Chapter Seventy

  That stunning young man sang a song and then went down - only one song for the whole night, except for Miss Lu Yiping's "Deep Love in Rainy Night", Jianran had never seen a more awesome nightclub singer... After the young man left the stage, that DJ who was killing childhood again came up, accompanied by the wonderful singing voice of "I picked up a cigarette on the road yo", Jianran alone poured the wine from left to right into his belly cup by cup.

  When he swallowed the third cup from the bottom, Jian Yan proudly discovered that he alone had completed the minimum consumption of a VIP seat that could accommodate eight people.

  When he swallowed the second to last cup, Jian Ran suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to urinate. He wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but at this moment, he found that no matter how hard he tried to "stand up" with his willpower, his body was still as limp as a dead pig on the sofa - oh no, I'm not going to pee my pants, am I? Jian Ran thought dazedly... This is going to be another headline.

  As he thought, his gaze unconsciously fell on the last cup of red wine left on the table. The young man with black hair pondered for thirty seconds whether to drink it or not - after all, his ** was about to burst, and he wasn't sure if this one cup would be the straw that broke the camel's back. But if he didn't finish that row of drinks, he would feel like tonight's efforts were all in vain...

  Of course, drunk people are beyond reason.

  Is it a waste of tonight's "hard work" or will I pee in my pants and be the headline tomorrow?

  After some deliberation, he finally reached for the last cup of wine at an extremely slow pace, without anyone stopping him from his foolish adventure. As he picked up the cup, he realized that his initial judgment that the wine was a reddish-brown color was incorrect - the liquid was actually colorless and transparent. The reason it appeared to be a reddish-brown color was because there was a salt-pickled cherry blossom in the cup, which had been soaked open and was blooming beautifully in the liquid. It looked very delicate and refreshing, like something that would be served to women or homosexuals.

  At least I took half of it.

  Accidentally amused by himself, Jian Ran slightly narrowed his eyes and chuckled. At this moment, the men and women sitting in the VIP card seat next to Jian Ran, who were playing with colorful cards, accidentally heard a gloomy laugh coming from the black card seat behind them. They paused, exchanged a glance, and one of them was about to stand up to see which idiot was next door... But at this moment, a tall figure suddenly walked by their side, attracting their attention.

  The young woman sitting on the outside had her gaze almost subconsciously drawn to the person walking by, and as her eyes gradually moved up and finally stopped at the person's head, she covered her mouth and let out a small low cry: "Ah, isn't this the one who sang 'Opera Two' just now..."

  Along with her exclamation, the tall and slender boy had already arrived in front of the card seat next to them. The shadow emanating from the card seat obscured half of his face, so people could only see his profile - an extremely handsome side view, thin lips that were tightly pursed into a line when expressionless, long eyelashes that would make even most made-up women jealous, and a high-bridged nose that was absolutely natural. If his hair were a bit longer, it might be hard to tell whether he was a boy or girl... The boy stood there, slightly turning his head, and the white gold earring on his ear reflected dazzling snow-white light under the nightclub's camera lights.

  The young man paused slightly, as if he felt someone was watching him. He turned his head around, and under the dim light, a faint glance successfully made the people in the next private room feel an awkward atmosphere - those men and women were stunned on the spot for a long time, until they reacted when the young man had already stepped into the dark card seat next door.

  "What's this? So he knows the guy next door who makes those weird laughter sounds?"

  "Wow, his eyes look so fierce."

  "Yes, I'm so scared of him now..."

  A group of young men and women chattered on, but ultimately had to reluctantly withdraw their gaze and continue playing with their own mahjong tiles.

  At this time.

  The young man had already walked into the karaoke room, which had fallen silent after a burst of silly laughter. His light-colored eyes rotated in their sockets, his gaze seemingly aimless as it swept over the row of empty wine glasses on the table before finally shifting away and fixing onto the black-haired young man leaning against the sofa with narrowed eyes... He paused for a moment, just about to take a step forward, when the black-haired young man suddenly slid down further into the sofa, spilling some of the remaining liquor from his cup.

