Inner entertainment first vase

French girls are amazing.

Ke Yu couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, only this hazy thought was left, and before he could react and reject it, the hand behind him that was supporting his waist and groping a few times disappeared, his waist softened, and there was a sound of surprise in his ear. Huh, a strong arm stuck to his waist, and the other hand pulled him out of the forceful kiss with a tyrannical and powerful gesture.

This momentum doesn't seem to be saving the field, it is clearly here to snatch people.

Ke Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad intuition.He was too familiar with the hand holding his wrist, from the temperature to the texture of the palm, from the thin calluses to the thickness of the fingertips.

When she fell into his arms, she looked up, and it was indeed Shanglu.

Shang Lu was condescending, his eyes drooped, and he just glanced at him lightly.

They were all dumbfounded.

His lips were also swollen from kisses, and they were red under the dim and charming light.

Shanglu's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were flat until he didn't reveal any emotion.

But the scene inexplicably cooled down.

The girl who forced the kiss was in a bad mood, and she didn't seem to be enjoying herself enough. She blew kisses at Ke Yu and said something hoarsely at the same time.It was French, and Ke Yu couldn't understand it, but judging from the booing of the people around him, it was definitely not a good thing.He instinctively looked at Shanglu again, his eyes begging for help.Shanglu squinted her eyes, and said coldly: "She said your lips are very soft, and your tongue is also very soft. It is very comfortable to kiss, like sweet. She likes you, likes you very much, her heart beats for you, and her enthusiasm is also Burning for you, please allow her to want to kiss your whole body thousands of times."

Ke Yu: "..."

Damn, do you have to translate it like this!

Ke Yu gritted his teeth in embarrassment and said, "Thank you, I don't need to be so detailed and accurate."

Shang Lu curled his lips expressionlessly and raised his eyebrows: "Trust and elegance."

As soon as the words of "Xin Daya" fell, Shang Lu changed his extremely stern expression, stared at the girl and said every word in French: "You are late, he has a sweetheart."

The heat on his face did not subside until the end of the party.It's not embarrassment, it's fucking humiliation.How could he be kissed by a girl in front of Shanglu? !Ke Yu picked up his coat and left the show. He walked out with the troupe in a trance, and suddenly there was another wet kiss on his face——

Ke Yu: "?"

Shanglu: "..."

The girl was still holding a dark green beer bottle. After the kiss, she laughed and ran away from him, high-fiving her best friend together.Ke Yu raised the back of his hand and gently wiped his cheek, "...French."

He said inexplicably.

"French."

Shanglu's eyes darkened and repeated.

It sounded like he was gnashing his teeth, but he didn't know if it was his own illusion.Ke Yu raised his face and asked ignorantly, "Are you unhappy?"

Shang Lu lowered his eyes and stopped in his footsteps.

After watching for a few seconds, he spit out two words: "Happy."

Look at him like a fool.

The hotel is nearby, the streets are empty late at night, and the wet road is bright yellow by the street lamps.The people in the theater troupe walked ahead, Ke Yu racked his brains to figure out how to speak, Shang Lu asked abruptly, "Why didn't you push her away?"

The brain attacked by alcohol reacts slowly, "...Huh?"

"I said—" Shang Lu impatiently clicked his tongue lightly, "Why didn't you push her away when she was kissed?"

"Push it," Ke Yu lowered his face, his face was warm, "..."

Shang Lu didn't hear clearly, he didn't know what he was vague about, "What?" He frowned and asked, "Say it clearly."

Ke Yu bit the bullet and said loudly: "Push it, it touched her chest!"

Shanglu: "..."

Ke Yu raised his forehead in horror, and broke down: "Don't ask! It's none of your business!"

Shanglu stood still, and after a long while, he said annoyedly: "You are right, what does it matter to me? Why should I pull you? I should just stand and watch her kiss you."

Ke Yu lowered his head and lit a cigarette, "Yes, that's right," he choked on him impatiently, the white smoke covered his slightly smoky face, and he asked, "So, why did you rush up to drag me away?"

"I—" Shanglu suddenly stopped talking, gave him a cold look, then turned his head and walked forward, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Ke Yu dusted off the cigarette ash with his hands down, and cursed.

