The night view of the bar is so strange that it makes people look at it, and the feeling of falling down thinly, shallowly in the wine glass containing the colorful liquid, slowly sinks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Brilliant lights reflect the goblet full of Lafite, and the ambiguous tones of the staggered chips erode the hearts of the anesthetized people.

The wine was not as terrible as Sister Ya said, Qiu Yan picked up the unknown wine bottle and poured it into her mouth heroically, she couldn't even feel the spicy, and her neck was like a path that had just been sprinkled with warm water, which was very moist and comfortable. Qiu Yan has never drunk before, the wine on the bar is changing one by one, the slender hand holding the wine glass keeps swaying in the air, the sexy bar girl shakes her delicate body, from time to time causing a commotion among the audience, wild music mixed with bursts of cheers, burying the colorful neon corners of Sex and the City in the early hours of the morning.

"Qiu Yan, don't drink it, it's already a lot.." Yan Xin sat beside Qiu Yan, and there was a lingering melancholy between his eyebrows.

"This young lady, you can't say that, the wine is a thousand glasses of confidant, I can go when I am drunk and sleepy, this wine is such a good thing." Yan Xin is no stranger to the soft male voice, it is Tong Ya, the owner of this bar. A pair of dazzling black eyes that seem to be able to look through the past and present lives, laughing like a crescent moon, like a cold star when solemn, a straight nose bridge, lips are scarlet, if a feather falls when smiling, when it is silent, it is as cold as ice, the contour of the side face is like a knife, the water chestnut is distinct but not soft, it really makes a woman fall in love at first sight.

"It's okay, it's okay." Qiu Yan laughed and lowered his eyes and took another sip in his mouth twice, the aftertaste was a little spicy, his nose was a little rushed, his stomach was also a little burning, and the back of his tongue was a little painful. The head is a little dizzy, but not very dizzy and can still stand, there is a surge of alcohol when he hiccups during the conversation, and there are a few more vague figures around him when he looks at Yan Xin, and he barely pretends to be sober and chats with Tong Yakan. After a few more cups, Qiu Yan looked at Yan Xin with hazy eyes as if he was looking for something, and covered his mouth with his hand embarrassedly.

"Hikokaze! Quick, help him to the toilet! Yan Xin seemed to know something and hurriedly pushed Zhang Yanfeng, who was talking to the same woman on the side, although the force was not large, so as not to push the person to the ground, but still let him slide forward two steps.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yanfeng helped Qiu Yan, who had grown into two heads, and ran to the toilet step by step.

"Bastard boy, don't say it's the wine I let you drink when you go back, if you let the aunt at home know, you have to peel my skin." Zhang Yanfei also smiled, touching his beard and stubble and pulling his chin. He also couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been exposed to this bustling and depraved city life.

"Brother. Brother, this wine is such a good thing, I feel like I'm flying. Qiu Yan stammered, waved his hand to break free of support, his breathing was as rapid as a bellows, and he ran through the narrow corridor. Relaxation after drunkenness may be a feeling that everyone would love to experience. Under the blue dome is a wall mixed with shell sand, and the floor of the hall is made of blue and white mosaic brocade tiles. In front of the urinal in the bathroom, the two brothers did not forget to laugh and play.

'Squeak' suddenly made a slight friction sound between the lattices behind him, although they were drunk, but after all, the two of them had been training for many years, and they were keenly aware of the sound behind them, and they were about to turn around but were covered by a white towel covering their mouths and noses, and the two of them said that something was wrong, and they wanted to struggle, but their eyes gradually softened under the pressure of the sleeping pills on the towel, and they fell asleep.

When the picture returned to darkness, under the influence of alcohol, Qiu Yan started the strange dream again. Mocking and disdainful faces appeared in front of his eyes, and at the same time, the rude names of people echoed in his ears, and his peers said to him the unscrupulous "wild child", "wild child", "wild child..." Rows of high-rise buildings dotted with neon city streets, as well as the endless flow of pedestrians and vehicles, as well as an unknown teenager mediocrity, countless buried scene fragments, mixed with all kinds of unwilling and reluctant emotions.

In a daze, Qiu Yan was woken up by a burst of human voices.

"My head hurts." The dry voice was a little hoarse, Qiu Yan slowly sat up straight and rubbed his temples, and there happened to be a familiar soft moan beside him. "How does it feel like you've been beaten up?"

The doors and windows in the room were closed, and thick curtains were drawn, except for the places illuminated by the door, most of the things in the living room were hidden in the dark, Qiu Yan slowly stood up and twisted his sore waist, sniffed, but his movements suddenly stopped at this moment, because he smelled the most familiar smell, the smell of blood!

Qiu Yan's hand trembled, and he grabbed Zhang Yanfeng on the ground in a panic. "Something's wrong!" Immediately pushed open the closed doors and windows, and everything in front of me was still only a vague outline. He fumbled frantically on the wall, and finally felt the switch of the room, and in an instant, the room was bright, and Qiu Yan didn't care about being stung by the sudden bright light, and searched eagerly for something.

Zhang Yanfeng was shouted by Qiu Yan and instantly sobered up! After walking around, I realized that this was not the guest room I was living in, and the smell of blood in the air was so heavy that it seemed to have a feeling of oppressive disgusting. He walked briskly to the bedroom on the left, pushed open the closed door and searched. The bedroom was as messy as the living room, and he lifted the quilt on the bed that was rolled up haphazardly, and there was no one! He knelt on the ground again and looked under the bed, but there was still no one!

He cursed secretly, and as soon as he came out of the bedroom, he heard Qiu Yan call his name.

Zhang Yanfeng followed the sound and saw Qiu Yan standing at the door of the bathroom, looking inside in a daze. Zhang Yanfeng had a bad premonition in his heart, and he walked over quickly, feeling that his legs were trembling.

Standing side by side with Qiu Yan at the door of the bathroom, Zhang Yanfeng finally knew why Qiu Yan was stunned.

A woman curled up in the bathtub, her head north and south, her right hand held in front of her chest, her head on the side of the bathtub, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slightly open, and a long scratch on her neck, the scratch has turned black, and the blood in the bathtub is also coagulating, the scene is terrifying.

Zhang Yanfeng's brain was blank, and he instinctively wanted to step forward to check, but was grabbed by Qiu Yan's arm.

Qiu Yan dragged Zhang Yanfeng to the living room and sat down, and began to think about the cause and effect with palpitations.

"What the is going on! How can that little girl's skin die so well! Zhang Yanfeng scolded, a little impatient, because the woman was Xiao Nuan, who had a dispute with the two brothers last night and had a one-sided relationship.