flammable relationship

Fu Yiheng doesn't know if he's flirty or not, but he really wasn't a decent bird when he was young.In today's terms, it means that we don't take the matter of feelings seriously, and the selection of people is very superficial. It mainly depends on the eye, and once the nerve that dominates aesthetics catches up, let go and chase after it.Because of my own conditions, I have never encountered someone who could not catch up with life and death, let alone someone who had to catch up with life and death.

Speaking of it, it's a bit of a game in the world.

In addition to appearance, other personalities, family background, education, etc., are not considered at all. The young teacher Fu stubbornly believes that these are small things that can be solved by hand after getting better, and there is no need to think about it before making a move.

Life is short, death is near, and the more you think about it, the more timid you will be, that's the reason.

But this truth has an age limit.

No matter who, when I was young, I was very rich. Time and energy, including emotions, were squandered like no money. How to waste love, how to waste it, what care about the future poverty?When I was really pushed to the door of 30 years old one day, I found that no matter it was time or energy, even the feelings that were not rare when I splashed them like water at the beginning became extremely stingy.

How to say that sentence, how easy it is to fall in love with someone when you are not sensible, but how difficult it is when you grow up.

Mr. Fu, who has grown up with great difficulty, has now changed his beliefs, and he must be in awe of everything.To be on the safe side, you must stick to the bottom line when you shouldn't touch things.

Like alcohol.

A wine game, the beginning is strong, you and I haven’t seen each other for many years, exchange drinks with each other, drink two or three drinks to heat up the atmosphere, and basically drink happily in the middle, shake your head and tail on the dance floor to warm up, come back and continue talking about the mountains , the white beer, the red and the foreign go into battle in turn, blowing against each other in a fancy way, drinking all the way to the climax, ecstatic, and when the first one who is too drunk to fall over, the carnival enters a weak end.

After Fu Yiheng answered the phone, he walked home slowly, ate, took a shower, changed his clothes, sprayed on perfume and styled his hair, and went straight to the end.

To be happy with old friends, it is enough to drink two glasses of meaning. The experience of borrowing wine to soothe one's sorrows is enough for a once in a lifetime hypocrisy, otherwise it seems that no one can bear to part with the other.

How beautiful the waking world is, Mr. Fu still has this awareness.

He went out to make a phone call, and when he arrived, he caught up with the midnight show. His group of cronies basically drank too much, and the booth was crooked and littered with corpses.

Fu Yiheng counted, familiar faces, half and half new faces, a total of seven people, those lying under the table with their stomachs spread out, those holding wine bottles on the sofa, those crying and laughing, hugging and kissing together, joys and sorrows, all kinds of states in the world .

"Damn it, you come here after you've finished your fucking drink, to drink the exhaust gas? You really can't keep up with the fresh ones."

Zhou Ao, the one urging people on the phone, looks quite normal, at least he can walk upright while supporting the sofa, he ran over and put his arms around Fu Yiheng's shoulders, squinted his eyes to focus hard, reached out and stroked Fu Yiheng's hair, hehe He smiled and said: "Mr. Fu is dressed very coquettishly today! Isn't it cool to be single again? Do you want to have a double score, the sunset love of the old man's rejuvenation?"

Fu Yiheng gave him a hard elbow, took off the warm yellow scarf and put it on the sofa, took a bottle of dark beer from the table, pried off the bottle cap and took two gulps, pointing at each other who were inseparable and inseparable. The two people on the line asked, "What's the situation with them?"

Zhou Ao touched Fu Yiheng with a wine bottle, tilted his neck and drank half of the bottle, and then turned his head exaggeratedly to look at it. The arc of that flick was comparable to the parabola of a three-point ball. throw out.

"Oh, what's the situation? Isn't this a slap?" Zhou Ao shrugged nonchalantly, went over and kicked the two of them nervously, and was beaten back after the kick.

"Haven't they been separated for two years?" Fu Yiheng looked left and right, and there was really no place to stay in the booth, so he turned and walked to the empty booth, "I remember when the division was quite crowded, Call everyone out for a very expensive breakup drink."

"I've wandered around for two years and haven't found someone more desirable than the other party. I regret it." Zhou Ao followed him unsteadily, lit a cigarette, "I said at the beginning that the two of you have been separated for a long time, and you can't run away because of your relationship. Going around and going around, you have to get together."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head triumphantly: "Look, isn't brother awesome? Which one of the predicted things didn't work out in the end? Including..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly jammed the shell, put the lighter on the marble table with a click, and squeezed the cigarette case.

Fu Yiheng glanced at him, and added with a smile: "Including when you said that Jin Chen was unreliable, and he looked like a restless master."

"Hey, you just said that brother's guess is accurate?" Zhou Ao was a little emotional, maybe because he felt sorry for his buddies, or maybe because he felt sorry for himself, "You fucking gave me a face for such a sentence back then, and you are angry with me. , owed."

"Yes yes yes, I owe you, it's not like you don't know, my brother has always had poor eyesight, and he has never been able to see people accurately. I didn't have an IQ during the relationship, so I offended you, can I apologize?"

