Specific gravity

Two years ago, Harbor City.

Ferocious lightning pierced the sky, followed by thunder, the car windows burst in the huge impact, and the splashed glass shards pierced into the flesh and blood.Thick blood flowed from the forehead and trickled into the ear canal, and the noisy voice came like a tide, suddenly near and far away, inaudible.

"There was a car accident, call 110 immediately!"

"There are several people in the car, what kind of evil is this?"

"Damn it! There's still a child! Save people! Save people!"

"Extinguish the fire first, put it out quickly!"

Fire followed, and he vaguely saw his mother's distorted face in the firelight. Her lower body was engulfed by the fireball, and she still stretched out her arms to push him out.He opened his mouth to call "Mom" again and again, but his throat seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

Rescue came one step ahead of the explosion, and he was overturned by a huge air wave. The steel billboard on the street hit his leg with a "boom", and blood was all over the ground.He couldn't move or speak, he could only watch helplessly as the car was engulfed in flames, dragging him bit by bit into the bottomless forest like a beast with claws and claws.

"Master, Master."

Xuan Zhao paused with his fingertips, and slowly opened his eyes.

He was leaning on the sofa with a cold expression, as if he had already gotten used to it. This kind of frightening scene had been repeated thousands of times, honing him to remain calm.

The sound insulation of the VIP room is very good, but it still can't completely isolate the restless sound of the dance floor on the first floor. Xuan Zhao slowly rolled his eyes in the wild rhythm of the DJ, and the crystal chandelier turned in his field of vision.

After a moment of dizziness, he thought to himself mockingly, it really is a cripple.

Disabled people who have been ill usually have low energy and can fall asleep in noisy places like nightclubs.

The blanket wrapped around his knees slipped to the ground. Uncle Gong bent down to pick it up, put it on his lap, and stood aside with his hands behind his back.

"Master, are you dreaming again?"

"No," Xuan Zhao waved his hand, half-closed his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse from sleep, "Uncle Gong, how many times have I said, don't call me that."

Uncle Gong was the guard next to his grandfather back then, a senior who watched him grow up. After the car accident, his grandfather passed away and his mother fell into a coma, leaving only him as a young child. Uncle Gong is a loving person who has taken care of him till now.

It's just that the old man is a bit old-fashioned, and this name can't be changed no matter what.

A voice came from the headset, and Uncle Gong listened carefully with his head turned. After a while, he said to Xuan Zhao: "Master, the boy named Yang Shuo has brought someone here."

Xuan Zhao raised his half-down eyelashes, his dark pupils were like a pool of deep water, his overly fair fingers were covered with a blanket, and his fingertips were almost transparent under the light.

After a while, he said slowly, "Understood."

Xuan Zhao supported the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and stood up slowly and laboriously. Uncle Gong handed up a metal stick leaning against the wall—it was a walking stick.

Xuan Zhao didn't answer, and walked slowly to the door.

His steps are smaller than the average person's, and his gait is also slightly stiff. The force of his left foot on the ground is obviously lighter than that of his right foot.

Uncle Gong frowned worriedly: "Master."

Xuan Zhao turned his back to Uncle Gong, raised his hand to interrupt him: "Uncle Gong, I can go, is the next arrangement ready?"

"It's all arranged," Uncle Gong frowned, and said after a moment of hesitation, "Master, why do you need to include yourself?"

Xuan Zhao looked down at his left leg, which was struggling to walk a few steps, then smiled lightly, and turned his head slightly: "Uncle, I have already put it in."

Grandpa is gone, mother is crazy, and he lost his healthy legs.

The light outlined his smooth and graceful side face, his skin was sickly pale, his eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyelids, the corners of his light red lips raised a subtle arc, and there was an inconspicuous light-colored scar hanging on his lips, like a Shallow pear dimples.

Xuanzhao pushed the door open and left. Uncle Gong put the walking stick by the wall and sighed deeply.

"My master is going down," Uncle Gong ordered after pressing the headset, and then he said worriedly, "Be careful with your hands, whoever really hurts the young master will be the one to look at."

Jinglei Bar was opened three months ago. It is located in a university town, which has a unique geographical location for the development of the entertainment industry-the next street is the Haigang City Medical University, and the next street is the Haigang University.Most of the college students have just gone through the rebellious period of youth. After the college entrance examination, they can finally let themselves go. They have an inexplicable enthusiasm for bars, which are only for adults. Therefore, Jinglei Bar caters to its liking, and the decoration is quite in line with the tastes of young people today. industrial style.

This place was originally a half-dead literary tavern, and some folk singers were specially invited to sing here. Later, social news broke out here. |Shooting and still not wearing| condoms, the little girl is pregnant and has to be responsible, causing a lot of trouble.

As soon as the scandal came out, the tavern was completely deserted, and the owner scratched his head in worry.Three months ago, a young man took over the place and transformed it into a bar.

Ten o'clock at night is the busiest time for the bar.

The DJ played electronic music on the stage, and the colorful lights on the dance floor below were flickering. Young men and women twisted to the rhythm, and their colorful hair was thrown into a ball.

"Fuck, it hurts my eyes from shaking."

A dozen or so young men were walking across the dance floor towards the booth area.

The young man walking in the front is tall, almost 1.9 meters tall; he is wearing a dark black hooded sweater with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and his forearm muscles are smooth and lean; booties.He has a very handsome appearance, with the sunshine and cheerfulness unique to a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. At the same time, his facial features are more profound and upright than those of his peers, giving him a unique temperament between a "boy" and a "man".

The waiter led them to sit down at a large table. One of the boys was timid, shrinking his slender neck, and looked around, as if he was afraid of seeing someone.

