Chapter 948

This man brought jiangbeize to the bar. Jiangbeize has never been here before.

The terrain is very partial, some are hidden, and the name is low-key and not publicized. The signboard is a string of dark black Thai.

There are not many people in it, but it's noisy. Looking around, there are many men in it. There's no woman in it.

Jiangbeize is not stupid. He immediately understood what this place is.

Walking in front of the middle-aged man, smilingly teased him that "little milk dog, I like it", it should be true.

The man sat down at the bar and pointed at the bartender. He didn't need words. The bartender took the initiative to hand over a blue-green cocktail. At the moment when his eyes met, the bartender kissed the middle-aged man directly.

"You use it slowly."

Jiangbei Ze frowned and looked at this scene, which made him sick.

He is not suitable for such a place with mixed fish and dragons. Compared with the open-ended bar, he still likes literature and art and elegance. The best thing is that there is no dazzling crystal light. There is a guitar player playing and singing on the stage, playing a slow folk song.

"What would you like to drink, boy?" The man's eyes fell on jiangbeize, playing with the cocktails in his hands, opening his mouth and drinking them all without blinking.

"Beer Is that all right? "

Jiangbeize has never had a drink since childhood, not once, but the degree of beer is relatively low, so there should be nothing wrong.

"Are you sure?"

This man's eyes contain three parts of teasing and provocation. Jiangbeize nodded. His eyes are very pure and big. In the whole bar, there is no such clean and delicate boy as him. It's too delicate. The boy with bone feeling can fall to the ground with a touch.

With this beautiful face, I have cheated green leaves and red flowers since I was a child in Beize, Dajiang. Now my 30-year-old uncle is also attracted.

Uncle is not joking. He ordered the bartender to bring 30 mugs of beer and put them on the table in turn.

A large draft beer, about 800 ml, Jiangbei Ze swallowed saliva, only in the beer festival saw such a large cup.

"Boy, whoever can't drink first will lose. If I lose, I'll give you my pen back. If you lose, you'll have to stay with me all night. "

Jiangbeize nodded, "willing to give in, hope you don't break your promise."

"Hahaha, don't worry. You are so young. I'm thirty-five. I'm shameful here."

The man said, shouting and clapping, attracting the rest of the men to come and see.

"Hey guys, please give me sun Feng as a witness. I'll gamble with this kid for a drink. If he can't drink me, he will have to accompany me tonight!"

As soon as the words came out, the rest clapped their hands and cheered. They watched the wine in their hands and gathered around them. Some of them looked up and down at jiangbeize.

"Brother Feng, this kid is good. He is white and clean. Where did he get it?"

"Today, I was destined to pick it up on the road. Let's start --"

a man named sun Feng waved his hand and signaled jiangbeize to drink first.

Jiangbeize brought up the first beer.

After a sip, I frown and can't say anything. It's not good to drink anyway. There's no coffee or coke to drink.

He lingered for ten minutes to finish a drink, and sun Feng laughed heartily. "I'll give you ten minutes, and now I won't let you!"

With that, sun Feng picked up the cup in front of him and drank it up.

Seeing sun Feng start to act, jiangbeize is not willing to show weakness. He takes up the second cup, but after he finishes the second cup, sun Feng's three glasses of wine have already entered his stomach.

Jiangbeize holds the third cup and pours it down.

That kind of feeling is like soaking in the sea, sucking a lot of sea water, which has become increasingly tasteless. My throat is swallowing mechanically. I wish I could swallow the wine as soon as I reached my mouth, and my stomach is growing.

Fourth, Fifth

Jiangbeize felt that his belly was going to burst with wine. He looked at Sun Feng from the opposite corner of his eyes. He had drunk seven cups, and he was two cups behind.

"Drink! Drink! Drink it! "

The people around are making a scene. It's not too big to watch the bustle. The situation is similar to that of the boxing match. No one cares how sick the party is. Everyone only cares about winning and waiting for the final result, because the winner is the strong, and the society of the weak and the strong is so simple and rough.

Jiangbeize holds the sixth Cup

When he drank half of it, he vomited the wine, which really reached his throat. Even if he said to himself again and again, everyone's situation is not the same, and everyone's limit is not the same.

"Boy, can't you?"

