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Huang Danzheng was in high spirits.
Who could have imagined... that someone he hadn't seen for several years would suddenly appear before him, and he was filled with rage.
The sound of a bottle being smashed now seems to express his dissatisfaction.
Who fell?
The people sitting in the corner quickly stood up and moved away from the man in the suit.
Needless to say, Huang Danzheng frowned.
He had completely forgotten about this person.
I originally planned to drag him into a private room, get him some drinks, and then drag him out and give him a hard time, but he disappeared. Since he wanted to have some fun on his own, who would remember someone whose face I didn't even recognize?
"What do you mean?" Huang Danzheng pushed the person he was holding to the ground and turned to walk towards the corner.
When he was beating people, no one dared to make a sound. Now that someone who doesn't know the rules has come along, and is drunk, he doesn't care who this person is.
Huang Danzheng walked over aggressively.
Everyone in the private room stared intently, even Zhang Tianyu sat up straight.
With a loud "bang," Huang Danzheng was knocked away by the dark figure.
An even more drunkard arrived, shouting, "I've been looking for you for ages! Zhang! Xing—"
Forgot his name and stared for a long time. Wei Qiu's face was red. He had been feeling very stuffy in his chest, but when he got close to the man in the suit, he immediately felt much better from being drunk.
"Come here—"
Before Gu Xinglan could recover, the sofa was pulled away.
"You can dance, right? Show me!"
Gu Xinglan, who hadn't moved an inch on the dance floor: ...
"You're drunk." He tried to pull his hand away, but the other person held on tightly, almost clinging to him.
"Wei! Qiu!"
Huang Danzheng, who had been knocked to the ground, was face down, with blood streaming from his nose, dripping all over the carpet.
Everyone could see it clearly, and some were even filming it. They hurriedly put their phones away in a panic.
His mother has completely lost face!
The two suddenly started fighting.
Gu Xinglan had nowhere to avoid it. His suit was ripped off, and he fell onto the sofa with it. With a few loud crashes, all the wine glasses on the table were swept away, and the wine spilled straight into the middle of the sofa.
Suddenly, the private room was filled with the cries of monkeys.
The group of people fought fiercely in the chaos until the bar manager called for help to separate them.
Not only did they have to pay compensation, but the bottle smashed people's heads, causing them to bleed and several people ending up in the hospital.
Gu Xinglan had already escaped from that group of people, with Xie Bian following behind her. The two of them hid in the toilet.
The four eyes stared at each other until the sounds outside gradually faded away.
Xie Bian smiled and removed the hidden camera from his collar.
“You…” Gu Xinglan stared at the other person as he pulled several miniature cameras off his body, speechless for a moment.
"I'm your new colleague," Xie said as he finished tidying up and leaned closer.
Upon seeing the scar on Gu Xinglan's neck, the once beautiful and gentle image in his mind instantly turned to ashes.
He felt a pang of pity, and his gaze slowly shifted to the mask.
"A new colleague?" Gu Xinglan asked.
"Well, I messed up today, but at least I still gained something. I'm leaving now."
After saying that, the man left the toilet, leaving him staring blankly at the mirror.
A fight broke out in the bar, and someone called the police. The police have arrived at the scene.
When Gu Xinglan came out, she saw that familiar figure from behind.
It just so happens to be Officer Jiang, who lent him two thousand yuan.
The gas leak and explosion in the urban village didn't attract much attention, and his cell phone was also broken.
Since he hasn't been able to get a new SIM card yet, the Li family just gave him a new phone.
The new phone has very few contacts.
He avoided the police car and called Li Hetai. When the call connected, he could hear loud music playing on the other end.
"Where are you?"
[Monitoring room.]
Why did you end up in the bar's security room...?
You go first, I'm not going back.
"That won't do, I still need you to help me apply the medicine."
He couldn't get scar removal medication on his back, and besides...
"I'll wait for you. I'm worried about leaving you here, little one." Gu Xinglan casually made up an excuse to stay on the other end of the phone.
He didn't get to enjoy the good fortune, but he took on the hardships. He wanted to ask Li Hetai what his plans were.
There was a long pause on the other end, followed by soft breathing that slowly reached my ear through the phone. After a while, I heard: "[Whatever you want.]"
The bar is even more crowded late at night.
The Zhang family kept calling. Under the lamplight, Gu Xinglan sat on a wooden chair by the roadside, biting into a piece of bread.
"Young man, it's going to snow, hurry home."
The elderly men and women sweeping the streets walk together, their cleaning trucks filled with bottles of liquor.
There are many bars and barbecue restaurants in this area, so naturally there are many cleaners.
He finished his bread, threw the wrapper back in, and continued waiting by the roadside.
The wind was a bit cold, and the streetlights grew brighter and brighter. When Gu Xinglan saw a figure emerging from the alley, she quickly waved, her breath coming out of her mask.
It's hard to say what it feels like when someone forces their way into his solitary life.
Li Hetai walked up to the man.
Previously, you could only see the belt, but now you can see the collar of the other person's clothes just by looking up, and even the Adam's apple if you raise your head slightly.
The skin around the Adam's apple, as if melted by fire and stuck together, now moved slightly, and one could hear:
"are you cold?"
"It's not cold." Li Hetai looked away and was about to turn and leave, but his exposed hand was pulled over.
The other person covered him with both hands, the warmth spreading along the back of their hands like the warm sun in winter.
His fingers trembled as he pulled his hand away from the other person's.
The cold wind instantly drove away the unfamiliar warmth on my hands.
Li Hetai put the items back in his pockets, put his hands in them, and turned to leave.
Footsteps immediately sounded behind me.
"Li Hetai, what are you doing in the bar's surveillance room?"
"What exactly is your father trying to do...?"
"Let's take a taxi, I didn't bring an umbrella."
"..."
It's so noisy, so incredibly noisy.
He quickened his pace, and when he reached the corner, the sound stopped again.
The falling snowflakes were so cold that ice crystals floated on his eyelashes. Li Hetai slowed his pace, but he still couldn't hear the other person following him.
I shouldn't have looked at them or listened to them, but habits are terrible things. Before I knew it, I had made paying attention to someone a habit.
He turned his head, and in his line of sight, the man was squatting at the corner, his head bowed low, looking at the mask that had been broken into two pieces on the ground.
The headlights of passing cars kept shining on that person.
The man looked up, somewhat helplessly, and said with a wry smile, "Li Hetai, the mask you gave me has cracked..."
Mottled and fragmented, as unreal as a dream.
Li Hetai stared intently, then took a few strides forward and stomped the mask into four pieces.
"Ugh, it's so cold..."
Her face was freezing cold; Gu Xinglan wasn't wearing a scarf or a face mask.
Soon, a dark shadow loomed over.
This was the strongest ylang-ylang fragrance I've ever had; the air was filled with the scent of Leh Hoe Thai.
The scarf was wrapped around his head, and the heat penetrated every inch of it.
The cold wind was suddenly kept out, but it froze Li Hetai's face and eyes red.
The words of emotion that were about to come out of her mouth were immediately swallowed back, and Gu Xinglan stared blankly at the other person.
Various swollen images kept flashing through my mind, like piecing together fragments, constantly gathering into memories that were both strange and familiar.
In his past life, Li Hetai probably had his gentle moments, but only when he was this person's personal psychologist, when he hadn't yet experienced this person's daily life, when he was still waiting in his private office at eight in the morning and nine at night for this person to come for consultation and to confide in him, when it was snowing, when he was wearing a scarf, when he was given the same protagonist, and now he was given the same experience.