  The young man with black hair was stuck in a chair, his face pressed against the sofa and his buttocks raised high. The boy took a step forward and squatted down in front of the sofa - this way, even in the dim light of the nightclub, his face was very close to that of the young man with black hair, so close that he could smell the sweet fruity scent of alcohol from the other's breath due to intoxication.

  From start to finish, the young man's handsome face was expressionless. He stared at the black-haired youth for a while, then suddenly stretched out one finger and poked the unconscious face with some force, saying in a low, calm tone: "Found you."

  The young man stared at the cheek that had lost its blood color and turned pale under his own finger force, and was not surprised that his words did not get a response. He took away the wine glass that was already half spilled from the black-haired young man's hand and placed it on the tea table behind them. A slight "hiccups" sound seemed to have startled the black-haired young man who was lying on the sofa, and his high-pitched buttocks suddenly fell down. He slightly opened his eyes, and although his brain reacted slowly, he still found that someone had entered the room.

  And is also a very good-looking male stranger creature.

  This face looks familiar, but now even if he looked in the mirror, he probably wouldn't recognize himself. Of course, he couldn't remember where he had seen this face before. So, he wiped his face and, relying on his last bit of willpower, struggled to sit up straight, lowered his head, and calmly said: "What's wrong, isn't the minimum consumption enough? Didn't I tell the waiter that we didn't need any special service?"

  "...The young man stood up, slightly bent down, with one hand propped against the man's head, letting his cast shadow completely envelop him, "What do you think I am?"

  He slowly raised his head, his dark pupils calmly meeting the other's amber-colored eyes: "Isn't it?"

  So good-looking and even took the initiative to come over and chat with him, can't be a nightclub young master...

  "Oh, I see," the young man with black hair showed a sudden realization expression, then unexpectedly stretched out his hand and pressed down on the shoulder of the boy who was slightly taller than him when standing. He said in a very mysterious tone, "Did you recognize who I am? I'm on a secret mission tonight, didn't expect to be discovered... Alright, I can give you an autograph, but no photos."

  Boy: “......”

  "Reluctant? Alright, I'll give you ten autographs then. Anyway, we can't take a photo together. If someone finds out that I came here alone to get drunk tonight, I'll be all over the headlines again tomorrow - You're my rice bowl, shouldn't you want to avoid seeing me in another bloody mess? Ten autographs, handwritten, have the waiter bring a pen, where do you want me to sign?"

  Young man: "You're drunk."

  "I want to pee."

  Boy: “......”

  "Why are they treating me like this?"

  Boy: “......”

  "I didn't do anything that would harm the heavens or violate reason, get it straight. The one who almost got killed was me! And yet I, the victim, ended up being the target of everyone's criticism and ridicule... Hmph, just you wait and see, tomorrow morning when the sun rises, all the major newspapers will publish the news, and the whole world will know about me, Yuan..."

  He slightly widened his eyes, and the pupils rolled around in their sockets before slowly dropping to stare at the hand covering his mouth... The scent coming from the youth's body was that of hotel bathroom soap, without any hint of cologne. This clean and crisp smell somehow made his heart beat faster by two beats. At this moment, he felt the youth's body lean in closer, and those beautiful, glass-like amber eyes expanded infinitely within his own...

  "Do you want the whole world to know you came to a place like this?"

  The young man's words fell, and he was satisfied to see the black-haired young man shake his head.

  He threw out a sentence "Then shut up", he let go of his hand and sat down beside him - the young black-haired man who had just regained his freedom immediately opened his mouth and took two deep breaths like a dog, seeing this, the red-haired boy seemed to be slightly sarcastic and hooked up his lips: "I didn't cover your nose."

  He nodded slightly, closed his mouth and continued to breathe through his nose. After a moment of thought, he turned to the person beside him and said: "Has anyone ever told you that your Chinese is terrible?"

  "No."

  "Is it? But I had a hard time hearing."

  "That's you being stupid."

  "Are you or are you not my rice bowl? The signature is gone." The young man with black hair said with a serious face, "Kneel down and apologize."

