In the bar, nothing changed because she sat in front of me. The neon lights were still flashing as before, and the music was playing as before. We were just two inconspicuous people.
What will change because of us? I looked at her, and after sizing it up for a while, I picked up the wine glass and started thinking about Liang Qian. That woman seemed to be far away in my mind, very far away, but why?
Suddenly it came back.
She first smiled at me and said, "My name is Zhang Xiaomei, just call me Meimei. By the way, what's your name?"
I looked at her again and said, "Jing Yuxuan, by the way, you look a lot like a friend of mine."
She laughed again, "Really? It's such an honor." I knew she was trying to get closer, and she also thought I was trying to get closer.
I have no explanation, I don’t want to explain, and there is no need to explain. Sometimes, not explaining is actually the best explanation, because if you explain, there will be a suspicion, a suspicion that you want to avoid.
I smiled and said, "What a coincidence, haha, by the way, how old are you?"
She thought for a while and said: "Eighteen years old, haha, I only turned out this year."
"Oh, how old were you when you started doing it?" I asked again.
In fact, I shouldn’t ask this, and I don’t know why I asked it suddenly. She wasn’t angry, she just smiled, and seemed to be a little emotional, “I started doing it when I was sixteen, and I just turned eighteen this year, so I
Come work here.”
"Oh." I nodded, "Sixteen years old, why are you doing this?" I suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to, because I felt that I was so similar to the woman in front of me, it was just that our ways of expressing ourselves were different.
, we both sold our souls the same way, from the day we stepped in, so I think she can understand me, just like I understand her, because we are all equally pitiful.
I didn’t expect that when I said all this, she would think that she was trying to get close to her, and her purpose was just to have sex with her once. She looked at me, walked up with a smile, and with an unpleasant smell of alcohol on her face, she said with a smile: "Say
There are so many things to do, just come here, they all have the same purpose."
I suddenly understood what she was thinking and said with a smile: "No, you can go back."
I pushed her away, and suddenly I felt that she was so ugly, not as a person, but as a soul. She was so disgusting. After I pushed her away, she pounced on me again, "Stop pretending, actually I understand.
"While talking, he was groping with his hands on his body.
"Get away!" I suddenly shouted in a louder voice.
"Go, get out, what's the big deal? That's what you're here for, why are you pretending?" She stood up with disdain and sneered.
Watching her leave, I suddenly smiled, a bitter smile, because I felt that it was impossible for her to understand me. Maybe it was only Liang Qian. But how is that woman doing now? It turns out that even if she is the same person who sold her soul,
There are also differences, perhaps, this is the difference between people.
My voice became louder, so that the people around me looked at me and said something in a whisper. I ignored these people and continued drinking. After finishing the beer in the cup, I stood up and said to
He looked at a waiter and said, "I'm going to find your boss and ask him to come out."
When people heard this, they started to come up and surround me, thinking that I was here to cause trouble. I looked at them and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I am your boss's friend. Even if I am here to cause trouble, you are not."
My opponent, let’s call your boss out.”
"What a great honor." A man said, holding a wine bottle and walking towards me quickly. Without saying a word, he hit me hard on the head. I didn't hide or fight back.
I let his beer bottle hit my head. The beer bottle shattered on the ground, and wine and blood flowed down my head.
The man looked at me and said: "Laughing boy, go back, this is not the place for you." He turned around.
I ignored him, wiped the wine off my face with my hands, and said, "I've given you face, why doesn't your boss come out?"
"Hey, brat, are you really looking for death?" The man turned around again, punched me, and I kicked him away and said, "What a great honor."
, could it really be possible for me to destroy this place?"
In the bar, there were still people dancing, the neon lights were still flashing, and the music was still playing. It was as if nothing had changed, and no one would pay attention to the changes here. Only some people nearby were looking at me.
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The man fell to the ground, got up, and vomited a mouthful of blood, "I didn't expect you to be so smart. Well, your uncle will play with you today."
I sneered, "You're not qualified. Even your boss doesn't dare to play with me. Who do you think you are? Call your boss out."
He didn't speak anymore, because he rushed towards me again, and flew out without exception. When he rushed towards me for the third time, he managed to avoid my kick, but when I kicked him the second time, he flew away again.
When I went out, I looked at him and walked upstairs without saying anything. Suddenly, a gunshot sounded behind me. The whole bar suddenly became quiet. Only the music was still playing. Everyone in the venue
People were looking at me and the people behind me.
I didn't say anything, and turned around slowly. He was smiling, looking very arrogant, with a small pistol pointed at me. "Fuck, hit me. If you keep hitting me, wouldn't it be very aggressive?"
"
I looked at him and said, "Don't point the gun at me, or you won't know when you will die."
"Hey, I'm going to let you see who dies first today." He took two steps toward me.
"I don't know what's wrong." After I finished speaking, I moved my hand and the man screamed. The gun in his hand had fallen to the ground. On his wrist, there was a military dagger, my dagger.
Before that, seven or eight people gathered around me, all with machine guns in their hands, pointing at me. I looked at the people surrounding me and said, "I just said, don't point your gun at me. Didn't you hear me?"
?”
"Kill him, kill him for me." The man just now howled and pulled out the dagger in his hand.
"Stop." At this time, a man's voice came from upstairs. Everyone looked upstairs, and those holding guns also moved back. A short man walked slowly towards me.
Coming down, there were many people behind him.
After he walked down, those people all moved away. In his hand, he held a small knife, which glowed with six colors under the neon light. "Let me fight him, you are not his."
opponent."
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