【Steel Refining Flame Steel】How to make the person I like also like me

In the afternoon of the next day, Ed wrote a joint rent notice and pasted it on the telephone pole in front of the downstairs door, and then took a detour and drove past.

The meeting place is not far away but out of the way. Ed had been here before because of work, but he had no idea there was such a place.This time, the place is embedded in the corner of the transition zone between the bustling area and the suburbs. When Ed thought that he would be single-handed in a while, he began to flicker in his mind about five hundred ways to get out of the body after he was drunk. .When he pushed open the door of the bar alone, social phobia was like a fever, and his face instantly covered his face.

There was a lot of people, and the open two-story building looked like it was rebuilt from an old factory. It looked quite large from the outside, but the inside was cramped because it was filled with screaming and shoving people.Alternating pink and blue lights flashed so that it was impossible to see the future and retreat, only the electronic sound was pouring around, deafening.Ed covered his ears and just took half a step inside when he was caught by a burst of smoke.Coughing and taking a step back, he bumped into a girl with smoky makeup. There were probably more rings on her lips and ears than on Ed's curtains, which reminded him of Wen Li.But the girl didn't directly resort to violence like Wen Li did to his recklessness. Although she was wearing heavy makeup that Ed rarely saw in his nine-to-five life, the empathy in her smile was not the same as that in the work unit. The girl in the copy room was no different.The other party smiled brightly, and then somehow a cup of copper sulfate-colored suspicious liquid appeared in Ed's hand, but the boy was inexplicably relieved by this.

So Ed didn't back away any more, but carefully walked across the crowded dance floor by pinching the rim of the glass, and squeezed towards the bar.Laughter and conversation hummed and gnawed at the earlobe.The young man looked around, chatting and kissing men and women who abused dogs into phoenixes.But completely different from Ed's usual experience of cursing dog couples with hatred alone, Ed himself was accosted very quickly.

"Hi."

Ed almost fell off the high stool in fright—you know he had to use a lot of brains to make himself climb up inconspicuously.He turned his head with his eyes wide open, only to see a brown-haired man appearing behind him at some point.The face value is 7 points, and the stare makes his neck itchy, and one point is deducted.

"Hi." He said a little stiffly.

"Did you come alone?" Before Ed could answer, he reached out to the bartender, "Please give this beautiful young man a glass of that," he pointed, "It's mine."

Edward tried to hold back the tendency to fuss.

At such a big age, it was the first time he was blatantly hooked up.

After a while, another glass was pushed in front of his eyes, and the liquid in the glass shone with a slightly dazzling brilliance under the blurred light above his head.Seeing this, Ed silently put down the copper sulfate solution, determined to keep himself awake as much as possible under the premise of a little indulgence.

"Do you know why I chose this wine?"

"what?"

As soon as Ed raised his glass, he was asked a question by the brown hair on one side, and he glared at the other party instinctively full of hostility.When he came back to his senses, he managed to finish the blunt monosyllable just now under the surprised eyes of the other party, "I don't know."

Brown hair knows colors very well, and Ed's attitude of being able to answer the question immediately under such a stiff question and answer almost made Ed respect him. He said, "Do you think the color is similar to the color of your eyes?"

Ed twitched the corner of his mouth, looked down at the golden liquid in the cup, and the only thing he could think of was resin solution, wondering if this person had a bubble in his head.

But the other party didn't know what he misunderstood Ed's silence, so he became stupidly happy, and even added, don't be shy, and then began to chatter endlessly to make friends with Ed, who had completely lost interest in him.While Ed kept saying "oh" in a low voice, he was thinking about how the brown-haired one sounded so much more annoying than Lin's, and he was also eloquent.For a moment Ed would rather go to stitches with Envi again.

"Eh, Eddie?"

Ed shuddered almost physiologically.

The fluent complaints just now were blank in an instant.

Even if it's just an ordinary question under the hustle and bustle of people and music.

