Difficult to return

The sudden sound of the flute sounded sad and melodious, like a thin needle, piercing into the ears of the guests who are used to rock and electronic music.

Tita on the stage stretched out her bare feet, grabbed the "bamboo" with one hand, and walked around it silently twice, then stepped on the air and rose into the air.

The circle rotates and the veil flutters.

Holding the steel pipe, he methodically used his hands as fulcrums to support his whole body, mobilized every muscle, and precisely controlled the rhythm and movements.

What the guests see is more like a dancing fairy in the bamboo forest.His white face, red lips, and the red eyeliner that was about to be inserted into the side temples on his pair of eyes added a bit of coquettishness.

But he has a calm and stunning face, with breathtaking eyes, and under the eyelashes are crystal tears.

He is a demon who seduces the soul and a fairy who has fallen into the world.

He is also the Tita who is always in tears, a person with endless sorrow.

He climbed to the center of the bamboo pole and stood firmly in the air, so light that the air could bear his weight. In other words, he didn't eat the fireworks in the world, and he didn't have the heavy body of a mortal.

He slowly stretched out one leg, arched the back of his foot, and the blue veil drooped along the slits.That leg was slowly lifted up until it opened and closed 180 degrees. The toes hooked the bamboo pole from the top of his head, and the ankle was entangled. He let go.

The guests stared blankly, as if they had long forgotten that this was a bar. On the stage was a cross-dressing show with a bit of erotic meaning, and in front of them was the Tita they loved but coveted more—a man who sold his body.

Those looking for sensory stimulation, at least for this moment, ignored his bare back and thighs, and were overwhelmed by the skill and beauty of this moment, unable to extricate themselves.

As the music became more and more urgent, bamboo leaves floated down from the big screen at the back, and the fog machines on both sides of the stage sprayed billowing white mist, turning the fallen world into a fairyland.The person who was already in the air vacated again, as if he was about to fly away from the bamboo pole.All the people with their faces up could not help but exclaimed, and the hearts of the spectators almost flew out of their throats.

But in the next breath, the person was hanging upside down on the bamboo pole steadily, the legs were hooked, the bun was loose, the jade hairpin fell off, the black hair like a waterfall spread out, and a few strands of black silk hung on the red lips, making it even more enchanting and charming.

The guests who finally reacted began to throw money and objects on the stage again. Someone called his name, telling him not to work so hard, and be careful not to hurt himself.

People finally noticed on the big screen that Tita slightly hooked the corners of her lips, as if she was smiling.

The beauty's smile is like a match thrown into an oil drum. People are calling his name like crazy, and reaching out their hands in vain, trying to grab the corner of the skirt that is far away.

The guest asked him to be careful not to hurt himself, and he curled the corner of his mouth just to show that they were overly worried.Even he himself didn't expect that he would show such a mocking smile, but his stage is his absolute territory, and he can't tolerate other people's beaks.

It's been a long time since I performed, and this time the opening dance lasted for 10 minutes.When he came down, his hair was stuck to his forehead, and his skin was covered with a layer of fine sweat.

The guests asked to come back, sympathized with his tiredness from dancing, and asked him to sing at least one more song.

But he was thinking about the time to go home, so he didn't agree to everyone's return.I just told the host before leaving the stage that I am sorry that I cannot return to the stage today, but he will come back on stage soon next time, and will not make everyone wait so long.

Hurrying back to the backstage dressing room, he was just tearing off the ribbon on his upper body bit by bit, when someone knocked on the door suddenly, which startled him.

Holding a handful of ribbons, he asked nervously, "Who?"

"I, Zhou Yao."

He didn't know what Zhou Yao was looking for, so he pulled a shirt and put it on, and he opened the door.

The wig has been taken off, the makeup has not been removed, and the lipstick is fainted because I drank a large glass of water just after coming down.

Zhou Yao looked down at him.The stunning face on the stage was always calm, lacking expression and humanity.Looking at it now, he frowned slightly, a little nervous, but the bright red eyeliner made every nervous blink of his eyes charming and coquettish.

"What's up?"

Zhou Yao's Adam's apple rolled, and he grinned, making his expression as casual as possible: "Are you a dancer? The scene just now was very professional."

"I'm not a professional, but I've practiced for several years." Song Shuhua rolled his eyes, he was always embarrassed by the compliments from the audience.He hurried home to remove his makeup, and asked again, "Boss Zhou, what do you want?"

Zhou Yao didn't answer, but went into his dressing room by himself and closed the door.The two men were a little crowded in this small space of a few square meters, Song Shuhua consciously retreated to the wall and stared at the man cautiously.

Zhou Rao took out his hand from his trouser pocket, and in his hand was a small box of ointment.

"Pole dancing is easy to scratch your legs, I'll bring you a box of ointment." He supported his hands and watched the man avoid him, so he didn't go that way, waiting for him to come by himself.

Song Shuhua blinked, feeling that he seemed too nervous, so he took two steps forward.

He stretched out his hand, and just said thank you, Zhou Yao suddenly withdrew his hand, bent down and lifted up his trousers: "Show me, where is the injury?"