In the early morning after it rained, high-heeled shoes made loose footsteps on the road. People from the troupe stopped to wait for them. Everyone was holding a drink in their left hand and a cigarette in their right hand. He let out a faint sigh, and he didn't know what he was laughing at. All in all, he was very happy.Stella didn't drink, but the cigarette was stuck on her fingertips, which were painted with wine-red nail polish. The student followed her, and she suddenly said, "Why do you always use your goddamn time to torture me? This is very despicable." The student seemed to have a heart, and quickly continued the next sentence: "When! When! One day, doesn't this satisfy your request?"

This tacit understanding spread to the next person. The girl who just kissed Ke Yu said with full emotion: "One day, any day. One day he will be dumb, one day I will be blind, and one day we will become deaf."

Stella took a sip of her cigarette: "One day we are born, one day we die, the same day, the same second, doesn't this satisfy your request?"

They were all in French, and Ke Yu couldn't understand them, but judging from their cadences, they must be some poems or lines.The only person who could translate for him was inexplicably angry. Ke Yu glanced at him. Shang Lu was cold-faced and reluctant to help him translate the first four sentences. He was afraid that he would not fit into the atmosphere and felt that French people were crazy. He explained. : "Waiting for Godot."

Ke Yu nodded, and continued in Chinese: "They let new life be born on the tomb. The light only flashed for a moment, and then it was night again."

Stella and the students and staff walked away again.

Shang Lu was startled unexpectedly, and asked, "Have you memorized it too?"

"Well, for a while, I was obsessed with existentialism. Existence precedes essence and free choice. People are thrown into this world by God, but people need to find the answer, an answer that allows themselves to be free from absurdity, the process of finding the answer, It is also a process of defining one's own essence." Ke Yu smiled.Here are top artists and high-achieving students. He is just an ordinary master of the British School, and it seems that he is playing tricks on his own.

"I haven't watched it for a long time, and I almost forgot about it. In the beginning, I was depressed because I kept watching these. Sartre, Camus, Beckett... I still like Chekhov."

Shanglu guessed, "The Cherry Orchard?"

Ke Yu shook her head: "I have faith, so it is not so painful, and when I think of my mission, I am no longer afraid of life."

""Seagull"." Shanglu replied.

"Yeah." Ke Yu looked up at him with bright eyes, as if saying that you are amazing.

"If you say so, I also have a poem for you." Phytophthora thought for a while, and said in English: "I want to let myself have strong roots, but it is not yet the time for me to grow leaves and bloom." "

Ke Yu laughed: "Yeats."

Shanglu's footsteps paused for a moment.He should have guessed that with Ke Yu's ability to interpret scripts and his aesthetic intuition in literature, this kind of talent did not fall from the sky at all, but was read out of countless mornings and evenings.His eyes were gentle, and he pursed his lips, "Okay, I'll test you again—"

Ke Yu said, "Is it my turn?"

Shang Lu was startled, and replied helplessly: "Say it."

"Everyone who strives for self-improvement will be saved in the end."

"This is too simple," Shang Lu said casually, "Faust."

The hotel is right in front of you, some live elsewhere, some are looking for friends, the troupe has already kissed each other good night on the main road, Ke Yu thought of caring: "Have you booked a hotel yet?"

"No."

"No?" Ke Yu asked suspiciously.

"Booked."

"Is it booked or not?" Ke Yu asked angrily, biting a cigarette.

Shanglu also annoyed: "It's ordered!"

Ke Yu frowned at him, and took the cigarette from his lips: "Why are you so impatient?"

The atmosphere of talking about literature just now disappeared, Shang Lu frowned and said annoyedly: "You are patient."

"I'm not impatient." Ke Yu said, walking forward.The hotel was across the road, and Ke Yu stood in front of the zebra crossing, waiting for the traffic light to turn green.The troupe waved at them at the door, Ke Yu half-raised his hand and responded lazily, but asked, "Which hotel did you book?"

"Don't worry about it." Shang Lu became cold again.

"Then I'm leaving." Ke Yu said.

When the green light came on, Ke Yu did not take the first step.

Shanglu said, "I forgot my phone."

Ke Yu stood where he was, looked back into his eyes, "Where did you forget?"

Shanglu said, "A place to drink."

Ke Yu turned around, his eyes were still in deep contact with Shang Lu, but his tone became nonchalant, and he asked casually, "Do you want me to go back and take it with you?"

