Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

New Year's Eve, "slightly drunk" bar.

When Wen Xiaoyu and Tong Xing came to work, the bar hadn't opened yet, but the queue at the door was already very long.

As soon as he came, many familiar customers greeted him.There are also some who came here for the first time, excitedly whispering to their companions: "It's him, it's him."

Wen Xiaoyu nodded at them, strode around to the small street behind the bar, and entered through the back door.

"You are the hottest resident singer in the bars in this area now." Tong Xing said, "Our boss told me last night that half of the customers today are here for you."

"It's not that exaggerated." Wen Xiaoyu took a sip of hot tea.

"Why are you exaggerating, the tip you received in one night is almost worth my monthly salary, and there are so many younger brothers and sisters who want your contact information." The child star said jealously.

After he finished speaking, his eyes lit up, he patted the table and continued to mutter: "I thought of a wonderful way to get rich. I'll sell your WeChat ID, private monopoly, and sell it for 100 yuan per table, and we will share it equally."

"Get out!" Wen Xiaoyu scolded, "If anyone dares to add me on WeChat tonight, I'll give you a slap."

"Damn it, you're an idiot if you don't make money!" Tong Xing babbled.

Wen Xiaoyu stood up and wanted to slap him, but he hid back while screaming, and quickly changed the subject: "What happened to that female classmate who came to the hospital today?"

"What's going on." Wen Xiaoyu frowned, "Just an ordinary classmate."

"Ordinary classmate? I don't believe it." The child star came over with small steps, and asked cheaply, "Is there something wrong? They went to the hospital to see you during the holidays. The word 'ordinary' can't be summed up enough. Bar?"

"Child star, if you push me so hard, I'll really beat you." Wen Xiaoyu warned him seriously, "There's nothing wrong with it, don't smear the little girl."

Seeing that Wen Xiaoyu was really in a hurry, the child star didn't dare to be mean again, and said solemnly: "How can it be called slander, you are not inferior to others, and she is so beautiful, you two standing together can be called a 'talented woman'. And the age is just right, great youth, if you like it, talk about it, there is nothing embarrassing about it."

"Fuck your mother, I'm sorry." Wen Xiaoyu raised her leg and kicked the child star's ass, "I don't like it, do you hear me? I don't like it!"

"I hear you clearly, I hear you clearly!" Tong Xing rubbed his buttocks and howled twice, and muttered, "The co-authoring is just wishful thinking, such a pretty little girl doesn't like it, but you really like boys?"

"What's wrong with me liking men? Do you have an opinion?" Wen Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

"Of course I have an opinion." The child star was about to change his work clothes, but after hearing what he said, he hurriedly clenched his clothes, covered his chest and said, "Don't mess around, I'm going to scream~"

"You won't be rescued even if your fucking throat is broken!" Wen Xiaoyu finished his lines cooperatively, and punched him twice.

The bar officially opened at 8 o'clock, and all the booths and tables were full. Wen Xiaoyu walked onto the stage, and there was a wave of applause before the microphone was set up.

He thanked him with a smile, plucked the strings calmly, and began to sing.Today, there are a lot of people who add him on WeChat. As soon as he takes a break, he will be blocked by the stage by men and women.

Those customers are also very interesting. When they come up, they put a tip and pass the QR code to him.Wen Xiaoyu said that he didn't bring his mobile phone, and most of the customers quit after understanding what he meant.

There was a boy who lingered on him relentlessly after giving a tip. He drank some wine by himself, and as soft as boneless, he pressed his body hard.

Wen Xiaoyu was already on the verge of breaking out, but Tong Xing kept winking with him, and he also knew that at this juncture, he couldn't cause trouble for the bar, so he half-jokingly said: "I don't want this tip anymore, you can take it back."

The boy's friends also felt ashamed, they went up together and tore him off Wen Xiaoyu, and dragged him away quickly.

With such a delay, he had no time to rest.But it will soon be midnight, and he will be able to rest for an extra hour after singing these songs.

He drank some water and just sat down on the stage when he saw He Xiran standing not far away, staring at him closely.

The atmosphere in the bar was hot, with ambiguous lights and intoxicating alcohol flowing in the air, and the laughing and chasing crowd kept coming and going.