  But that serious expression didn't last for three seconds, and he burst out laughing again, stretching out his hand to pat the shoulder of the red-haired youth beside him who looked very silent. "Just kidding, I'm not such an inhumane person," he said with a grin. "In a minute, I'll have the waiter bring over a pen and sign it on your face so you can use that as an excuse to not wash your face for three months... However, I only allow you to show off on Weibo, anything more than that is not allowed, although I can understand why you'd want to show off..."

  Young man: "You're drunk."

  Suddenly, the lively and sunny young man with black hair beside him had become completely dejected. He sat on the sofa, his eyes numb and empty as he stared at the spilled wine on the coffee table in front of him. After a while, he turned around and asked in a particularly sorrowful tone: "Am I useless?"

  The boy moved his lips, but didn't respond, because at this moment, the person sitting next to him had again started talking to himself.

  "Bullied by others, slandered by others, I'm clearly in the right but still can only keep silent, pretending to be fine and telling the world 'I'm good' while secretly coming to this noisy place to get drunk... And what's even more sad is that you have no idea how loud and terrible the DJ is in this nightclub, the wine I drank almost made me vomit. Finally, a great god who can sing 'Carmen' amazingly appeared, but before I could see his face clearly, he was gone. Damn it, does he think he's Lucy Liu or something?!"

  The young man slightly tilted his head, quietly listening to the black-haired youth speak. His beautiful amber-colored eyes were fixed on the black-haired youth's mouth as he spoke, and no one knew what he was thinking. After hearing everything, his patience seemed to have finally been exhausted, and he stretched out his hand to cover the black-haired youth's chin, forcing him to shut up. As he leaned in a bit closer, his eyes appeared brighter than before, but still economical with words, asking: "Do you like listening to me sing?"

  He slapped away the hand that was pinching his chin so hard it hurt: "Who are you?!!"

  The boy stared at him for a while before saying faintly: "Xide."

  Three seconds of silence.

  When the young man was waiting for the usual reaction people should have when they heard his name, he saw a black-haired young man with an unhappy face say: "Who? Don't know!"

  Xide: “......”

  Suddenly finding himself boring for trying to have a normal conversation with a drunkard, Xi De stood up, thought for a moment and pulled out a thick stack of RMB from his pocket, not knowing how much it was. He threw the money on the table and then used his slender but powerful arm to pull up the black-haired young man who was lying on the sofa, shouting "I want to pee". As the heavy weight pressed against him, he took the young man a few steps outside and asked, "What is 'urine'?"

  "Ah," Mr. Yuan, who was at the eighth level of Chinese proficiency, turned his head and saw the dazzling red hair in front of him swaying back and forth, feeling provoked, he puffed out his cheeks and blew on the red hair, clearly sensing that the other person's feet had paused, he chuckled and said, "That's what I meant by 'hiss'."

  Then.

  Between being overly cautious and doing it himself, he lost his last chance to go to the bathroom.

  He held back the urge to urinate and fell asleep on the shoulder of this unfamiliar young man. When he woke up, he was shocked to find himself suddenly transported from the nightclub to an underground parking garage - in the middle of the night, the parking garage was cool and deserted, with no one around, the security guard snoring loudly in the duty room. For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind: "serial murder case", "big star becomes latest victim", "body parts scattered everywhere, unclear if there were signs of assault", "a life of despair and desperation".

  Xide: "Where is the car?"

  "Ah? Don't kill me!"

  Xide: *silence*

  He suppressed the urge to throw the guy who was pressing on his shoulders directly to the ground, and repeated his question again with a expressionless face - this time the other party finally heard clearly, then slightly changed to a more calm and clear tone to give him directions, and cooperated very well on the way by handing over his car key, so the final result was -

  Xide stood in front of a yellow Ferrari, looking at the Volkswagen car key in his hand and remained silent for thirty seconds.

  The black-haired young man who was pressing on his shoulder giggled and twisted around: "Just kidding, retreat ten cars, the broken old Volkswagen just now is hehehe."

  Xide: “......”

  Before arriving in this country, Xi De had imagined countless scenarios of him meeting someone on a plane, either beating him up or really following his previous "last words" to press him against a yellow Ferrari and doing it. All these scenarios may have occurred, but none of them included him sitting in a dilapidated Volkswagen car that was over ten years old and cost less than 100,000 yuan, with a drunk person next to him struggling to remind him: fasten your seatbelt.

