Stop fishing, can't stand it

Song Xueyan: I'm angry!

At ten o'clock in the evening, the signal gun exploded in the venue, the roar of the engine resounded through the sky, and several streams of shadows shot out back and forth.

The heavy motorcycle with a pitch-black fuselage galloped across the ground like a lion hunting for food.The last round of curves is ahead, the strong and powerful body bends sideways, and the imposing front of the car brushes a fleeting dark red stream under the dark lights on both sides, taking the lead completely.

As the tires passed the finish line, they squealed sharply, like crackling firecrackers on a summer night.

The most eye-catching driver tonight put his legs on the ground and raised his hand to take off the helmet of the same color.He looks very young, with a smooth and fair side face exposed to the audience's sight. Sweat drips from his tall nose bridge, trickles down his Adam's apple, and sinks into his chest, giving him a wild and untamed beauty.

Screams broke out in the arena, and one of them roared through the microphone, overwhelming——

"Yanqi! You, good, chicken, son, handsome!"

This sound was like a lightning strike in the middle of the night, making Yan Qi tremble all over.He coughed muffledly, turned his head to look at the voice, but unexpectedly crashed into a clear and shallow cold spring.

Song Xueyan and Fu Yanle were next to each other, with Fu Yanle's shoulders draped over them, holding a small orange-red flag in his hand, and looking straightly over.

This look is too serious, it seems that he is the only one in sight.Yan Qi turned around suddenly, and heard his still beating heart in the noisy stadium.

Summer night racing, wrapped up tightly, whether it is hot or heartbeat, it is a normal reaction.Sweat-soaked hair lay on his forehead, Yan Qi wiped it back, and patted his forehead by the way, slapping away Song Xueyan's eyes and the weird feeling in his heart.

He remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly realized, "I'll go, Song Xueyan actually knows Brother Yanle!"

The person in charge of towing the truck ran over, Yan Qi raised his long legs, got out of the car, and walked a few steps to the side, closer to the auditorium.

"I live!"

A clear voice came from behind, Yan Qi turned around, and saw a young driver with a smile on his face striding forward.

This man's name is An Shigou, and he is just a young student.

When he first moved to Nandu, there was a time when Fu Yanle treated him to supper, and besides An Shigou, there was another person named Tang Wanbai who was traveling with him.An Shigou also likes cycling, and they have run together a few times.

Yan Qi was a little puzzled, they were all acquaintances of Fu Yanle, why had he never met Song Xueyan?Didn't even know the two knew each other.

"I'm second tonight. I'm so good. You're even stronger." An Shigou walked up to Yan Qi, "In order not to lose face in front of idols, my head was so big that my ancestors wanted to grow wings and walk around. Fly around the venue a few times!"

Song Xueyan's eyes follow him like a shadow, Yan Qi tries to ignore her, "Who is your idol?"

"It's in the audience." An Shigou punched him lightly, and said sourly, "Your future first love on screen."

At this very second, whether it was an illusion or something, Yan Qi felt that the gaze that had been sticking to him all this time suddenly turned cold.He subconsciously turned his head to look at the auditorium, only to find that Song Xueyan had lowered her head, looking at the flag in her hand with "transferring love".

Brightly colored flags and small flowers were scattered messily on the ground and on the seats. The flowers were crowded and lively, and Song Xueyan lived among them silently, a thin strip.He was just out of place just now, but now he seemed a little depressed.

Strange, how could he think so?Simply inexplicable.

Yan Qi immediately withdrew his gaze, pressed his canine teeth against his lips, and exerted a little force, so as to quickly regain his composure and avoid wild thoughts.

At this moment, the familiar roar sounded again——

"Yanqi! Tonight, you, are, my, god!"

The sparks that the car tires rubbed against the ground revived, rolling all the way from the track to the auditorium, and the people in the first hall laughed along.

Seeing this, Fu Yanle took the lead and shouted: "Yanqi!"

Auditorium: "Niu b!"

Fu Yanle: "The macho!"

Audience seat: "Yanqi!"

The arena was in full swing, but the people who were being watched blushed.Yan Qi turned around and took a few steps to the fence of the auditorium, vaulted with one hand, and rolled into the auditorium nimbly and nimbly.In the chaos, he successfully arrested the supporter and forcibly turned off his microphone.

"Wow wow wow!"

Fu Yanle screamed twice, quickly embraced Song Xueyan's leg with both hands, shrunk half of her face behind Song Xueyan's waist, and stared at Yan Qi with a beautiful and energetic eye, dissatisfied: "How can you treat me so rudely? Your most passionate fan?"

Yan Qi looked around and saw no sign of his cousin, so he raised his eyebrows and said boldly: "Shut up, shame on you!"

"You son of a bitch, it's the wrong way!" Fu Yanle shook Song Xueyan and yelled, "Honey, fuck him!"

Song Xueyan pursed her lips, and before she could speak, Yan Qi took the lead.

Yan Xi folded his arms, turned against the guest, "It's so late, and Teacher Song isn't meditating at home, why did he come here?"

His face was still soaked in sweat, and it was as moist as a silver-white spring under the dim light, probably because he had a good run tonight, and his dark and bright eyes were still full of smiles.Like a hot and sticky summer night, it is warm and lively.

Song Xueyan's eyelashes trembled, and she said, "This is not your territory, you don't care if others come or not."

For some reason, Yan Qi felt that the tone of Song Xueyan's words was no longer as calm as stagnant water, but thorny, slender, difficult to distinguish, but it did have a subtle and non-negligible sense of presence.

"Coincidentally." He took a step forward, showing a bit of evil on his face, "I can really manage."

