, and the broken hair fell down on his forehead, barely covering his eyes. His skin was relatively white, and under the dim light of the bar, there was a little blush.

It was noisy and chaotic, people were drinking without scruple, laughing, talking about where to spend their time next, and complaining about all kinds of things that didn't go well in life.But he seemed to be in another world, and the dim light above his head shrouded him in a tranquility different from the chaos around him.

Out of place, but as it should be.

He was immersed in the sea of ​​questions, unable to sense changes in the surrounding environment, until someone patted his desk.

Lu Qing frowned, he hated others interrupting him to write papers, especially when he was working hard.

The visitor didn't know how much alcohol he drank, he only felt a strong smell of alcohol attacking him, almost making him faint.

Lu Qing's brows frowned even deeper.

The man's footsteps swayed, as if he was about to faint in a second, and fell on Lu Qing.

"Hey, boy, are you full? What homework are you doing here?" The other party stuck out his tongue.

Lu Qing didn't answer, the pen was still writing on the paper.

"Oh, I'm asking you something!"

Lu Qing's hand holding the pen tightened.

"What's the matter with you little brat? Do you understand the most basic manners?"

I don't understand, Lu Qing thought to herself.

"You're still a fucking student like you, you don't even answer your questions, you're an ass!... Alas, alas, you're not fucking dumb, are you?"

Lu Qing stopped writing the paper.

It's not uncommon to find faults like this before. Lu Qingchang is white and clean, refreshing, and entrusted by the chaotic environment around him, he looks quiet and beautiful.There are always some people who strike up a conversation or provoke out of curiosity or pure displeasure, but Lu Qing often ignores them and writes his own.

The man was getting more and more bossy, and the swear words came out of his mouth one after another, and it became more and more unsavory.

Lu Qing suddenly felt very irritable, and he reached out to grab his hair.

As soon as he raised his hand, the man suddenly stepped back, then stretched out his arm and knocked off his hand with a "slap", and stretched out his hand to yank the paper.

Before the pen left the paper, a long line was drawn on the scroll.

The other party's words slammed like cannonballs.

"Hey! Why, do you still want to do something? Let me tell you that you are not a good boy. You came to the bar to do your homework. What are you pretending to be? You are a bad boy, and you still come to the bar. You can't... "

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qing raised his head and stared at him.

The man was stunned for a moment, but forgot to continue cursing.The boy's brows were slightly frowned, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes seemed to be hiding sharp needles, staring at him through the lenses, but the power remained undiminished.

He was actually frightened by an adolescent kid.

The man regained his senses, his blood suddenly surged up, he didn't have time to think, he stretched out his hand, just wanted to punch the boy in front of him in the side.

But the punch didn't go out.

A pair of well-boned hands passed between Lu Qing and the man and pressed them on the table, blocking the man's about to throw his fist.

Some rambling voices came from above Lu Qing's head.

"Hey, don't worry about other children? Just do your homework, and it doesn't bother you?"

It was the man who always smiled at him.

Lu Qing looked up, but was blocked by him, so Lu Qing couldn't see the drunk picker.

The person who found the fault fixed his eyes, looked blankly at the person in front of him, suddenly patted his head, and pulled a greasy smile: "Yo, this is not burning brother... Oh, this kid needs to do homework, right? Hehe, I've drunk too much wine, I'm a bit over the top, I'm sorry haha..."

"Go, go, get out of here, don't wander around here reeking of alcohol, what should you do if you get scared later?"

"Why are you so careless, hahaha?" The man smirked twice, "Oh... I have a friend over there who asked me to drink, let's go first." The man waved his hand and walked back with empty steps .

"Get off, get off." The man called Brother Ran waved his hand in disgust.

The surroundings became quiet for a while, Lu Qing scratched his hair, paused for a moment, then rearranged the paper, picked up the eraser on the side, and carefully wiped off the lines just drawn.

"Hey."

The voice sounded, different from the yelling of the drunk man, it was very soft, like a lover's murmur before going to bed.

The sofa chair on the opposite side was sagging, Brother Ran said: "Don't you want to say thank you to me? Kid?"

The voice was low and gentle, like a gentle coaxing.

Lu Qing paused with his rubber hand.

The man's voice was clear, soft, and not drunk.

The other party's voice sounded again: "Why don't you go home and do your homework? It's so noisy here, what should I do if I get distracted?"

Seeing that the child didn't respond, Brother Ran was not in a hurry, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened a bit: "What are you doing? Exam? How old is the kid? This exam looks so difficult."

Lu Qing frowned again.This time, it's because of this person's tone, as if he was coaxing a child, did he treat him as a primary school student?He is obviously already a high school student.

"Is the music too loud here? What if it disturbs the children doing their homework, or should I turn it off for you?"

Brother Ran slowly got down on his knees, resting his head on his arms. The boy's face became clear as he approached, his brows and eyes were like a bright moon, he was staring at the paper, his nose was straight and straight, which was really good-looking.

He grinned the corner of his mouth, his broken hair fell down on his forehead to cover a little bit of his sight, Brother Ran blew out a breath, his own broken hair was blown away, and even the hair of the boy opposite him fluttered a little.

"The kid is so shy, brother..."

At this moment, Lu Qing suddenly raised his head and stared at Brother Ran, but there were no sharp needles in his eyes.

Brother Ran was stunned.

Only the clear voice of the young man sounded from his ears: "I'm not called a kid."