Only He Xiran stood there with the corners of his lips tightly pursed, his clear eyes reflected a stubborn light, causing ripples in Wen Xiaoyu's heart.

At this moment, the figures under the lights all became insignificant and illusory backgrounds, and he could only accommodate this mighty but vulnerable young man with all his heart and eyes.

He Xiran changed into clothes that were different from those in the daytime. The top was a black v-neck sweater, and the pants were skinny jeans that Wen Xiaoyu didn't like the most. He didn't wear a jacket.

Wen Xiaoyu frowned and looked at him for a while, and found that his coat was being held by a person next to him.Taking a closer look, the man was Cheng Jun, a tall man.

A nameless anger shot up from his heart, which made him unable to sing steadily for a while.The audience in the audience was looking forward to it. Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, they all started applauding or whistling to urge him.

He Xiran stood there watching him for a long time, and then sat in the booth with Cheng Jun, never leaving Wen Xiaoyu's eyes from the beginning to the end.

Wen Xiaoyu, on the other hand, quickly grabbed the child actor who passed by the stage, and asked him to receive He Xiran's table, and only served him non-alcoholic drinks.

Then he sat back in his seat and apologized to the audience. Waiting for the commotion to quiet down, he took a deep breath calmly, swiped his fingertips, and dialed out a series of fluent notes.Open your mouth, singing hoarse and low.

This is a key performance before midnight on New Year's Eve, and it cannot be messed up, otherwise the double salary tonight will be ruined.He kept hinting to himself in his heart, then abruptly turned his eyes away from He Xiran, and returned to singing.

At 11:[-] in the evening, his work in the first half of the night came to an end.Jumping off the stage, he found that He Xiran was no longer in that position.

He found the child star who was too busy, and asked, "Where's He Xiran?"

"He was still there just now, he must have gone to the bathroom, he drank several cups." Tong Xing said without looking back as he was ordering the customers.

Wen Xiaoyu knew it was inappropriate to disturb him now, but she still couldn't help asking, "Did he drink?"

"No, I secretly replaced it with non-alcoholic cocktails." Tong Xing said quite proudly.

Wen Xiaoyu patted him on the shoulder gratefully, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Before he went in, he heard He Xiran talking inside, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but what He Xiran said made him stop in his tracks.

"...Yeah, don't look at his awesome appearance, in fact, he is my little follower, and he will obediently do whatever I ask him to do, without daring to say 'no' at all."

Wen Xiaoyu could almost imagine the look on He Xiran's face. He withdrew his hand from pushing the door, took a step back, leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

"I don't think he's very awesome, at most he's just pretending. He Xiran, kick him, I'll be your servant in the future." This was Cheng Jun's voice.

"That's impossible!" He Xiran sternly refused, "I want him to be a little follower in my life, he will be my little follower in life, and my little follower in death!"

Following his soul-stirring lingering sound, he pulled open the bathroom door, and then he saw Wen Xiaoyu's face hidden behind the misty smoke.

"Little follower?" Wen Xiaoyu asked hoarsely.

He didn't have time to take a sip of water after he stepped off the stage, and now his throat is burning and hurting.

He Xiran stared at him blankly, and when the smoke cleared, he said to him foolishly: "You are so handsome."

"Cough! Cough!" Wen Xiaoyu coughed a few times, shaking off half of the soot.

"Huh?" Cheng Jun was also stunned by He Xiran who was so stupid and bubbling.

Wen Xiaoyu glanced at him, extinguished the remaining cigarettes, and said to He Xiran: "Putting up is useless, get the hell out of here."

He Xiran was irritated by his totally disrespectful words, and scolded: "How dare you talk to me like that?!"

"You really treat me as a little follower?" Wen Xiaoyu took two steps forward and looked at him carefully.

He clearly didn't smell of alcohol at all, yet He Xiran seemed drunk, his eyes were red.It was the first time he had seen himself drunk with a mocktail, which was really promising.

"Aren't you?!" He Xiran aggressively arched him twice, blocked him into a corner and asked with red eyes, "Who said you would be my little follower for the rest of your life?"

