Qin Zhongxian

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the bustling city is at the time of feasting and feasting. With the sound of intense dance music in the bar, everyone's body is close to the body, shaking their heads and wriggling wantonly, stepping on unstructured dance steps, one word is hi!

Amidst the crowd's eyes, Zhang Fan felt that several eyes were staring at him from the beginning to the end.

The fingers holding the wine glass gradually became tighter, and he raised his head and drank the champagne in one gulp. Zhang Fan's eyes flashed darkly, and he glanced behind him sharply. .

Seeing his movement, the people in the dark looked at each other, clenched the iron rod in their hands, and followed him without saying a word.

Stepping out of the gate of the bar, the cold wind blows towards his face, and Zhang Fan's mind, which had been soaked in the blurred atmosphere of the bar before, instantly sobered up a lot.

Raising his hand to stroke his forehead and rubbing his drowsy head, he felt the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, his eyes froze, he strode two long legs, quickly left the bar entrance, and walked to the alley next to him.

The people following behind did not stop at all, and followed quickly.

In the narrow alley, the silence under the dark night makes every small movement amplified, and the sound of sprinting footsteps continues one after another, becoming more and more urgent...more and more hurried...

shirt!Damn Gu Mo!At the critical moment, he even went to some auction for him!What happened is that he is now being targeted by the enemy, and the opponent is still armed. He is outnumbered, and he can only run away with empty hands.

The sound of footsteps chasing after him became more and more rapid, and they were getting closer. Zhang Fan's heart was pounding, and he ran with windy footsteps, and quickly turned around the corner of the alley in front of him.

The people who were chasing behind had sneers on their lips, weighed the iron rod in their hands and quickly chased after him, but at the moment they followed him around the corner...

Suddenly a red mist floated in front of the eyes, the dark dark red was like a thin layer of red veil, covering people's eyes and blurring people's sight.

As if being bewitched, with a few bangs, the iron bars in the hands of several people suddenly fell to the ground, making a heavy sound. At the same time, they seemed to have fallen into some kind of illusion and were confused by something. With a dull look in his eyes, he stood on the spot and danced silly.

"Hey hey...you shoot one, I shoot one, let's fly together! You shoot two, I shoot two, I'm going to castrate your dick! You shoot three, I shoot three..."

The four of them faced each other in groups of two and two, shaking their heads and clapping their veteran hands, happily, just like mentally handicapped people in a mental hospital.

Here, Zhang Fan escaped death and returned to his apartment panting. He hurriedly took out the access control card from his wallet, swiped the card at the doorman and entered the gate, and then ran all the way to his apartment, and took the elevator upstairs quickly.

It wasn't until he entered his room and fell down on the sofa that Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had escaped a catastrophe.

He just took a few breaths after sitting down, picked up a cup of cold tea on the coffee table, raised his head and drank it, and then there was a crisp doorbell ringing next to his ears.

Zhang Fan felt vigilant, put down the teacup in his hand, stood up and stretched his slender legs, walked slowly and hesitantly towards the door, and approached the cat's eye behind the door for a look.

Fuck, Gu Mo!

I don't know what the hell I'm holding in my hand, it's really an eyesore!

Enduring the anger in his head, he twisted the door handle hard to let the person in, turned around without looking at him, walked back, sat back on the sofa, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said nothing with a sullen face.

The man had no eyesight, as if he couldn't see people's eyes, and didn't feel his displeasure at all. Holding the Guqin in his hand, he ran up to him enthusiastically, waved away the debris on the coffee table, and carefully put his The violin is placed on top.

Gu Mo pointed at the qin with one hand, and began to brag: "Brother Fan, look what I brought back for you! This Guqin is commonly known as the lyre by the ancients, but it has a very nice name, called Red Yuqin!"

Zhang Fan was so irritable that he didn't care what the hell he played with the piano, he raised his leg and kicked him: "What the hell are you doing? You just got this thing at the auction and came back? Do you know that I almost missed it tonight? Got fucked by people from the Shatiao Gang?"