"Bo Yan," he tugged at the hem of the handsome young man's clothes, "how about we change to another family?"

"Yang Shuo, didn't you propose to come to this bar?" A girl showed displeasure and said, "I just said go to the amusement park. You insisted on coming here, but now you come here and say you want to leave. what do you mean?"

Yang Shuo's eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look directly at Cen Baiyan. He actually didn't want to drag Cen Baiyan into the water, but the thought of the man called "the boss" sent a chill down his spine.

"That's right, it's all here," another person echoed, "Brother Yan just led our college's basketball team to avenge the shame and beat those idiots from the law school into grandchildren! Come out to drink and celebrate, you guys?" Don't be disappointed at this time?"

Yang Shuo muttered twice, not daring to speak anymore.

"Okay, there's no need to make a fuss about this matter, everyone is here." Cen Baiyan looked around the bar, sat down on the sofa in a relaxed manner, and flipped through the wine list with his feet up.

It was all in foreign languages, with gaudy pictures, and he couldn't understand it anyway, so he threw the wine list on the table casually: "You guys order, I'll treat you."

"Brother Yan is generous!"

"Then I'll get the most expensive one!"

Yang Shuo's fingers were tightly intertwined, and he looked around uneasily. Cen Baiyan patted him on the back of the head: "What are you doing? Is there a prickly heat rash under his butt?"

Yang Shuo felt a little guilty. He didn't know what the "owner" meant by asking him to bring Cen Baiyan here, so he whispered: "No, no, Bai Yan, it's too messy here, or we'd better change—"

"Bo Yan, Bai Yan," he was interrupted before he finished speaking. The girl who spoke just now squeezed the two of them away, sat next to Cen Baiyan, pointed at the wine list and said coquettishly, "'Pretty in Pink' and 'Paris Sunset', help me I'll choose one, it's so hard to choose, I'll drink whatever you choose, I'll listen to you."

The girl's usual ponytail was put down, and the tail of her hair was permed inwards, making her beautiful and cute.

The rest of the basketball team booed, and the girl blushed from her cheeks to her ears.

Cen Baiyan raised his eyebrows, pretending not to understand the girl's shy and bold hint, and slapped the wine list into Yang Shuo's arms: "You choose."

"Huh? Me?" Yang Shuo was at a loss, "I don't know either."

"It's so annoying!" The girl scolded coquettishly, "I let you choose, what are you doing for him?"

"Several, have you decided what to order?"

At this moment, a warm and peaceful voice broke in.

A bartender stood by the table and asked with a slight bow.

He is tall and thin, with an empty white shirt on his body, black trousers tucked into his waistline, and his body is as smooth as a meticulous painting.

Cen Baiyan looked up, and the bartender's face was shone with colorful lights. He couldn't see what the man looked like, but he could only glimpse his bloodless skin and sharp chin. The skin is very thin, and blue blood vessels can even be vaguely seen on the side neck.

The whole person has an inexplicably quiet temperament, which is incompatible with this noisy bar.

Cen Baiyan couldn't help but look at him a second time, always thinking that he was the kind of young man who lost his footing in TV dramas and was tricked into a sensual place.

The bartender seemed to have noticed that Cen Baiyan was observing him, and tilted his head slightly: "Huh?"

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel him smiling.

Cen Baiyan coughed twice, and immediately looked away: "Whatever you drink, hurry up, don't be silly."

The basketball team's hairy monkey quickly ordered, and the girl leaned next to Cen Baiyan again, and asked softly, "Boyan, what do you drink?"

Cen Baiyan swiped his mobile phone with his legs crossed, glanced at the wine list, and pointed to a random name and looked pleasing to the eye: "It's just a horse or something. Vodka martini."

"Well," the bartender pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "The Bomber, Black Russia, Bloody Mary, and Martini you ordered just now are all hard drinks, not suitable for children."

"Damn it!" The boy who ordered the Bloody Mary was called Chen Wei. He was a big, stupid man, yelling desperately, "Who are you calling a kid! I already have eight girlfriends!"

The bartender smiled lightly when he heard the words, and the corners of his light-colored lips were raised. When he was dazzled by the crimson light, he showed a kind of indistinguishable beauty.

Cen Baiyan put his mobile phone on the table, leaned back on the sofa with his upper half back, and raised his chin slightly: "You guys in the service industry are so lenient now?"

"Responsible to the little flowers of the motherland." The bartender pointed to the school badge of Harbor University that Chen Wei forgot to take off from his clothes. It said "Grade [-] of the School of Architecture" on it, and said with a smile, "Tomorrow is not a weekend, isn't the school open? ?”

"What's your name? Believe it or not, I'll complain to your manager. How can any customer refuse to take the order!" Chen Wei became furious, took off the school badge and put it in his pocket, and moved closer to look at the bartender's badge , squinting his eyes to recognize the small characters on it, "Xuan, Xuan, escape?"

"Xuan Zhao," the bartender's voice was still slow and calm, correcting politely, "Xuan of the declaration, the omen of the omen."

"Xuan Zhao? Bra|bra? What's the name hahahahahahaha."

The people at the table laughed together, Xuanzhao didn't seem to be annoyed at such a bad joke, he just stood quietly and waited.

Cen Baiyan thought this person was quite interesting, and a bar’s salesman had such a bottom line, so he tapped his finger on the table and said to Xuan Zhao: “Aren’t you all getting a commission for this business? Are you rich or not?”

"If I want to make money from the kid," Xuan Zhao leaned down slightly, showing him a sly smile, and whispered, "then someone who secretly watched me for so long just now will have to charge extra."