Fu Yiheng blew on the bottle briskly, and when the bottle was put down, the story changed, "Don't mention it, let me tell you what you have been working on in the United States for the past few years, and you are so busy that you don't answer the phone very much?"

"Who doesn't answer your phone anymore? Did you call me and I won't answer? Did you give me a chance to not answer? Hey? I found that you are very good at being vicious. You should file a complaint first! No, I will not answer this matter. I have to break it down for you..."

Zhou Ao was suddenly agitated, and complained about Fu Yiheng's infidelity and ungratefulness for nearly a quarter of an hour. Before he could finish, he was held back by his full bladder and went to the bathroom.

Fu Yiheng looked at his staggering back, smiled and shook his head.

Zhou Ao is his college classmate, in the same department but in different classes. Speaking of it, there is a confusion between the two of them. To sum it up, it is roughly that when I like you, there are people around you, and when I don’t like you, you come here crying again. Confess this drama.

Vulgar and bloody.

But then again, how many people's youth is not bloody?

Everyone came here step by step.

For wine, there is a first bottle, and if you are not drunk, there is a second bottle.

Fu Yiheng shook the empty beer bottle, resisted to take it again, put his hands on his cheeks to watch people throwing their arms on the dance floor, and by the way, thought about how to improve the average score of the class in mathematics before the next test , the key and difficulty lies in the poor settlement of those few rounds of exams.

The first to bear the brunt is Liu Yingchao.

When thinking of Liu Yingchao, it is inevitable to think of his brother who has both sides.

When thinking, Mr. Fu habitually holds something in his hand. If he doesn't have a pen to turn, he uses Zhou Ao's lighter to make do.

The silver chrome-plated lighter knocked rhythmically on the table and made a crisp and pleasant sound. This sound fell into the noisy background music of the bar, was absorbed and disappeared invisible.

"Borrow a fire."

The voice from the side was not very clear, and Fu Yiheng heard the three words without beginning and end. Before he could raise his head, a slender hand stretched out in front of him and held him, and pressed his hand with a click. Get off the lighter.

Flames sprang up.

In the dim light, the side face with a cigarette in his mouth approached, the man leaned over, his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth were tense, and the dancing flames outlined a deep and stiff facial contour.

Fu Yiheng didn't move until the other party lit a cigarette and straightened up, looking at him with his pockets in his hands.

Fu Yiheng put down the lighter, put his other hand on the back of his hand and rubbed it back and forth, to get rid of the strange feeling of being touched by others, and asked, "This time the part-time job is in a nightclub?"

Wei Ran nodded, and took out a bottle of foreign wine from his jacket.

Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows, leaning on the table and looking at him lazily.

Wei Ran then unscrewed the lid of the wine bottle, poured the wine into a glass half filled with ice cubes, and shook the mouth of the glass with the hand holding the cigarette.

After the ice cubes were mixed with the golden wine, he pushed the cup to Fu Yiheng.

Fu Yiheng stroked the reflective rim with his fingertips, feeling that this glass of Hennessy brandy was as beautiful as a poisoned red apple in the queen's hand.

With a smile on his face, he asked knowingly, "Wine sales?"

Wei Ran pushed the cup again: "Acquaintances, [-]% off."

Fu Yiheng snorted, and shook the wine glass to listen to the sound of the ice cubes colliding: "Then what if it's not familiar?"

Wei Ran: "Unfamiliar, [-]% off."

There seemed to be a strange silence around for a second.

"That's right, I also know that a slaughterer should choose a cooked one." Fu Yiheng couldn't help but laugh, and drank the cup of cooked wine in one gulp. The strong wine entered his throat, but the taste bud experience he imagined was not aroused. He smacked his lips and hissed, "Fake Yes, add at least half of the water."

"Almost." Wei Ran admitted without hesitation, "Don't worry, it's not tap water, mineral water, and you won't have diarrhea when you go back."

It was the first time that he met such a conscientious person selling fake wine, Fu Yiheng let out a chuckle, and said with a frown, "I don't want to get drunk anymore."

"Then you drink less, and I don't want to look for the car with the car keys behind your back."

"You use your back?"

Wei Ran was stunned by the strange question asked.

It's not carried on the back, is it possible to hold it?

Fu Yiheng noticed the ambiguity, and corrected: "Don't get me wrong, I thought you were carrying me on your shoulders, you know, like the posture of a dock worker carrying sandbags."

Wei Ran looked at him, pursed his mouth and said nothing, turned his eyes away two seconds later, scratched his nose and looked back, and found Fu Yiheng staring straight at him, his eyes were soaked with alcohol.

"Looking at what?" Wei Ran was a little uncomfortable.

"You look a little different today." Fu Yiheng said truthfully, and praised, "You are very handsome, and you are well groomed."

Wei Ran frowned, probably because he was dissatisfied with the adjective beautiful, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "Because I want to sell wine."

"I know." Fu Yiheng poured himself another glass of fake wine without lifting his eyelids, "But you know, is this a gay bar?"

The author has something to say: Selling alcohol in a gay bar... Brother Ran is going all out to make a living (╥╯^╰╥)