Set fire in your heart

Chapter 1 Rare

Magnificent sunset.What's the next sentence - oh. "It's only near dusk."

Sunset is magnificent.

What's the next sentence - oh.

"It's only near dusk."

There is a description to compare the wind in the south and the north. The wind in the north is blowing loudly, which is called physical attack. The wind in the south is cold and humid, and it is called magic penetration.

Yu Miao was walking home, the wind was very strong, and his Hong Kong-style middle part was blown up by the wind.

And the sunlight of the setting sun made his shadow very long, and the top of the slender black shadow showed funny undulations of hair.

The grotesque and alley shadows are mixed and blended, and separated.

a little cold.

Yu Miao was expressionless.

If you look closely at Yu Miao's eyes, they have very straight single eyelids, and the raised eye ends make his single eyelids look aloof.The color of the eyes is very deep, almost jet black, and no one can see a glimmer of brilliance from them when the face is expressionless.

That's why his eyes look like dead fish eyes when his face is expressionless.

What do people who have worked hard all day think about when they return home alone in the evening?

Worried about tomorrow's livelihood?Or are you looking forward to the meal cooked by your loved ones at home?Thinking and reflecting on your day?Or imagine a long-awaited fate?

No, they're thinking of going to bed and going to sleep as soon as they get home and do nothing.

Yu Miao puts his trouser pockets in his hands, and walks with his long legs wrapped in slim sports trousers, and Vance's sneakers kick up the dust... He yawns tiredly, and is bored thinking about it, life is so boring.

The dusky sky is called Tuo, and pedestrians walk on the rice paddies.

"Boss, are you still following?"

The man in the backseat of the black-painted Maybach leaned against the window with his head propped on one hand, staring at the figure that was fading away.

until there is a corner ahead.

The setting sun also kisses the top of the mountain goodbye.

"Ah..." After recovering for a while, the man slowly closed his loving eyes.

"Let's go back."

Buddha Bar, where Yu Miao works.

This is a music bar, and he is a resident singer here.

The bar is decorated with wood, which makes people smell sandalwood.The lighting is soft and dim, giving it a sense of home and nostalgia.

In a small place, all the people are drinking and drinking, immersing themselves in the music of one person.

"Who can love to own Mount Fuji,

Why not feel the sorrow,

Assumptions come from your fictions,

Can't find it in the test tube stains the eyes

......"

The hoarse and smokey voice sang "Under Mount Fuji" in Cantonese, and the lonely charm that belongs only to men touched the hard-to-beat heart of the man who does not return at night.

An attractive man feels like a glass of mellow red wine. The more you taste it, the more memorable it will be. All the experiences will flaunt his charm and endow him with the charm of time.

Yu Miao is like a 40-year-old decadent, loves cigarettes, cards, and wine, and keeps a middle score with a guitar on her back, as if she can wander the world at any time.

In the middle of the night, with a hoarse voice, he sang love song stories that he had not experienced emotion.

He is like a pedestrian walking at the junction of the circle of teenagers and adults, unrestrained and unrestrained to death.

It's also suffocating to death.

The music was loud.

Yu Miao followed the music and patted the top of the acoustic guitar in her arms. The microphone was two inches away from his lips. His lips were pale and thin, and when he sang, his thin lips opened like kisses.Sweater sneakers, long legs slanted on the floor below the stage, he looks tall, but his body is extremely thin.

From the overly pale and thin neck caressed by the ambiguous light, the sweater quietly reveals a slightly concave collarbone with the movement.

Xiang Wanlin has never seen such a person before, he is undisciplined and dispirited, and every time he blinks an eye and sings a song, every time he raises his head, his heart moves.

When you look at his calm and speechless appearance, you feel that he is out of tune with the world.

When you listen to his songs, you feel like you are listening to Moss in a hotel room with only the bedside lights on...

...Wait, what is he thinking! ...

Before he could sort out his current chaotic thoughts, the young man on the stage seemed to notice something, and his eyes met his.

Xiang Wanlin's heart skipped a beat.

The hand that has always held the wine glass calmly has just shaken off a few drops of crystal, and all the hustle and bustle in the ear has returned to zero and calm.

When the two of them looked at each other, the corners of the young man's mouth lightly lifted, and it flashed so fast that it seemed like a flying bird was falling, causing ripples, but Xiang Wanlin could see that it was a sneer.

Indescribable thoughts condensed in his heart.

Should be lost, but also accompanied by joy.

Yu Miao's eyebrows were long and slender, and they were extremely unruly when they were raised while squinting and looking forward.His nose is as straight as a peak, and his facial features are not three-dimensional except for his nose, which seems to be deserted in the mist and rain in the south, which also makes his uncontrollable single eyelids have a unique brilliance on his face.

There is only such a person in the world, the mixture of youthful vigor and adult corruption makes him——

The green lotus out of the mud.

—

At the end of the song, everyone stared at the young man with astringent sips of their heart-wrenching wine.

How many nights have been spent by this boy.

How many people come here for teenagers.

A hundred days and nights are hidden in his brows and eyes.

As the saying goes, I can't walk into your world, I can only look outside your door, I can't give you my experience, I can only face you from a distance, and tell what I feel .

Since life cannot collide, let me wait and see not far from you.