Gu Mo knelt down for him with a plop when he heard the words, and admitted his mistake: "Brother Fan, I was wrong, I really didn't know that gang of sand sculptures would choose to attack you tonight, if I knew, I wouldn't have the leisure to go What auction!"

Seeing his sincere attitude in admitting his mistakes, Zhang Fan snorted and stopped thinking about it, but his expression was still very bad.

Seeing him like this, Gu Mo knew that he must have calmed down, so he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, pointing at the guqin with both hands, and introduced it with all his tricks.

"Brother Fan, look at this red jade piano. It is 130 cm long and 20 cm wide. There are broken grains, the tone played by such a piano is clear, so it is even more precious!"

While Gu Mo was talking, he couldn't help reaching out his hands and hooking the strings of the qin, and a thick and deep sound of the qin immediately sounded in his ears.

"...Okay! Good piano!" Gu Mo boasted in a humorous tone, just like a Peking opera singer.

"What a good piano!" Zhang Fan frowned impatiently: "It doesn't have the clarity and joy of a guzheng, and the tone is so deep, you are not being deceived!"

Gu Mo glared, and retorted: "Brother Fan, this is not Guzheng! There is a difference between Guqin and Guzheng! Although the sound of Guqin is not as loud and cheerful as Guzheng, it is gentle and lingering, peaceful and steady, simple and long-lasting... "

"Go away!" Zhang Fan was about to be annoyed to death by him, with two long legs crossed, he was already impatient with frowning.

"Don't show off your literary talent to me here, I'm tired, take your piano and go out right away, I don't have time to be here with you!"

"Don't, don't, Brother Van."

Gu Mo stretched out his hand to caress the dark red guqin. The bottom plate of the red jade qin, that is, the side was decorated with a circle of red tassels. When the qin was lifted up, those tassels would hang down and sway with the movement. Yes, old damn good looking.

Gu Mo looked at his family, Fan Ge, with a look of joy beyond words: "Fan Brother, do you think this piano looks good? How about giving it to you?"

Zhang Fan didn't even look at him, raised his head and nostrils to the sky, and snorted coldly: "Do you think I am someone who can play the piano? Do you have any use for this piano? Why don't you give me a gun?" really."

"Don't..." Gu Mo felt wronged: "Didn't I not give you a gift on your birthday last time? I went to that auction today just to give you a replacement gift. You have to accept it!"

Zhang Fan had a bad temper and wanted to swear, but Gu Mo seemed to have a premonition, stood up and ran to the door, quickly changed his shoes, and before leaving, he leaned against the crack of the door and looked at him in an extremely wretched way.

"Brother Fan, take good care of my little Qinqin..."

"Your mother..."

Just when he was about to swear, he heard the door slam shut, and his ears were completely cleared.

"..." Zhang Fan glanced at the guqin on the coffee table, didn't even bother to move it, got up and went to the bedroom to pull off his bathrobe, then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

It is already one o'clock in the morning, which is the time when people are most exhausted.The large mirror in the bathroom was covered with mist, and a strong, wheat-colored figure was printed inside.

After being drenched in warm water, Zhang Fan became more and more sleepy. After a brief shower, he roughly wiped off the water stains on his body, put on his bathrobe, wiped his wet hair, and turned on the bathroom. The door goes to the living room.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, Zhang Fan stopped violently wiping his hair, and his whole body froze in place. He fixed his eyes on a person who suddenly appeared in the living room, and was stunned.

I saw a slender man wearing ancient red clothes, kneeling on the tea table made of tempered glass, his knees pressed against the cold glass, his slender waist lowered down, looking good His buttocks are slightly upturned, posing in a provocative pose.

His skin was so fair that it was almost transparent, and that face could even be called peerless!

Slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, exquisite and small features, untouched and vermilion lips, and a hint of mist in the clear eyes, it seems a little confused, which is very pitiful.

The clothes on his body are layered on top of each other, looking extremely cumbersome. The most embellishments on them are the red tassels hanging dangling on his clothes.

As if feeling someone's gaze, he raised his eyes, his willow eyebrows furrowed invisibly, with a look of pity for me, his expression was a little aggrieved, but more of a seductive charm.

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