Even if the other party even remembers his own name wrong.

The brown-haired man disappeared, the bartender disappeared, the girl with smoky makeup disappeared, and the dogs and men in front of the bar and on the dance floor also disappeared.In an instant, the electronic music returned to silence, and the lights were as dull and bright as day.

Edward turned around silently, raised his head and said, "My name is Edward, Mustangu."

It is said that all the great changes in life are piled up by eye-popping coincidences and reversals, which is absolutely true.The previously unrelated life trajectories of Edward and Mustangu intersect once, twice, and three times under the indescribable drive, and each time pushes their relationship to a direction where Ed is more and more uncontrollable.Only this time not.

To be precise, this encounter was not a coincidence, but Ed's intention.

The conspiracy theory started with Ed's call to Lin 24 hours ago.Although there were too many grains at the time, "I'll ask that idiot to call you when the idiot is done washing", but the fact is that Lin spent 7 hours in the bathhouse cleaning up his 17-year-old dirt, or he finished washing. Later, due to some uncontrollable or even indescribable reasons, he did not spare the 3 minutes to call Ed back.As a result, Ed sat on the bed and hatched eggs in a single-player game while waiting for the phone call. Finally, he fell asleep in a daze in the hopelessness of thinking that such a lonely night might be repeated again and again for a long time after menstruation. , Even the quilt was not covered.When Lin's call finally came late, Ed almost woke up from the cold.While blowing his nose, he scratched the phone, and sneezed loudly at Lin on the other end of the phone.

"Wow, it's disgusting, don't talk into the microphone, please! I feel like I've splashed saliva all over my face."

"Hehe, you are so delicate when you have a partner, you, I don't know who that idiot was because I was too lazy to go out and cook with the green noodles at home, which made me lie in the hospital for a whole day, but I was alive and kicking!"

"You know what a ghost, this is the antibody that the Chinese people have. Don't be poor with you. It's in the middle of the night. You don't have a nightlife, and I still have it."

Ed opened his mouth and was about to tear it apart, but as soon as he opened his mouth, there were one, two, three, a series of sneezes. Before he could say a word, his momentum had already been halved. Furious, he silently calculated the vicious plan to remove his chair at work tomorrow.

"There seems to be a party held by someone we know, but I don't think you should go."

"why?"

"It's all people from TV stations and advertisers playing, we don't know each other well, and you hate those people."

At that moment, Ed's mind was like a violent storm, and he lost all sleepiness for a moment.

Somehow, it seems that God—even though Ed is an atheist through and through—proposed a test for Ed to test Ed's determination at the moment he poured the red wine down the sink: this is nothing It's time for the illogical romance to end.

Will it really end there?

At this moment, Ed was sitting in front of the bar, turning around and looking at Mustangu, surrounded by crowded and noisy people.Edward had never been good at dealing with such places, but he still mustered up his courage and decided to come alone and give some kind of response to the divine will, even though the person in front of him knew nothing about the turmoil in his heart in the past week and his determination at the moment.

Mustangu obviously came with his colleagues, and when he was talking to himself, he turned his face from time to time and showed a familiar smile to the friends who passed by.But Ed suspects that Mustangu actually used some ulterior means to predict and plan his arrival, otherwise it would be impossible to stab him like a soft knife every time he appeared. The most important place in my heart.

"Sorry, I won't remember it wrong next time." Roy said with a smile.

Completely different from yesterday's haggard face, Mustangu changed his face again under Edward's eyes.At this moment, Roy was wearing a dark red shirt with his sleeves casually rolled up. The gauze on his forehead was replaced with a small piece of tape. The same deep eyes with lashes revealed a sly brilliance.

But these feelings are all words that Ed pretended to say calmly when looking back. Considering Ed's brain condition at the time, he couldn't think of so many words to describe his heart.Rather, at that time, Ed's heart could not take into account such pretentious rhetoric and complicated feelings at all.His true feelings have always been extremely simple and crude:

Fuck.So handsome.sleepy.

