gentle night

At least one-third of the people's heads turned like marionettes, and they were curious to know who could make Young Master Yue so condescending. ——Of course it couldn't be Yang Huai who released that fat man.Many of the regular customers here recognize Yang Huaifang and know what kind of person this Fatty Yang is in the "New World".Since it wasn't Fatty Yang, it could only be the person next to Fatty Yang.But—look at that face, that outfit, it really takes extraordinary courage to be able to dress like this and sit in the "New World" night show.Seeing that the man is calm and relaxed, and looks quite familiar with Fatty Yang, he probably has some background.It's just that I don't know what kind of relationship this person has with Young Master Yue...

"Brother A Cheng," Yue Wenlong's face was obviously pale even under such dim light.Long hair hangs down from both sides like curtains, enveloping his artistic face in a very unique way.What is more full of literary and artistic atmosphere is his pair of affectionate eyes, like a rainy sky, with a hint of melancholy, two parts black and white.Coupled with those two brightly colored thin lips, when he is not speaking, Yue Wenlong is like a quiet and beautiful sculpture, very close to eternity and far away from the world.Such a young master Yue, who is far away from the hustle and bustle, has caused many men and women to go on and on, sinking into those sky-like eyes and rose-colored lips.At this time, many people off the field were our young master Yue's fans. They stayed in the "New World" when they had nothing to do, hoping to get in close contact with their idols.

It's a pity that Cheng Xian doesn't have many cells related to literature and art in his whole body. He glanced at the real prince of the "New World" sitting in front of him with a little wariness, then turned to face the stage, admiring the little idiot playing monkey-like To perform nunchuck.Heh - long time no see, this kid is also advancing with the times!There was a smile in his eyes, and he felt lighter for the first time in a long time.

But before he could recover, a hand pinched his knee.He only heard a voice ambiguously saying near him: "Brother Cheng, come back and continue working for my family!" He squeezed vigorously while speaking.

Yang Huai looked across the table at Yue Wenlong's hand on Cheng Xian's leg, his eyes seemed to be studying some alien creature.

Cheng Xian's upper body didn't move, he took off his hand with a sway of his thigh, and exhaled, "Yue Jianyi still needs me to do things for him now? Your father will not have to worry about food and drink now that he is building a house? The so-called bird is gone, I just have self-knowledge , I hid myself when the birds were gone, so as not to be chased and dodged around at that time, which is ugly and troublesome."

After a few words, Yang Huaifang began to wipe his face with a handkerchief, muttering, "Ah Cheng, that's not what you said, that's not what you said..."

Yue Wenlong didn't feel annoyed at all.He stared at Cheng Xian erratically, his shattered eyelashes blinked, cutting out bits and pieces of old dreams, scattered in this boiling night scene.

"Brother A Cheng, why bother to say so decisively. People are not as good as before, even my dad said that. Recently, I often think about the past, remembering that my dad is not as suit and leather as he is today, and remembering that Brother A Cheng used to be my bodyguard. At that time. I was in middle school at that time, and Brother Ah Cheng always wore a pair of marching shoes at that time, and he didn’t change them all year round..."

Cheng Xian listened silently to Yue Wenlong's unclear memories, and wanted to leave, but before he could make up his mind, he suddenly saw Yue Junsheng being hit by his own nunchuck, and the little grass bag covered his head and walked away. run away.There was an uproar in the audience, some people laughed a few times, and it passed.The man's shiny mousse head turned back and forth, and the woman's plump neck flashed different shades of white here and there.

Cheng Xian looked at the direction where the little straw bag disappeared in the muddy mousse and white meat, his mind became active for a while, and finally he pushed the cup and stood up, "I won't accompany you anymore!" He said to Yue Wenlong.

"Junjun—"

Yue Junsheng had a frustrated expression on his face, and Xiaowei was chattering at the side, and he was really angry.Hearing this sound, he frowned and turned around, only to find Cheng Xian standing at the end of the aisle looking at him.

Immediately, his mood jumped for a while, Yue Junsheng suppressed the thumping in his heart, forced his arrogance like a dandy, and said in a vicious voice, "Why do you call me?"

Cheng Xian didn't care about his attitude.He came over and grabbed his shoulder, looking at him by the light.

"Does that pain still hurt?" His tone was a rare tenderness in a century.

Yue Junsheng was fine at first, but his eyes became red again when he asked him such a question.Sniffing his nose, he insisted, "I want you to take care of it!" Looking at the stubble on Cheng Xian's face, he really wanted to cry again.

Now he is almost half a head taller than Cheng Xian, but in Cheng Xian's eyes, this embroidered straw bag is no different from the little boy who used to run around in the "New World".Every time that kid saw him back then, he would run up and grab his hand, "Cheng Cheng, I don't want to go to school, can you go and talk to Mommy Sang?" A pair of wet eyes stared at him like a puppy. He also has a puppy-like melancholy between his brows.