Fu Yanle leaned close to Song Xueyan's ear, and murmured: "The owner of the private venue is Wang Yuchuan, who is the son of Aqi who is neither relative nor relative."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud shout intervened / came in very appropriately——

"father!"

Song Xueyan raised his eyes and saw a young man striding towards him.

This man was wearing a floral shirt, which was real flowers, and the flags and flowers all over the house could not outshine the thin cloth he was wearing.The hair is made into a dark green idol head, and if you look closely, you can see a little sparkle like a broken diamond.Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings, nothing fell off, and the whole person exudes a kind of delicate and bright, like a beauty pageant, or the kind who wants to win the first place.

Please what kind of racing baby, this person is enough.Song Xueyan thought expressionlessly.

Wang Yuchuan approached Yan Qi, stretched out his hand to hook Yan Qi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "My father, you are so handsome, I will spurt blood for you tonight!"

Yan Xi pressed his fist against his nose, and said with a smile, "It's so clean, where's the blood? You ate it?"

"Aren't I afraid to smoke you? If you want to see it, I'll spray it on you right away." Wang Yuchuan's tone was softer than a professional Xiaomi's, "You're so handsome, I'm willing to do it for you." Once gay."

Yan Qi grabbed his neck and pressed down on him, also playing dumb, "Then take off your pants."

Wang Yuchuan leaned on Yan Qi's shoulder and laughed loudly, turning his gaze to meet Song Xueyan's gaze.

Damn, she looks so fucking good-looking!But...the eyes are so cold, why do you look like you are looking at a dead person?

The lustful heart that had just risen was stillborn, Wang Yuchuan wiped his inexplicably chilly neck, leaned closer and bit Yan Qi's ear, "My father, why does this little fairy look at me like that?"

Yan Qi glanced at Song Xueyan, and found that the other party's expression was normal, so he said lightly: "You are too coquettish, it hurts people's eyes."

Wang Yuchuan groaned aggrievedly, and then dragged Yan Qi to show him the screen recording of tonight's racing.The two seemed to have a very close relationship. When they talked, their shoulders were next to each other, and they wished they could squeeze into a two-headed person. Yan Qi put one arm on Wang Yuchuan's shoulder, and his expression was very relaxed.

Song Xueyan withdrew her gaze, turned to Fu Yanle and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Fu Yanle was chatting on WeChat, and said "hmmm" without looking up.

The passage is not wide, and when leaving, Song Xueyan's shoulder brushed against Yan Qi's shoulder unavoidably, the movement was as light as the wind blowing, but Yan Qi seemed to feel it.He turned his head to look at Song Xueyan's back, white and blue, like a quiet and thin bamboo branch landscape screen.

After staring at it for a while, he suddenly withdrew, "Look at it later, I'm going to change clothes."

"Ah?" Wang Yuchuan turned his head and could only see Yan Qi's back, "Oh."

The restrooms in the venue are on a separate floor, and they are all single rooms. They are equipped with bathroom heaters and disposable toiletries, which is convenient for the drivers who usually come to play to wash and change clothes after the game.But now the drivers are all outside, and there is no one in the bathroom.

Song Xueyan walked to the sink, looked up at herself in the mirror.On the surface, he still looks indifferent and alienated, but only he can tear through this layer of camouflage and pick out the smelly carrion hidden inside.

—— Jealousy and greed suddenly arise, and after being forcibly suppressed, they become even more rebellious and want to jump out restlessly.But he has been wearing this mask for many years, and he has long been stubborn and strong. His vicious and ferocious emotions failed to resist, he clamored and struggled in his flesh, squeezed into a ball of scarlet fire, and burned him out.

The way Yan Qi and An Shigou talked, and the way they laughed when they were fighting with Wang Yuchuan crossed into their minds, and played them repeatedly viciously.Song Xueyan closed her eyes, clenched her hands supporting the marble countertop, and made a piercing clucking sound.

The sudden and clear sound of footsteps was like a bronze bell, waking up Song Xueyan who was restless.He quickly withdrew his hands, his five fingers naturally dropped to the sides of his legs, opened his eyes and raised his head.

Almost at the same second, Yan Qi walked in from the corner, and Song Xueyan looked at each other on the smooth and bright mirror.

He was still wearing a racing suit, his tall and thin figure was tightly wrapped, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his extremely excellent body proportions were more obvious than usual.Song Xueyan looked back very quickly, put her hand under the sensor faucet, rubbed it casually a few times, pulled out the paper and wiped it carelessly, turned around and was about to leave.

Yan Qi didn't stop him, until Song Xueyan brushed past him, he said: "Are you unhappy?"

There are nine points of certainty in this statement, and the remaining part is not hesitation, but politeness with room for it.

If there was a second mirror directly in front of her, Song Xueyan would definitely check her expression quickly and naturally, but unfortunately there is not.He said in the usual tone: "You guessed wrong."

"I didn't guess, you told me." Song Xueyan looked sideways, Yan Xi's chin lifted slightly, "Your eyes are red."

Song Xueyan was startled, before she could look away, Yan Qi asked again: "Are you crying?"

He is like a child with a strong desire for knowledge, his tone is not malicious, and even reveals a kind of innocence, "From the auditorium to here, you didn't talk to anyone or take out your mobile phone all the way, why are you suddenly unhappy? Did you suppress the cloud in the middle of the night? Or whose existence provoked you?"

It's too sharp.

Song Xueyan didn't dare to be careless, and reminded lightly: "Don't peep into other people's emotions without authorization."

"I'll give you something in return." Yan Qi leaned his upper body back slightly, tilted his head and looked at Song Xueyan, this action was very oppressive, making him look a little aggressive.

"Stop staring at me all the time."

The author says:

燕栖：你觉得我受得了吗？感谢在2022-05-1520:15:09-2022-05-1619:26:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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