  Only God knows, now he just wants to strangle this drunk but very obedient to traffic rules and cherishes his life person with a seatbelt.

  "This broken-down car can't even reach a speed worth fastening your seatbelt."

  "Doesn't matter, fasten your seatbelt."

  In his own country, the young man who was used to doing whatever he wanted was holding back his temper, and like a model student, he carefully fastened his seatbelt next to the person who was sitting in the passenger seat. He started up the old car that looked like its tires might fly off at any moment, turned around and looked at the young black-haired man slumped in the passenger seat: "Address."

  He moved his lips slightly, but before he could speak, someone next to him added a sentence: "If you dare to fool me again, I'll strip you naked and throw you into the gay toilet."

  He muttered a sentence "So poisonous, still a virgin", sat up straight, and directly ignored the strange gaze of the young man in the driver's seat. He thought for a moment, reported an address, and emphasized again: "It's a real address, the first time ** requires that no matter how low the bottom line is, it must be a five-star hotel with a swimming pool, don't want to be in a gay bar toilet."

  The young man started the car, skillfully backed it out of the parking space and raised an eyebrow to ask: "Want to do it in the swimming pool?"

  The words fell, and the people around him didn't respond. Xi De seemed to turn his head back in a somewhat strange manner, only to find that the person in the passenger seat was fast asleep - and had even properly buckled their seatbelt...

  Xide: “......”

  About twenty minutes later, relying on navigation and road signs, the young man slowly drove the car to the address reported by the black-haired young man - only to feel that something was not quite right as he got closer to the address. Finally, the car turned a corner and entered a high-end apartment complex that was also very familiar to him... It's said that most IM company employees or artists who come to G city basically live here... Sid stopped the car at the entrance of the community and shook the person beside him awake, asking: "Which building?"

  He slowly opened his eyes in a daze and then reported the building number.

  As Xi De stopped the car by the building number, he opened the window and looked out, then turned his head to glance at the young man with black hair sitting in the passenger seat, who was rubbing his temples with a painful expression. He calmly turned off the engine: "Don't tell me you live on the 27th floor."

  The person who was originally lowering their head and rubbing their eyebrows suddenly stopped the movement of their hands, turned their head and seemed to look at him in surprise: "How did you know?"

  The young man didn't answer. He just fell silent for three seconds, then turned off the engine, unfastened his seatbelt, pulled out the car key and opened the door, saying "I'll take you up."

  He nodded twice, and for a moment thought that revealing where he lived might not be a good idea. But then he thought again that this was just his temporary apartment and it wasn't like it was his home or anything, and besides the security guards in the complex usually didn't let ordinary people in anyway. He slightly put his mind at ease, and with the support of this handsome young man, he stumbled into the elevator. In the elevator, there was no further conversation. Jian Yan looked at the young man standing by the elevator door, calmly looking up at the screen displaying the floor numbers, and had only one feeling: these days, it's rare to find a young person who is both kind-hearted and handsome.

  The elevator "ding" arrived at its destination.

  He stifled a yawn, fished out his house key and clutched it in his palm, and as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw the light shining from under the gap of his front door. He halted for three seconds in the corridor, then suddenly turned around and pinned the young man who was following him against the wall. The young man, caught off guard, didn't seem to have reacted yet, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face, which had been scowling since they got into the elevator. As they leaned against each other on the corridor wall, he slightly raised his chin, allowing the young man with black hair to spray hot breath all over his pointed chin...

  Two people breathe in each other's exhaled breaths.

  At this moment, the slightly shorter boy who had not yet undergone his second growth spurt raised his face a bit more, leaned in close to the young man with black hair, and intentionally or unintentionally touched his own icy lips to the other's chin, asking in a very cold tone: "What?"

  Such an ambiguous atmosphere.

  As if they would clash swords at any moment.

  But unexpectedly, the young man with black hair tensed up and slightly tightened his grip on the boy's waist: "My house has been robbed! Do you have a mobile phone? Help me call the police, 'Nai Wanwan' knows, hurry up!"