When the smoke burned to the end, Ke Yu took one last puff and extinguished it on the trash can beside him. Before Shang Lu could answer, he said, "Let's go."

The 30-second green light did not wait for a pedestrian, and the person waiting for the light turned his head and went in the opposite direction.

"What if it is taken away by others?" Ke Yu asked boredly.

"Then take it."

"Are there no secrets in your phone?"

"No."

"Don't you have me on your phone?"

Shang Lu glanced at him: "No."

"I have." Ke Yu said frankly, "Chat records, videos, photos, what you think about me, I miss you, you love me, I love you, they are all there."

Shang Lu was once again shocked by his bluntness, and was almost overwhelmed again.

"Thank you," he said nervously.

Ke Yu really laughed: "Thank you? If you default on my salary, I will expose you."

Shanglu couldn't stand him: "Don't compare me with your former boss."

"Why do you keep mentioning him?" Ke Yu stopped and asked inexplicably, "Why do you lower yourself so much?"

Shang Lu satirized him: "It's no shame to have loved a scumbag."

"Love a fart!"

Shanglu: "..."

Ke Yu hooked the suit on his shoulders with his backhand: "It is impossible for someone who can fall in love with Yuno to fall in love with you."

Shanglu carefully and silently compared, "I allow you to have a great aesthetic leap in your life."

Ke Yu laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, and he coughed because of the smoke from Shanglu, "Why are you so cute?"

Shanglu put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the hand holding the cigarette hangs by his side, "Got it." He said.

"Know what? Know that you're cute?"

Shanglu frowned impatiently again: "I know you have never loved him!"

"are you happy?"

Shang Lu couldn't stand him at all, turned around and continued to move forward: "None of my business!"

The arc of the corner of his mouth was smacked, and he pressed down the corner of his lip very hard, returning to his indifferent and unpredictable expression.

The way back seems to be much shorter than when we came here. I always feel that it is over before we have chatted a few words. The bar is about to close, and the outdoor chairs have been turned up at least, and only the signboard lights are on.They reserved the venue, and after they left, there was no one there. From a distance of a few steps, the two of them could only see the bartender wiping the glasses with a white cloth.

Shanglu stood on the side of the road and refused to go in, saying: "I remembered, the phone was left in the hotel room."

Ke Yu raised his chin slightly and looked at him seriously: "Are you sure?"

Shanglu said: "Sure."

Ke Yu was quiet, and when he heard his own heartbeat, the irritability of the night disappeared when he spoke again: "Why don't you go in and ask? Why don't you go in and ask. What if?"

This time Shanglu and him looked at each other, and neither of them looked away.After a while, Shanglu said, "Okay."

The two walked into the bar one after the other, and the bartender on duty raised his head and greeted them somewhat unexpectedly.Ke Yu asked him if he had picked up the phone, but didn't say what model, the bartender said, "No."

Ke Yu sat down on the high stool, tapped the countertop with his fingers: "Give me a glass of whiskey."

The bartender took down the glass and poured the wine, Ke Yu drank it down, "one more." He said soberly.

Shang Lu clasped his wrist, and his voice became inexplicably low: "Ke Yu."

The two were so close that they could smell the faint smell of alcohol on his breath.The content in the eyes is also clear.Ke Yu is so straightforward, yet so cryptic, all desires are written in his eyes, yet it seems that there is nothing.He moved a little closer to Shanglu, his body was stretched and tensed under the stuffy shirt, "Ask you," he looked into Shanglu's eyes, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes stopped on his lips , "If I'm really drunk, will you really throw me by the side of the road?"

The crystal whiskey glass was gently pushed, making a slight rubbing sound on the marble countertop.

In this empty, quiet, immersed bar at three o'clock in the night, it seems as vivid as each other's breath.

Shang Lu's clasping his hand turned into a grip at some point, the grip was strong and tight, the palm was wet, and Ke Yu felt that the wrist - where the pulse beat - was hotly occupied and wrapped.

The second glass of whiskey was not drunk, Shang Lu lowered his head and kissed him fiercely.

That expensive British suit jacket tailored to Savile Row in London, now slipped from Kakalu's hand and fell heavily on the floor, making a "boom".A phone call came in, and the ground shook overwhelmingly.

Ke Yu snorted softly, and was easily picked up by Shanglu and pressed onto the bar.