As a leader, sun Feng proudly raised the mug in his hand. Some people couldn't stand sun Feng's face and pushed Jiang Beize's shoulder, "you weak chicken, you kneel in the sixth cup? Hurry up! "

“……” Jiangbeize took a sip and vomited again.

Maybe he is too weak to drink. In recent years of studying abroad, he has to find a coffee shop to do odd jobs. He doesn't have Song Nan tomb to drink. Song Nan tomb is a person who enters the company. It's white, yellow and red. He doesn't blink his eyes and pours it into his stomach.It is at this moment that he feels the same. In fact, as his other half, he is useless. He has been protected by him and has been implicating him. He has suffered a lot, but he does not say.

"Crack" - "

the sound of the glass cracking is extremely harsh.

The bar which was just busy suddenly became quiet. Everyone held their breath and didn't speak. Everyone's eyes were focused on the man who came to the sofa from afar.

186, wearing a black coat, sneakers, board inch, very capable, strong bones, sharp eyebrows, like a rebellious eagle.

"Nice and handsome ~ nice man, I like it!"

I don't know who is the sissy in the crowd yelled and even dared to paste it. Next second, she was thrown on the ground directly. Song Nan's tomb stepped on the man. The man was not angry. He had a look of "I like being abused".

"I'll drink for him!"

Song Nan's tomb directly held jiangbeize's neck, and the arm hung down on his shoulder.

Sun Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "who are you?"

"What's the matter with this boy's bodyguard? Dare not drink with me?"

"Oh, I've just had ten drinks. I'm drinking with you now. Isn't it my loss?" Sun Feng is not an easy master.

Song Nan's Mausoleum glanced at the mug on the table and moved his mouth. "There are 14 cups left on the table. In this way, if I drink 10 cups and you drink four, you will drink faster than anyone else!"

It's a good deal.

The rest of us agreed to let Sun Feng take the lead and don't advise.

Sun Feng is a regular customer of this gay bar. He wants to be brave and brave. He thinks that Song Nan tomb needs to drink 10 cups, four cups by himself, which is equivalent to one cup by himself. Song Nan tomb needs to drink 2.5 cups, which is not the speed that ordinary people can match.

"Yes! I'm afraid of you. "

The eleventh cup was held.

The first cup was held in the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty.

He took jiangbeize's neck in his right hand and wine in his left hand. After drinking a cup, he directly smashed the empty cup to the ground. It seemed that he was venting some kind of anger, but he was wild with his nature. His eyes became bloodthirsty little by little, and the spectators around him hid far away.

Jiangbeize kept his head down. He didn't speak or move. At first, he saw the tomb of Southern Song in the light and shadow moving towards this side. His eyes moved. Now, he didn't respond at all.

Sun Feng also reached the bottom line and drank the twelfth cup. He could not drink any more. He began to vomit wine. Looking at the tomb in the south of Song Dynasty, he was still drinking. His throat moved very fast. The protruding part of his throat was obvious. His face did not change much. It was as natural as drinking water.

Song Nan's tomb has finished drinking ten cups.

I see the bottom.

Sun Feng is still dawdling in the twelfth cup, unwilling to admit defeat.

Seeing this, Song Nan's tomb asked the bartender for two large glasses of wine. He drank them without frowning. The twelfth cup hit sun Feng's foot directly.

"I've had 12 drinks, he's had six, we've got 18 in all. Is that enough?"

“……”

Enough is enough. Sun Feng can't hold on at last. His face is white. He waves his hand and admits planting directly.

The unresponsive jiangbeize finally moved and tried to take the arm of his shoulder away. However, the arm suddenly hooped his wrist and directly pulled him away from the bar.

No one dares to stop. Everyone makes way for Song Nan's tomb, afraid of being smashed by him.

Today, the wind in the muddy city is still biting. Jiangbeize goes downstairs to pick up his pen. He doesn't wear his coat, or even his feet are wearing household cotton slippers.

"You Leave me alone... " Jiangbeize's teeth were trembling. It was too cold outside. His fingers and feet were numb immediately. When he spoke, he could see the white mist on his lips.

"Yes, I don't want to worry about you. What kind of thing do you want me to follow you?!"

“……”

The lips of the tomb in the south of Song Dynasty are pale and the face is a little red. It should be drinking too much. Jiangbeize only glanced at it and forced himself not to open his face. He could not see it, but the picture just now has become a shape in his mind.

"I'm nothing. Anyway, we're just like this. I don't need to understand some words. I know everything."