As for the trial that Made said, it was instantly wiped out.Ed clasped the stool tightly with trembling fingers, thinking that at the moment Mustangu said to open the room, he would probably jump off and run after him.Thinking of this, Ed slapped himself silently in his heart.

"I didn't expect to meet you here." Ed raised his chin, but his eyes were fixed on the orange peel floating in the wine glass in the distance.

"I didn't expect to meet you at a colleague's party." Roy smiled and narrowed his eyes, and Ed made up his mind not to look at him, so as not to mess up his army.

Unexpectedly, before Ed could answer, the brown-haired man showed a familiar look.He stretched out his hand and patted Roy's shoulder with an expression of eating shit and pretending to be happy. His appearance, which was not bad at first, fell below 5 points in an instant under the dazzling contrast.Ed was jealous in his heart, and then he thought about it, this is a gathering in the industry, and it's no big deal to get to know each other.

"Then you came here to hook up with beautiful public relations ladies and female anchors, right?"

I don't know why they suddenly got involved with me while they were talking, Mustangu suddenly hooked his shoulder, lowered his head and asked.The confided breath exploded in Ed's ear, what the hell is this making people talk! !

"He and I happened to be alone, and we happened to be chatting." Brown Mao hurriedly made up the knife, and Ed raised his eyes and glared at each other.Who talked to him?Isn't he always bibiking alone?

"Well, I just have two words to say to him," Ed raised his head in surprise when he heard that, and saw Mustang looking directly at the brown-haired brows and eyes, still smiling, but his eyes were decisive and could not be refused, "Slightly Lend me a few minutes."

Such a suspicious farewell let alone brown hair, even Ed himself would not agree.But at that moment, Mustangu's arm wrapped in a crimson shirt was wrapped around the back of his neck, and Mustangu's chin would touch the top of his head from time to time, and the faint smell of cologne on Mustangu's body haunted his dreams. Ed's spine was so weak that he almost couldn't sit still, let alone resist.So Mustang pulled Edward out of the high stool with half hugging and half dragging, and pushed him to a dark corner.When the place was pushed, Ed woke up from half-consciousness and pushed Mustangu away.

"I rely on you to talk about things, and what can I do with you?"

Roy looked down at the angry Edward, shook his head with a "hopeless" expression on his face, straightened up and looked in the direction of the bar, then stepped back and leaned against the wall, "It doesn't matter if you play, friendly reminder , don’t get involved with that person.”

"that person?"

"Only the inner brown hair."

"What is it called..."

"...I don't remember either, Mike or York."

"...Do you have a name memory disorder?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's better for that guy to hook up less, usually nothing good happens."

This is hell.Ed wondered if Mustango knew that people were saying that about him behind his back.

"What can you do with me? This is a society ruled by law." Ed said with an annoyed look on his face, "Can't you make my stomach bigger?"

"He'd be happy if he could."

"That's nothing to be afraid of."

"It is said that he beat people."

"I... I like it!"

"It is said that he ejaculated."

"I would also like!"

"It is said that he has gonorrhea."

"I like it too...I'm...exciting enough..."

There was a natural expression of admiration on Mustangu's face.

Ed felt like dying.

"In short," the boy forcibly turned his head away, stubbornly not looking at Mustangu, and said viciously, "it's none of your business, just mind yourself."

A moment of silence.

For a while, only the sound of music and din was deafening.

After a while, Mustangu smiled softly.Ed turned his head to see him lowering his eyebrows and shrugging.

"Because you saved me once, if possible, I also hope that you will not be harmed."

Heart beating like beating.

At that moment, how much Ed wanted to jump up and slap his sagging face, how much he wanted to jump up, hug him tightly, and tell him that he really liked him a little bit.

But Ed did nothing.

He watched Mustangu straighten up, turn and leave without even saying goodbye.

TBC