Cheng Xian patted him, looked at the eyes that were the same as when he was a child, and asked him: "How are you doing in Yue's house?"

"What a fart!" Yue Jun's voice suddenly burst out, as if reminded of something by this question.The corners of his mouth were pulled down more and more, and he stood there with slumped shoulders, his eyes became more and more sharp, and he remembered a lot at once.

Cheng Xian looked at him quietly.Everything is expected, but so what?He could only stretch out his hand, and scratch twice as before on that stylishly groomed head, "It's better to get along with Yue's family, it's no different than Mommy's side, and you're not a child anymore..."

Yue Jun knocked off his hand with a "slap", "I'm not a child at all!"

With his chest in a mess, he pulled Xiao Wei who was staring at him strangely, "Let's go! ——There's something fun over there tonight. My brother hired a talk show speaker, and he's been here for half a month. The world show…”

Cheng Xian watched the young couple walk away, and was stunned for a while.A familiar fatigue surged up, and he felt very heavy all over his body.The evening show began, and a man and a woman who were more glamorous than the other walked in three or five times. When they passed by, they all looked sideways.

Cheng Xian took a step forward, raised his face and saw Yang Huaifang standing on the other side of the hall, lowering his head in a hurry, as if he had seen everything.Facing a large pot of green leafy plants, Yang Huaifang busily tapped the screen of his phone with his own bear-like hands.

Cheng Xian didn't greet him.He walked out of the "new world" alone, out of this colorful world that is not like the world.Passing by the reflective glass wall outside, he saw his own decadent image in the neon lights all over the sky.He turned his eyes away as usual, walked through the line of BMW cars, and walked towards his second-hand electric car.

After opening the lock, the person just sat on it, and the Nokia shook "every day" in his pocket.He took it out and saw that it was a short message from Yang Huaifang, "Did I miss something before?"

three,

Cheng Xian leaned on the window sill and looked out at the night, pinching a flat cigarette case over and over in his hand.Curves are drawn on the inside of the box, like the prototype of some animal.Nearly every house, the lights are on and off, it seems that the peace is unreal.The night wind blowing into the window was neither soft nor cool, but it carried the unfinished smell of oily smoke from the kitchen of the residents downstairs.Cheng Xian looked at the lights in a short shirt, breathed in the oily smoke in the wind, and remembered Fatty Yang asking him "What plot did I miss?"—Did Fatty Yang miss anything?

In fact, Yang Huaifang knows a lot. After all, it was his bloated Bole who picked Cheng Xian, a great horse, from the thousands of delivery boys in the streets and alleys, and he persevered in half-baiting and half-baiting, and took the newly-full-year-old Cheng Xianchong joined the famous "Yue Family Army" in this city.At that time, Cheng Xian was in urgent need of money, otherwise he would not have been working three jobs at the same time, riding an electric bike in the wind and rain all day long.He was very tired every day, and when he was so tired, he would often fall asleep and eat after waking up.And the meal is not willing to eat a good one, the lowest-grade boxed lunch, sitting on the electric car and swiping away, I don't feel very full.Fortunately, the body can still bear it, and the size is also there.And it was this size that made Yang Huai, who took the French fries and fried chicken from Cheng Xian's hand every time, relax his mind.

"In his early 1.7 meters, he has the body of a weightlifter. He has a strict mouth and never talks too much." This is what Yang Huaifang said later when he introduced Cheng Xian to Yue Jianyi, and he added embellishments: "Ah Cheng is a student of sports, and he is good at fighting and Sanda. There are some too, can you take a look?"

At that time, Yue Jianyi was sitting in the outhouse listening to his only son Yue Wenlong practicing the piano.A song "Adiliana by the Water" by Richard Clayderman seems to fascinate our General Yue.At that time, Yue Jianyi was also particularly gentle. He waved his hand, "If you think it's okay, you can stay!"

As soon as these words came out, in the evening of the second day, Cheng Xian, who looked like a weightlifter, appeared in the night arena of "New World".Taking off the cheap T-shirt uniformly distributed by the delivery staff, and putting on a tight-fitting vest jacket and jeans, Cheng Xianyin stared silently at the men and women in the venue under the dim light, day after day.

The "New World" at that time was not as good as it is now, and Yue Jianyi was not yet a candidate for the Municipal People's Congress.At the end of the last century when the local housing prices were only a few hundred yuan per square meter, the underground rivers and lakes in this city were the Eight Immortals crossing the sea and showing their magical powers.Dance halls, casinos, bathhouses, underground banks, people who are seen are shady, cover up or not cover up at all, and use their own influence to make a living.Under Yang Huaifang's arrangement, Cheng Xian took charge of the billiard hall in the afternoon and patrolled the "New World" nightclub in the evening.At that time, the "New World" was only half the size of what it is now, and it was only enough to open these two gates.