"You know what you know!"

With this scolding, Bang's fist directly wiped jiangbeize's ear, and it hit the wall behind him.

He looked back at the wall, so looking at the marks on it, he could imagine how bloody and fleshy the back of his hand was before him. It was so blurred that his heart hurt. But what's the way? It's a wrong thing. It's wrong from beginning to end!

"Later - don't let me see you being bullied like your grandson!"

Jiangbei Ze can't return to God for a long time.

When God came back, the boy who said that was no longer in front of him.

He left. I don't know when he left. The air is colder than before. It's very cold. He has to take a breath of air to make his lungs ache.

There is also a man's down jacket on the ground, which was just worn by the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty. He threw his clothes on the ground, just like throwing all his pride and self-esteem on the ground, letting him trample on it, but he wanted to see I care about you!Don't care about you, why drink so much for you!

Jiangbeize crouches down, slowly picks up his coat on the ground and puts it on. Tears are pouring out. Song Nan's tomb is right. He is more pretentious than a woman.

"Hey, boy, you haven't left yet --"

SUN Feng chases out and hands the pen to jiangbeize with shivering.

To the young man's dim tears, sun Feng held his fists in both hands. "Your bodyguard is too good to do, but he can't do it. This pen still belongs to you. I made a mistake to harass you today. Don't mind!"

Patted Jiang Beize's shoulder, then went back.

Jiang Beize holds the pen, his heart is more painful.

The pen has come back, but people can't come back.

"Tut Tut, you are the person that Song Nan tomb likes."

A clear female voice brings back the thoughts of jiangbeize.

Dressed in a white lamb dress, the girl tied a ball head, and a white hand reached out to him, "Hello, my name is Song Wen, and I am the fiancee of Song Nan tomb."

Song Dynasty spoke in a very natural tone, which made jiangbeize suddenly embarrassed.

He and the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty have not been connected for half a month. Usually, if the lovers do not contact each other for half a month, the relationship will be weak, that is, they will break up automatically. Moreover, song Yikai cares so much about the future of the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty, and it is normal to introduce new objects to him.

"Hello, jiangbeize."

The sound is not as sweet and greasy as the Song Dynasty. It's cleaner and clearer than the Song Dynasty. Jiangbeize has a lot of Calligrapher's ink that many girls don't have.

Song Yi took jiangbeize's hand and frowned anxiously. "Your hand is so cold. Let's find a warm place to get warm first. There is a coffee shop in front. Let's go in."

Jiangbeize is very clear that, in addition to acquaintances, he has to ask for or have something to say to the people you suddenly warm up to.

Song Dynasty is the latter.

After entering the coffee shop, Song Dynasty began to talk with Jiang Beize. In three words and two words, he talked about the experience of meeting him for the first time and how difficult he was to get along with.

Jiangbeize doesn't like to interrupt others, even if he really doesn't want to listen to these words. The etiquette education he received since he was a child made him keep the most gentlemanly politeness and listen to each other quietly after saying these words. Then he expressed his attitude:

"you like him."

Only like a person, will talk about his time, dancing, I wish the whole world knew her and his intersection.

"Yes, I like him. I can say that I fell in love with him at first sight. In fact, I am a painter. I admire Picasso most. He is a typical representative of Impressionism. I yearn for free and uninhibited soul, and of course, I appreciate the same kind of people."

"Well, it's good."

Jiangbeize doesn't know what else he can say. The other side is generous. By comparison, he looks like a thief at a loss, like a third party who can't see the light.

He will never see light.

Because of the prejudice, the bigotry, and the human nature.

"So can you let him go?" Song Dynasty blinked and said that she looked into jiangbeize's eyes, not in a tone of discussion, but rather as an order.

Jiang Beize: "I have let him go."

"But he hasn't let you go. I can see that you are as soft as a sheep. I hope you can be tough and decisive. You can say a little to the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty and let him die completely. Can you understand what I mean?"

"I see I think there's something else in my family, so I'll go first. I'll pay for the coffee. Goodbye. "

Jiang Beize finished, turned and left. He was still wearing a coat from the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty. He didn't know what it was. It was a kind of satire, a kind of false love. He wanted to take it off, but he was reluctant to take it off, but the coat burned people.

From inside to outside, his heart was burning, his face was red and his eyes were red.