  "This is the emergency number of the United States," said Heide emotionlessly, "yours is 110."

  "Whatever! Call the police! There's a thief in my house! He even turned on the lights! Damn it! Too outrageous! I'm going to sue him!"

  The young man couldn't bear it anymore, and he stretched out his hand to grab the chin of the black-haired youth, forcing him to shut up. At the same time, he reached out with his long arm and pressed the doorbell beside him. As the black-haired youth stared at him in a flustered gaze, saying "You're crazy!", he pushed away the person who was pressing down on him. Meanwhile, footsteps sounded from behind the door, and it was opened by someone from inside. A tall figure emerged from behind the door.

  The man was apparently disturbed by the doorbell while he was in the state of dealing with files, and at this moment, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses were still on his nose.

  Gang Chuan stood at his own doorstep, expressionless as he stared at the person who had sent him a text message about three hours ago, claiming to have already gone to bed, and was now entwined with a very pretty, apparently underage red-haired boy at his own doorstep. Their eyes met for an instant, and the two males from the same country realized that each other knew who they were through their expressions.

  Then comes the high-end German dialogue time.

  Standing behind the door, the tall man narrowed his bright blue eyes and asked in a somewhat unfriendly tone: "Has our country become so poor that it can't even support one singer, forcing him to go abroad to make extra money?"

  The red-haired youth showed a calmness that was completely inconsistent with his age, and even revealed an arrogant expression, unwilling to show weakness, and sneered: "Obviously not poor, I just saw in the newspaper last week that a certain black mafia family issued a huge reward to find their runaway young master around the world... I was thinking about where to go in such a big world, didn't expect him to appear right in front of me."

  Jiang Chuan chuckled and slightly tilted his head: "This money isn't as easy to get as you think, don't be too optimistic."

  The conversation between the two ended here, because at this time the black-haired young man leaning against the wall had already come up - until he was about to reach the front of Jiangchuan Gate, he suddenly slammed on the brakes and stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes: "How did you get into my house? Where did you get the key?"

  The strong smell of alcohol hit Jiang Chuan, making him realize in less than a second that the "good boy" who had just sent a text message claiming to be asleep was actually out getting drunk alone. He stretched out one finger, gently lifting the chin of the person in front of him, and pointed to the door number behind him, saying in a low voice: "Take a good look, this is my home."

  He cautiously looked around and found that Jiang Chuan was telling a big truth.

  He then withdrew his head and stared at the man in front of him for a while before saying expressionlessly, "Sorry, I had a bit too much to drink earlier, got the wrong address."

  He shifted all the blame to alcohol, and now the wine had almost completely awakened the black-haired young man, who was about to turn around with a wooden face and pretend that nothing had happened. However, at this moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder - when the familiar scent of his ex-master wafted into his nostrils from the hand on his shoulder, he suddenly felt his scalp explode, and every pore on his body screamed: Fuck!

  At the same time, he heard Jiang Chuan behind him say in a light and quick voice to the red-haired youth who had sent him back: "Thank you for sending him back, it's easy to encounter people with ulterior motives when drinking alone at night, I'm happy to accept this kindness."

  The sound of Jiang's river falls.

  Even with a brain numbed by alcohol, Jianran felt as if the air had momentarily solidified.

  Until he saw that handsome red-haired youth curve up the corners of his lips and reveal a perfect smile: "You're welcome."

  He moved his lips slightly.

  I was just about to say some words of gratitude as a closing remark.

  But it was too late by then - as the red-haired youth uttered the words "don't mention it", he had already been pulled back into the house by the man behind him, the door slamming shut with a loud bang... Looking at everything in front of him that seemed just like when he left, all things unchanged, returning to this place as a human being, yet he couldn't help but feel not moved at all.

  The main reason is probably because Jiang Chuan behind him did not speak at this time.

  It's so nerve-wracking.

  "...... I want to pee, where is the toilet?"

  Three seconds of silence.

  Jiang Chuan: "What's with the pee, hold it in."

  Jian Ran: "......"