The school was about to start, and of course Yu Miao had no time to work. Thinking of the boss's instructions, he took the mic after singing.

Although he felt that he was only a short-term resident singer who came to work part-time, there was no need to say goodbye, but since the boss asked, Yu Miao still gave face.

He cleared his throat with a cough and said: "How should I say it... I don't say much. After graduation, I will go to another city to study. Well, let's not talk nonsense, let's sum it up, goodbye."

But Yu Miaoqu didn't say much after that, and walked off the stage with a calm expression, and the tall figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

The guests were in an uproar.

Someone couldn't help asking the bartender: "How old is this kid?"

The bartender said, "Eighteen."

The man asked, "Which university did he go to?"

The bartender said, "I don't know, I heard it's in the north."

"Is that so..."

His tone was low and resentful.

Yu Miao walked to the backcourt, there was no one there, and the last room was the place to change clothes.

The changing room for employees is very narrow, but there are no sundries, and the small fabric sofa is quietly placed in the corner.

Yu Miao leaned her head against the wall, took a turn from her pocket to find the cigarette case, then took a stick and put it in her mouth, and pressed the lighter to light it.

"call--"

The turbid air mixed with smoke was exhaled, Yu Miao felt relieved, and narrowed his eyes.

His slender fingers rotated the silver Zippo lighter, and the auspicious animal Pixiu carved on five sides shook with his fingertips.

Some people like to collect shoes, some people like to wear famous watches.

Yu Miao doesn't like much, cigarettes, lighters, games, and wine are all of them.

The smoke is not easy to disperse in this small space, Yu Miao likes to stay in such an environment that is completely contaminated with her own smell.

He smoked cigarettes for six years, and he smoked hard, and his voice was ruined over time like this, resulting in his current awesome smoking voice.

What was your original voice like?

Yu Miao thought casually, it seems that he went to the market to perform and won an award in elementary school... The memory is too long and I don't know it clearly.

But now this voice is also good, he can sing his favorite songs vividly, and when he speaks, no one will pay attention to his slightly youthful appearance.

Suddenly, the sound of the door lock was exceptionally clear.

"Crack-"

The doorknob was twisted.

Eyes flashed a sharp and cold light in the layers of fog, and Yu Miao still kept leaning against the wall and squinted at the strange man in a suit and leather who walked in without warning.

The smoke was lingering, and people's faces were hazy.

"Who are you?"

Yu Miao was holding a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and his words were neither salty nor light, and he didn't even show much expression on his face. The fire was extinguished, and the Zippo in his hand was still dancing around his fingertips.

The room was dimly lit, with a soft yellow halo.

The silhouette cast by Yu Miao's eyelash feathers contains an unpredictable meaning.

The strange man approached, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor was thick and thick.

The Zippo lid was closed and two fingers sent it into his pocket.Yu Miao raised her eyes, her expression was calm and she seemed to be looking at the person with a little bit of irritability.

The narrow space is enough to make the breathing and heartbeat of two people close to each other dance together.

"People who are attracted to you."

The tip of the man's nose was about to touch Yu Miao's, and he spit out the words of intimacy, with an involuntary sigh at the end of his voice.

In an instant, the cigarette between Yu Miao's lips was taken away and changed to another owner.

Just licking and smoking the squishy cigarette butt with Yu Miao smell, and then spitting out a pleasant dream, the man took off the cigarette butt, snuffed it out and threw it on the ground, "Good boys shouldn't smoke."

"I'm an adult, do you want to control me?"

"Yes, give it a chance."

bother.

Yu Miao raised her eyebrows and smiled mockingly: "I like women."

"I know."

"so what?"

"I can be your woman."

Yu Miao waved her hand to disperse the smoke, raised her eyes to stare at the man's expression, trying to find traces of joking.

But he failed.

The man looks good, his facial features are deep and elegant, his eyelashes are long and flickering as if he can talk, and he responds to Yu Miao's scrutiny with such gentleness and indulgence.

But Yu Miao heard the businessman's aura in him, and it was very dangerous for a person who was smiling and hiding all his calculations under his appearance.

But it's hilarious for a man to say he's going to be a woman to a young man.

Yu Miao said with a sneer: "Are you sending it to your door to find C? A piece of shit."

The man said to Yu Miao seriously: "It's my first time."

"..." Yu Miao was silent for a long time, and her smile gradually faded away.

The smoke dissipated quickly, and the illusory barrier between Yu Miao and the man disappeared.

They seem to be familiar with each other's breathing, Yu Miao raised her eyelids and looked at the man's eyes.

It is full of tenderness and affection, all of which is myself.

"your name."

"Bai Qixing."

"Ah."

Suddenly, there was a coolness on his lips, and Bai Qixing was stunned.

Yu Miao lowered her eyebrows and her heart was beating violently.

Then the wet, soft and strong tongue invaded his mouth irresistibly, intertwining his tongue lingeringly.

Yu Miao was kissing him.

Maybe it wasn't gentle.

But Bai Qixing was trembling and wanted to cry.

—You can follow him for so long.

——but the shell was peeled off by the kiss, revealing the essence of haste and greed.

The author says:

... The author of scumbag writing (┯_┯), wants to write a male god, but... my writing is limited