"It's in the Yuanshun Hall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "No, the man who was making tea didn't raise his head and said.

His voice is refreshing and magnetic, pleasant and deep, showing a bit of elegance. He's supposed to be the boss here, right? I thought that the person who ran this "teahouse", no, the person in the chess and card room should be a middle-aged man, and he should be an elegant and loving person who loves the land and culture.

I thought to myself, this boss is very good, he seems to only focus on his tea from beginning to end, and never raised his head once, but how will he know who I am looking for? Didn't he know about me, or did the people inside expect me to come to them and confess?

Passing through a hollow carved wooden arch, inside is a larger hall, with three or four chess and card tables, all of which are pure solid wood mahjong tables, and the colors of the tables and chairs are strictly consistent with the decoration style.

The first owner of the car parked at the door of the store, with a cigarette hanging obliquely in his mouth, was touching the cards, as if he didn't notice someone coming in, and he didn't raise his head, looking intently at the cards in his hand, and gossiping with the people around him. I felt a little nervous for a moment.

The waiter ushered me in and turned around and went out. I took a deep breath, suppressed an impulsive and uncoordinated breath in my body, adjusted my breathing and mood, and then walked over to the man, looked at him, his eyes were firm, and without dodging, I stood behind him.

"Stop!" He shouted, threw out one of the cards in his hand, and then deducted all the cards, as if he didn't even feel the person behind me. Instead, the others looked at me from time to time with a few disdainful and playful looks, and continued their "labor".

"This big brother, you see that it was indeed my fault that I was disrespectful to you just now, I apologize to you, you have a lot, please move the car, okay?!" I tried to keep my voice as low and mournful as I could, almost with a little humility, and said with difficulty.

I don't want him to turn a deaf ear, like I'm just talking to the air.

"Heh, little sister, what are you talking about, the voice is too small, Boss Qian can't hear it!" He said to a twenty-seven, eighteen-year-old little flat-headed.

"Huh!" The money boss laughed happily in the showdown.

"Boss Qian, I'm sorry, I was wrong just now, and I hope you don't care about me a lot! Please move the car with your brothers. I said loudly, trying to suppress my embarrassment and anger.

"Heh, are you lucky today?!" Someone touted next to him.

The mahjong table barely made any sound, and the mahjong tiles were stacked and sent to the table.

They were having a good time, and I was on pins and needles.

"Hey, little sister, light a cigarette." A man in a checkered shirt next to him spoke, he looked intently at the cards in his hand, picked up a cigarette and handed it to me, and then put it on his lips and continued to touch his cards, but he didn't look at me directly.

I looked at it a little unkindly, but I didn't move, I felt that there was a fire in my heart that was burning more and more, burning more and more, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't suppress it.

"Yo ......" He suddenly turned sideways, met my gaze, frowned, pursed his lips, and reached out to take the cigarette off his mouth, "I said sister, your attitude is wrong." ”

"Hey, hey, hey, it's time for you to draw the cards!" The person next to him reminded him.

He touched one and typed it out, "I said that this apology must have the sincerity and attitude of apology, and you are so unhappy to let you help light a cigarette, how can we help you make peace with Boss Qian?" ”

As he spoke, he threw a lighter at me, and instinctively caught it, feeling the weight of his arm as if he were overturning, but he lifted the lighter.

The lighter was turned on and handed over, but I could clearly feel the tremor of my arm, and I tried to control it but couldn't control it.

"You can't light a cigarette like this, so you lit me!" The checkered shirt flashed, a dissatisfied reprimand, but suddenly grabbed my hand and brought the lighter closer to the end of his cigarette.

I was so startled that I threw out my lighter and pulled out my hand. But his hand was held tightly by him, and he couldn't pull it away for a while.

"I said Mammoth, you rub oil, you don't rub it like this, do you? Hey, I said sister, I'm done beating my big brother's back, ouch, this shoulder hurts. A bearded man on the other side writhed his body in "pain" and reached out to rub his shoulder.

My hand hurt from the checkered shirt, and he lit a cigarette and threw my hand out so hard that the lighter flew in the opposite direction. Blocked by the beard and landed on the table.

"I mean, what the hell are you doing here?" The money boss looked at the lighter dissatisfied, and finally spoke coldly.

"I, I'm here to apologize to you." My chest heaved violently, and the shock, humiliation, and anger burned all over my body.

"Oh? What did you say? He put his hand open to his ear.

"I said, I'm here to apologize to you. Please get out of the way! "I'm about to roar.

"Oh, you're trying to get us moving?"

I glared and was silent.

"Are you here to apologize or to provoke? To apologize, you must first learn to apologize. He looked at me, looked at my angry face and smiled, "This tone and expression are not right, I haven't been out of school for a long time, I don't understand the laws of society, what a child." He turned out to be "kind" and "calm" with a face, "Adjust your attitude, and then think about what to say when you apologize!" After saying that, he picked up a cup of tea, took a sip of it, stopped playing cards, and looked at me fixedly, as if waiting for a change in my attitude.

My face became more and more unkind, and I felt my blood flowing rapidly in my body, and an aura that seemed to belong to me and had been suppressed by myself was constantly clashing in my body, as if I wanted to break through the suppression and go violent.

I want to be angry, I want to point at these people who are shiny on the surface, but have an extremely rancid and filthy stench in their bones.

"Little boss, if you don't want to apologize, forget it, don't embarrass yourself anymore, we can't bear to be a little girl, hurry up and do your business, don't affect our interest, we have to play again, continue, keep walking." There is no joking tone, no sarcastic expression, the tone of Boss Qian is quite "soft", and there are even a few gentle "thoughtfulness".

The more hypocritical he is, the more he reveals his ugly and terrible inside.

Seeing his unpretentious hypocrisy, my suppressed impulses became even more impetuous and childish, and my heart was engaged in a terrible struggle, as if it were about to split my personality.

I gritted my teeth, tried my best to calm my ups and downs, and controlled my tone: "Boss Qian, I'm sorry, my attitude and tone just now are indeed a little inappropriate, but you ...... But please, no, please raise your noble hands and get out of the car. "I actually wanted to jump and scold, but I had to suppress my emotions and adjust my mentality, so that my voice had begun to tremble because I was too disobedient, a trembling of anger.