Soon after the Christmas party, it ushered in a three-day holiday on New Year's Day, Feng Jing was warmly invited by Luoyang to go to the "carnival" to watch her perform, Feng Jing asked if he could bring a friend over to get an answer, and notified Han Cheng, Tang Xiaowan and Liu Wei and called home to say that he would not go home on this New Year's Day, and Peng Dexin reluctantly agreed after a while. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the most popular bar in the provincial capital, "Carnival" is naturally a place where minors are exempted, but even such a minor in Luoyang has taken the stage to sing, what is the little guy who came to Luoyang to support the field? Fortunately, Luoyang's program ends before ten o'clock, and the program before ten o'clock is suitable for all ages, and it is not suitable for children to watch after ten o'clock.

Luoyang is an underage student in the end, and the sense of greenness that spreads from his bones needs to be barely suppressed by heavy makeup. Because the stage of the carnival is relatively high, and the texture is a reflective glass material, which looks like a mirror, the fun of some "gentlemen" is to observe the color of the underwear of every woman on stage, so Luoyang only dresses up as a neutral dress or as a punk girl wearing jeans and bicycles to sing European and American rock.

This is naturally unpopular in bars that like "gentlemen" with big white breasts and big white legs, but Luoyang is not a white rose who needs to survive by singing in a bar from a difficult family background, and he has to go along with the strange requests of those people to exercise his courage in his own yard?

After a long time, everyone slowly accepted Luoyang's unique singing style and accepted this "part-time singer of college students" who can only come on weekends and holidays.

At this time, Luoyang was wearing a pair of black cargo pants, an army green T-shirt, a black vest, an intricate metal necklace around his neck, a simple leather ring on his wrist, a butterfly tattoo sticker on the back of his left hand, and exaggerated smoky makeup painted on his face. Probably the makeup artist deliberately blurred Luoyang's personal characteristics, so everyone only thought that this girl was delicate and beautiful, but they couldn't leave much of an impression.

By the time Luoyang finished singing the three songs, he changed his clothes and took off his makeup, and it was already past nine o'clock.

"Luoyang! This way! Feng Jing saw Luoyang, who was looking around, stand up and waved at her.

The second floor is full of people who are more forced, there is no bad habit of whistling and taking advantage of beautiful women when they see them, their forcing does not allow them to make too disqualified moves, but their eyes involuntarily patrol Luoyang, and after Luoyang sat down, he beckoned a waiter and pointed to Luoyang, "Send that young lady a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite." ”

"Okay, would you like to go over and say hello?"

"No, just let her know who sent it." This kind of beautiful little girl is full of vanity at first glance, and she can't resist the temptation of money, so she puts a long line to catch big fish, and teaches young girls to make them worship you, and from the bottom of her heart, you feel that you are unattainable, and you can only be taken and asked for in the future.

The bar is full of fake wine, not that it is industrial blending, but selling dog meat on the head of a sheep, the so-called 66,000 bottles of Lafite in 82, but the wine sent is likely to be the "Fila" that was bottled last month, and most people who really study red wine will not go to the bar to burn money.

Luoyang had just sat down and was chatting with Feng Jing when he suddenly received a call from the bar.

"Xiao Luoyang, that's good! There are still people who give wine when they all step down, what about the 82-year-old Lafite! Is it on? "It's a bartender at the front desk who has a good relationship with her.

"Forget it, my table is full of classmates with good relationships, forget about the wine, give me a bottle of grape juice!" Luoyang wrote lightly that when she sang during the winter vacation, someone occasionally gave her these expensive wines.

"Okay, then I'll discount this bottle of wine to your account according to the proportion!" The bartender laughed.

"Well, thank you, please have a glass of 'milky'." Luoyang joked that "Milky" is also known as "Killer", which is a very milky cocktail, but it has a lot of stamina.

"Milk" is a pickle girl for some men, very gentlemanly to give the female partner a cup of milk, girls hear such a safe name, drink only a little slight smell of wine, naturally will not be more vigilant, until finally drunk and taken away, half pushed and half on the spot with the person, regret it is useless, can only be vigilant in the future.

Therefore, "milky fragrance" has also become the best touchstone to identify whether a girl is a woman from a good family - drink naturally carefully and slowly, a cup can be drunk overnight, and the three or two sips that have not been drunk will be drunk, maybe you will not be able to get enough of another cup!

"Thank you so much, Xiao Luoyang!" The bartender said with a smile, he is a big man who is not interested in "milk", a glass of "milk" is eighty-eight, and after discounting, he can still have fifty yuan in the account, in addition to the normal salary, dividends and tips for guests and the occasional wine invited by the singer are also part of their bartender's income.

After a while, a bottle of grape juice that looked particularly tall in a crystal bottle was delivered, 70 percent grape juice, 10 percent ordinary red wine and 20 percent Sprite, which was Luoyang's favorite taste.

Because Luoyang and the other three are not very familiar with each other, Feng Jing has always been a link to adjust the atmosphere between the two sides, and everyone is not a person who likes to do it, the atmosphere is very harmonious, playing simple games, and having fun.

"Beauty, please have a glass of wine." A man over forty years old with a flushed face and a drunken face came over with two glasses of wine and put a glass of wine in front of Feng Jing.

"I'm sorry, she doesn't drink." Luoyang hugged Feng Jing's shoulders and refused coldly, in the bar, this kind of character who looks like cannon fodder pathfinder must refuse fiercely, not to mention that he is not drugged in his wine, if he drinks this person's wine, then the person who comes to toast later has no reason to refuse, after all, why don't you drink mine after you drink his wine? Don't give face? Can they hold a group of underage people for a few rounds of toasting?

In this way, there will be too many people who will be offended, so it is better to offend the first one directly and cut off the thoughts of the people who follow.

"Okay, she doesn't drink it, you can drink it for her." The toaster said scoundrelly, obviously he came to Luoyang from the beginning, and used Fengjing, who was the first time to come to the "carnival", as a springboard.

"I drink? I'm sorry, you don't have such a big face, Luo Tianyang invited me to drink, I dare not give face, how old are you? Luo Tianyang is the boss of "Carnival", and there are almost no people who come to "Carnival" who don't know, and this person is obviously no exception, but he obviously thought that Luoyang was talking big, and laughed disapprovingly, "Little girl, get acquainted and give a face to drink, otherwise do you think you can walk out of the bar safely today?" ”

"Really? Why didn't you let me out? Luo Yang sneered, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were slightly furrowed, and he squinted at the scoundrel, his eyes were sharp and beautiful.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm a good buddy with the 'carnival' manager, as long as I make a phone call, the bartender and thugs at the bar will never let you out!"

"Really?" Luoyang didn't laugh angrily, and saw that the waiter on the second floor brought two security guards wearing black vests up the stairs before he was relieved and arrogant, "Then I really don't give this face." As he spoke, he poured the glass of wine into the trash can next to the table.

"You!" The man with a damaged face raised his hand as if to move roughly, and the people at the next table couldn't see that they had just stood up to stop the man's atrocity, but they were grabbed by the security guards.

"Sir, please don't make trouble." (To be continued.) )