Wen Xiaoyu looked at his paranoid face, and smiled: "Why don't you be my follower this time?"

He Xiran lowered his eyes, thinking about this proposal seriously.The slender and thick eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, tickling Wen Xiaoyu's heart.

Just when he couldn't help clearing his throat, He Xiran pursed his lips and nodded as if afraid of his repentance: "Okay."

"He Xiran??" Cheng Jun couldn't understand what happened.

The person who was arrogant and bragging to him just now agreed to be his little follower in a blink of an eye.This reversal made him unexpected, and he was dumbfounded when he saw it.

"What are you doing?" He Xiran turned around and said impatiently, "Don't call me! Otherwise Wen Xiaoyu will get angry again, get out!"

"Damn me?" Cheng Jun looked like he had seen him for a long time, "He Xiran, are you playing with me? As soon as I received your call, I would accompany you here to play like a dog. Why don't you bark when you drink the wine I bought? I'm leaving!"

Wen Xiaoyu took out a few hundred dollars from his pocket and threw them on him, saying, "Get lost."

"You fucking..." He was in the middle of scolding, and seeing Wen Xiaoyu's face was as dark as the day he beat him, he pointed at them and said harshly: "What a fucking bad luck! Don't let me see you again!"

Wen Xiaoyu sneered, watching him pick up the money on the ground and run away without touching the ground.

"Wen Xiaoyu...I miss you so much." He Xiran put his arms around his waist and buried his face in his neck, "Don't want me, okay?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want to see me again?" Wen Xiaoyu didn't hug him, but said flatly, "I'm going to find someone to come out for a drink and ask me to do something with you."

"I said that out of anger, not from the bottom of my heart." He Xiran stood up straight and looked at him eagerly, "Besides, you were the one who talked and laughed with Lin Ningxin first, and I deliberately pissed you off when I was jealous .”

This guy is not awkward when he is drunk, and everything he says is the truth.Wen Xiaoyu looked at him with a suppressed smile, and asked, "Then you just said you wanted to be my little follower? Did you mean it?"

"Of course it is! I'm your little follower, your little follower for the rest of your life." He Xiran gave him an obedient smile.

Wen Xiaoyu patted his head and said, "You're so good."

"Then forgive me, will you?" He Xiran opened his innocent eyes wide and looked at Wen Xiaoyu with the corners of his eyes slightly drooping.

His eyes hadn't healed yet, and his eyes were blue, and with the tears of grievance in his eyes, it made people feel distressed.

"Forgive you for what?" Wen Xiaoyu asked.

"Forgive me for losing my temper with you, forgive me for pushing your brother down, forgive me for being so bad at you. Forgive me, okay? I'm afraid you hate me and never want me again." He Xiran said, tears Falling down like pearls.

Wen Xiaoyu's heart slowly sank along with those tears, he lifted He Xiran's chin, kissed away the tears on his cheek, and said softly: "Okay, I forgive you all, I won't let you go."

He Xiran wrapped his arms around his neck, raised his head, and kissed his chin.Like a small animal, it pecked lightly.

Wen Xiaoyu rubbed the back of his head without making a sound or doing anything else.

He Xiran was not satisfied, and complained about acting like a baby to him: "Wen Xiaoyu~"

The two were in a stalemate when they suddenly heard the people in the bar begin the countdown to the new year: "Ten, nine, eight..."

In such a deafening voice, Wen Xiaoyu leaned over to He Xiran's ear, and said to him in a hoarse voice: "He Xiran, all the followers need to be stamped, do you know that?"

"...five, four..."

"Huh?" He Xiran repeated with tears in his eyes, "Stamped?"

He looked dazed, and the black clothes made him even fairer. The V-shaped neckline revealed a large area of ​​white skin, and his delicate collarbone was also exposed to the air, which was dazzling and eye-catching.

"Yes, seal it." Wen Xiaoyu lowered her head, her lips brushed across her cheeks, neck, and finally took a hard bite on his collarbone.

"Ugh!" He Xiran gripped his hair tightly and moaned.

"...two, one! Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, He Xiran." Wen Xiaoyu let go of his collarbone and whispered softly in his ear.