"Pa", with a loud sound, Song Shuhua slapped Zhou Yao hard on the back of his hand.

The other party let go, and he immediately took two steps back, standing at the farthest distance from the other party again.This was a subconscious action. After fanning, Song Shuhua wondered if he had gone too far, or maybe the other party just had good intentions.

Zhou Yao was also stunned. It was the first time when he "hunted", he didn't eat the meat, but was bitten by the "prey".

"...I think it's better to keep this chafing medicine for myself."

The man was sullen, raised his hand, looked at the slightly swollen back of his hand, and then raised his head to look at the nervous man, as if the one who was beaten was not himself, but him.

"...Sorry...I don't know what you mean."

Zhou Yao sat down in his room angrily: "The meaning is not obvious? There are so many actors, how much do they fall every day, who do I personally deliver medicine to? How many of them can drink the cocktails I make myself?" When he mentioned this, he became angry. The man let it go after he finished his drink, and even paid him according to the price list.

Seeing the blank expression on the man's face, he stood up again and walked towards the person in the corner.He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood in front of the man, condescending, but whispered: "Of course it means I like you, TT."

Song Shuhua's eyes were wide open, looking around in surprise and panic.The man was always in front of him, and he didn't seem to want to let him go without getting a result.

In the end, those eyes could only be lifted up to look at Zhou Yao: "Aren't you...a straight guy? Your girlfriend came here before."

"Yes, but I was bent by you, a goblin."

The man looked at him and smiled, as if very proud, he came to find the "culprit" who broke him responsible.

Having said that, Song Shuhua panicked even more, as if it was really his fault.His whole face was burning, and he was a little annoyed: "Don't talk nonsense. I'm a man, no matter how much I look like a woman on stage, I'm still a man. You'd better find a girl."

"I just want to find you." He smiled and looked at the man, seeing that if he cornered his prey, he would obey obediently.

"……I do not want."

"Can't even try?"

It wasn't the first time that Song Shuhua was blocked from confessing his love, and it happened in the university before.Queen was afraid of encountering such a thing, so she made an agreement with Zhou Yao before going on stage to ensure that he would not be harassed by guests.

There were a lot of customers who harassed them at the beginning, but no matter whether it was at the beginning or later, they were all settled by Zhou Yao.Unexpectedly, the harasser turned out to be Zhou Yao in the end.

"No."

"Why? Don't say you like women."

"...I don't like you." He carefully protected all his real information, but seeing Zhou Yao's reluctance to give up, he emphasized, "I have someone I like."

Zhou Yao's expression finally relaxed a little, and he turned his head to look at the man.

"Do you like that person likes you?" He didn't care if the person he was looking for had a crush, but he looked confident, "I don't like it, or else I never came to Queen to pick you up."

"..."

"Boss Zhou, you go out first, I have to go home quickly. You also know that I came out with my back behind my back." He said and pushed Zhou Yao.

The man didn't pester her too much, and walked towards the door.Standing at the door, I remembered something and took out the ointment again.

"Take it."

Song Shuhua successfully got the ointment this time, but Zhou Yao grabbed his other hand and pulled out the silk ribbon that had just been tied to cover his upper body from the palm of his hand.

"you……"

"Give this to me."

"..."

The frivolous man took the piece of ribbon and sniffed it under his nose: "Remember to apply the medicine, and heal your injury before going on stage next time."

"..."

Zhou Yao finally left, Song Shuhua heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took off his makeup and changed his pants. Just as he took off his pants, the door rang again.

"Who?"

The other side hesitated for a while before saying, "TT, it's me, Xiaofeng."

Xiaofeng's name is Jiang Yufeng, and he is also an actor here. Everyone prefers to call him Fengfeng. He is a transgender person.Although the performance is not very outstanding, but the personality is relaxed, and the relationship with the actors here is very good.

The lyrics written by Song Shuhua last time was a piece of his early experience, and what he told himself was the most popular joke among the many small "stories" in their backstage.He is not afraid of people's jokes. Sometimes he laughs with everyone, and sometimes he laughs and curses back.This kind of personality made Song Shuhua very envious.

Song Shuhua opened the door and let him in: "Is there something wrong?"

Xiaofeng rubbed his hands together, feeling very embarrassed, as if he couldn't speak well.

"It's okay, you say."

"TT, can you lend me some emergency money? I don't have any money to buy candy, and my husband recently quit his job and stayed at home... I will pay you back when I get my salary at the end of the month."

Song Shuhua hesitated for a moment, then went to get the phone: "How much do you want?"

"Is five thousand okay?"

"Well, how do I transfer it to you?"

5000 yuan is not too much. Seeing that he was in such a hurry, maybe he really needed the money, so Song Shuhua readily borrowed it.Xiaofeng thanked him for leaving, and repeatedly stated that he would pay back the performance fee at the end of the month.

When he finally came out of QUEEN, he looked at the time and found that it was too late to get home before her husband came home.He drove fast all the way, first went to the old house to wash and change clothes.Thinking, as long as he said that he was late in class today, his husband would not notice anything.