Nonlinear Love

The person next to him quickly connected: That's it, just a glass of beer, do you still use it?

Chi Wang stretched out his long legs, and scolded with a sloppy smile: He's not good at drinking, so I asked him to come. If he really drinks too much, I'll be responsible.

You're in charge, anyway, sooner or later. Gu Anjiu got a lot of courage after drinking it. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said it very ambiguous.

Su Lian coughed lightly, raised his eyes to look at everyone who was booing, and said unconvinced, Come again.

Scissors. Stone. Scissors. cloth. cloth.

It's evil, no matter how it changes, Su Lian is sure to lose, and there is a small row of beer in front of him.

Chi Wang lit a cigarette sideways, and burned it with his fingertips: Mr. Xiao Su, luck is really bad, you want to kill me.

I don't want you to help. Su Lian raised his hand and took a cup, and drank it down boldly, the bitter taste running down his throat all the way to his heart.

It seems that with just one more cup, the brain begins to feel dizzy, the vision begins to become blurred, and the person in front of him becomes a double image.

Be obedient, stop drinking. Chi Wang was afraid that he would move again, so he lowered his head and put out the cigarette.

With his left hand, he clasped Su Lian's two hands on the table and pressed them lightly. With his right hand, he went cup by cup, and the row of cups was instantly emptied.

Su Lian was really obedient and didn't move, just let him hold it like this, feeling that the sound just now was still entangled on the tip of his ear, very familiar.

It seems that his brother Chi is calling him, be obedient, he will listen.

Seeing that the person next to him was motionless, Chi Wan was delighted: Suddenly so good.

Su Lian nodded lightly and grabbed his hot fingertips with his backhand.

Gu Anjiu gave a eh and said in surprise, Brother Lian is really drunk? How many bottles did he quietly drink?

Chi Huang stretched out his hand and hooked the person to his arms, put it on his shoulders, and patted him comfortably: I said he's not good at drinking, and you guys are still drinking it.

No, didn't you drink all the wine? Gu Anjiu felt so wronged, and raised his fat face to scream.

Lin Yan glanced at the time, and reminded: Then withdraw? Su Lian's family lives far away, so it will take a while to send it back.

The word withdrawal was interrupted before he could say it.

Handsome guys, do you want to order a song? Ten yuan a piece. A man with a guitar hanging beside him leaned over and asked, Let's order a song, it's not expensive.

Su Lian raised his eyes from his embrace, reached for his microphone, and whispered, I want to sing.

Chi Li: ...

You are crazy fresh and refined and very distinctive.

Just kidding, we don't order it. Gu Anjiu greeted someone with an awkward smile, and took him to the next table, I'm sorry, my friend has drunk too much, so ignore him.

Su Lian raised his head and stared at the curvature of Chi Li's chin, as if convinced that this person would agree to his unreasonable request, and slowly repeated: I want to sing.

It's obviously still the usual voice, but because of the drunkenness, it has a special willfulness, which makes people soft-hearted.

Gu Anjiu remained silent, and then carefully suggested: Brother Lian, have you made up your mind? There are a lot of people.

Su Lian repeated it for the third time, running out of patience: I want to sing.

Sing, sing, sing. Chi Wang was so upset that he couldn't help, he raised his eyes and stared at the eldest brother who was doing the art, and negotiated, Give you fifty, can I borrow my friend's microphone to sing two songs?

The man went around the microphone line and asked with great interest, Okay, what does this handsome guy want to sing?

As if he had already thought about the answer, Su Lian replied fluently: If it were you.

After searching for a long time, the man raised his eyes from the phone and asked in confusion, Is there this song? I didn't find it.

Su Lian slowly got up from Chi Wang's embrace and took the microphone: Then sing a cappella.

It was close to midnight, when the food stalls were the busiest, and there were people sitting inside and out. Gu Anjiu looked around and secretly wiped his face.

When his brother Lian wakes up tomorrow, will he want to kill the drunk himself?

Before the performance of the inner fighting theater was over, Su Lian was already holding the microphone and began to sing softly.

The young man's voice was clear and gentle, probably because he was drunk, the ending was long, as if telling a long-term story, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

Fuck, Brother Lian has something. Gu Anjiu couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and started videotaping.

We lost, the handsome guy won't make a fool of himself even when he's drunk. Huáng Mao sighed, This voice is a bull.

Hearing the singing, the people next to him have already looked over, watching the young man in a white shirt with his long legs slightly bent, singing like no one else is around.

High-spirited, as if hiding a little boyish melancholy, the first product feels meaningful.

You look at me, smile and say nothing.

When the man cháo is restless again, hug me.

Su Lianban leaned back in the chair, staring straight at Chi Li, reluctant to move the face he had seen thousands of times, a little dazed.

He thought of many scenes, the fireworks on New Year's Day, the conversation on the rooftop, looking at the side of the moon, and wearing a suit.

It was his lover, Su Lian suddenly missed his hug, it must be very warm.

After listening for a while, Chi Juan reached out and waved at the man, signaling to come over.

Afraid of disturbing the singer, his voice was very low: Please lend me the guitar, and I will accompany him.