Everyone let him go of the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty.

Just like Pei Jinling asked him to say, you let go of your second brother's inheritance right, don't rob the company with him!

Just like he knows his own life experience, he has two mothers, one is the mother who provides the egg cells, the other is the mother who surrogates. The surrogate mother found him, cried for a while, and finally held his hand

"If your second brother didn't let me come to you, I wouldn't have come here. Now I have my family and husband, and you live a good life. So even if you know it, don't disturb my life. It was my fault at the beginning. It's been so many years. Shall we let each other go?"

Let go? Let it go?

He never wanted to bind anyone. Why did everyone ask him to let go?

Jiangbeize wipes a tear and takes a taxi to leave. Weakness is not a weapon or a protection card. He doesn't blame anyone.

"Bang --"

song is still sitting in that coffee shop, bowing his head to eat tiramisu, and then waking up with a fist.

Along the fist, the line of vision slowly upward, saw the gloomy face of the tomb in Southern Song Dynasty, just like who owed him money."What happened to your hand?" Song Dynasty.

That right hand, which is full of skin and flesh, should have hit something before. Now it has added a new wound, which is even more serious.

Want to check for him, Song Nan tomb first step back to hand.

"What did you tell him?"

Who is he? We know each other.

Song Nan tomb passed by this cafe, only to see the red eyes of Ze Tong in Jiangbei. He was very sad. He took a taxi and left. Then along the glass, he saw Song Yu sitting in it.

Song Dynasty took a breath.

"I didn't say anything, but I saw him standing on the side of the road. I was afraid he was cold. I talked with him briefly. I was short of family. I didn't mean to break my lips."

"I asked you for the last time. What did you say to him

Song Nan's tomb almost roared out, which made Song Yi's shoulders tremble. People who ate around looked at him one after another, with different eyes, and scolded him for being impolite.

The waiter came over and asked if there was anything he could do to help Song Nan's tomb.

The tomb of Southern Song Dynasty rubbed its forehead and said "I'm sorry". Today, I'm so angry that I'm going to have cerebral hemorrhage, and then I'll lose control. All my senses and calmness have wings and fly away.

Now he calmed down and sat down opposite Song Dynasty. He said sorry to her.

Song Dynasty shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter. I can see that you are in a bad mood."

"Well I don't know what to do if I'm angry with him. "

"Do you like him that much? But you won't be together. First of all, your brother won't agree. "

Song you is the sister of a colleague of song Yikai company. She has some knowledge of song Yikai.

Song Nan's tomb frowned. "My business is not up to you to intervene. Don't think you have the same surname as me, song. You can control the East and the West."

"Cut I'm all for you. You are so handsome. You should fall in love with the opposite sex. "

"I talked to the opposite sex before."

"Ah? So you're a double? "

Well, he's a double.

But what about that?

Before, some people said that he was bisexual, pointed at him, and talked about him behind his back. He had no good feelings for those who thought they were on the moral high ground. Unless he was in a bad mood sometimes, if anyone dared to talk about him, he would beat him up, so that his parents could not recognize him.

In the past few years, he has been able to accept the fact that he has come and gone, honed and matured a lot.

"I just like him, like him, whether he is male or female, or transgender, plastic surgery, or vegetative cloning, I don't care, OK?"

“…… Oh. "

Song Ling nodded stupidly, then grinned, "I like you more and more. You are unrestrained and love freedom. Our two characters are really similar!"

"Forget it, we have no result."

After saying that, the tomb of Southern Song Dynasty left. When it came, it was very popular. So did it when it left.

Song Dynasty has to admit that the tomb in the south of Song Dynasty is really impolite. It's very good for jiangbeize not to say hello when he comes or when he leaves. The gentleman is polite and dignified. He and the tomb in the south of Song Dynasty complement each other very much.

But love can't escape the reality.

……

Jiangbeize slept uneasily.

After going back, I thought my head was a little dizzy, and my nose was airtight. I should have caught a cold outside. In fact, I should drink a bowl of hot ginger soup to chill at this time.

So lazy.

I don't want to move. I want to lie down like this all the time. It's OK to sleep until it's dark. It's OK to sleep until I faint. Anyway, no one will find him and Song Nan tomb will not come back.

"Splashing --"

splashing.

Jiangbeize wakes up and finds himself thrown into the outdoor swimming pool at home.