rose memory

Meng Xian likes staying in Luo Fu's bar very much.

He felt that he might have come late in his rebellious period, and he only fell in love with places like bars when he was 22.

Not entirely like this, because he doesn't remember his high school, and his family is unwilling to tell him, and he didn't know Luo Fu at that time, so he couldn't find out.

He would go to Luo Fu's bar every day. The bar opened by Luo Fu, the eldest son of the Luo family, is naturally not an ordinary playground. There are all kinds of people in it, including some people who have interests in the Luo family and the Meng family.

Meng Xian had a special appearance, his brows were cold and indifferent, and his thin lips somehow formed an affectionate look. Even if someone stared at him all the time, he couldn't tell what the person was thinking.

Meng Xian's overall demeanor is rather cold, so he didn't like red when he wore it at first, but after wearing it a lot, he gradually became attached to red when he got used to it.

Later, I didn’t know where to read it, and said that red and black were the best match, so he changed the clavicle chain to black. He found that the wide-brimmed lace one was very useful, and it looked like a ring on the belt. On the one hand, it is mysterious and weird.

He disguised himself as a woman to hide his identity. It is said that his amnesia was plotted against by the enemies of the Meng family. He got into a car accident and broke his brain. This bad thing was just a loss of memory. He didn't turn people into fools. .

Later, he became addicted to women's clothing.

In a place like a bar, there are a lot of promiscuous sex between men and women, not to mention Luo Fukai's [Xingyue], which is backed by a strong capital force, and it only has more tricks than others.

The cluster of light when Shen Xing came was one of the tricks, and Meng Xian didn't bother to delve into the details, and didn't want to delve into his clean mind that had been formatted once.

In the morning, Meng Xian went to see the pretty kid he had a crush on, but was mocked mercilessly by the other party. He was about to chase after him when he heard the sound of a mobile phone. He turned around and grabbed the two girls who secretly photographed him.

It seems that the students in Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School are not blind. His children are very good-looking, and finally someone appreciates them.

He remembered that he went to the forum for a long time to search for things to no avail last night, and it seemed that he would have something to look at when he went back tonight.

At noon, I just felt itchy. I wanted to see the child again, but I didn't expect to have a chance to "save someone's life".

That night, he didn't go out from Luofu's Xingyue Bar until 02:30 in the morning. Before leaving, he found that the wig bangs on his forehead were in danger of falling apart, so he asked Luofu for a small hairpin and clipped it on.

It's a pity that the more I looked at the macaron-colored star-shaped hairpin, the more awkward I felt, and I returned it when I went out.

Along the way, wearing a wig on the verge of retirement, clutching the faltering bangs on it, walking forward with difficulty.

When he came home, he passed the flower bushes at the door and saw the clusters of yellow roses. His mood improved for no reason. This flower was planted before he lost his memory. He thought that he was probably a poetic and strange man at that time.

Great, poetic becomes amnesia.

He raised his hand to sweep, and then swaggered into the villa without any sense of guilt for being late.

As he expected, his sister was waiting for him at the door.

His sister's surname is Meng Mingying, she is now seventeen in her twenties, and she still hasn't talked about Nian Ai. It's not that his sister has any flaws, it's just because of her high requirements.

"Meng Xian, what have you been doing?" Meng Ying asked.

Meng Xian stood upright, looked his sister up and down once or twice, and fixed his eyes on his sister's hanging hand.

Holding a fresh rose in hand.

Meng Ying noticed Meng Xian's gaze, hid the flowers behind her back and said, "I didn't pick them in your yard."

Meng Xian opened the door, invited his sister in, and asked, "I didn't say yes, and besides, my yard is full of yellow roses, and yours is red... Wait? Are you going on a blind date again?" "

"..." Meng Ying was dissatisfied with this "again".

"No, it's not right to receive flowers on a blind date, right? Are you dating?" Meng Xian continued.

Seeing that Meng Ying had already sat on the sofa, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Coffee?"

Meng Ying frowned and asked, "Don't you want to drink?"

"That's why I'm asking you." Meng Xian coughed, "Sister, do you want to drink?"

"Did you go to Luofu again?" Meng Xian heard his sister ask.

He simply ignored and got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Why are you doing this?" Meng Ying asked distressed.

She was referring to Meng Xiannan disguised as a woman and wandering around bars.

Meng Xian suddenly turned around and said, "Didn't I do this before?"

"You..." Meng Ying got stuck in the middle of speaking.

Meng Xian didn't want to pry out a lot of information at once, so he paused to give Meng Ying a step.

"But I like my life right now."

At some point, he had turned around, holding an unopened bottle of mineral water in his hand, which still cost one dollar.

He put it in Meng Ying's hand and continued: "Since I can't get back the memories before I lost my memory, then I can no longer live my current life with the mentality and lifestyle before I lost my memory, sister ,Do you understand?"

Meng Ying helped her forehead, she was not feeling well.

"Sister, can you check someone for me?" Meng Xian asked.

Meng Ying didn't react for a while, she paused and said, "When did you know how to speak human language?"

Meng Xian thought about it and decided to forget it, he said: "It's nothing, I always know, you don't need to check people, I'm out of my mind."

"Oh." Meng Ying didn't ask, she reminded Meng Xian of the birthday party on October [-]th, and then hurried out.

Meng Xian knew that her sister was here to confirm whether he hadn't come home overnight, or whether he had brought any goblins home for the night, to confirm that he was safe and sound and not messing around with men and women, so she left naturally.

A large part of the reason should be related to the new boyfriend.

Meng Xian put aside these unnutritious thoughts, saw that Meng Ying got into the car safely and returned to the room, he took off the wig in front of the mirror, stared at himself in the mirror for a while, after a while he picked up the phone After sending Luo a message, he took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

When he came out, Luo Fu had already replied to his message, and he ignored Luo Fu's first message, 【Who is Shen Xing? 】

Continue to ignore the second item, [Oh, it's the one you hugged. 】

Ignore the third item, [You really fell in love at first sight? 】

In the end, his eyes fell on Luo Fu's last item, [I'll check it out for you tomorrow. 】

Meng Xian said yes, and then his upper and lower eyelids began to fight. He is actually not good at staying up late. It is already very late, and he is about to fall asleep lying on the bed resigned to his fate.

The next moment he suddenly sat up straight like a carp.

"The hair hasn't been dried yet." He whispered to himself.

He vaguely remembered someone telling him to dry his hair before going to bed, maybe it was his parents or Meng Ying.

These few days, Meng Ying has been busy with matters related to Meng Xian's birthday party, and has no time to meet any boyfriend. She methodically sorted out the guest list in her hand. When she saw a name, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and hurriedly picked up the What the phone wants to do.

However, the next moment she saw the rose next to the computer. The thorns of the rose were trimmed clean, and the fragrant rose petals were rolling with crystal drops of water. The years were quietly inserted in a transparent glass vase. She just changed the water this morning.

She didn't know what came to her mind, she smiled bitterly, then he put down the phone, ignored the name and continued to organize the list.

Xingyue Bar

Under the brilliant neon lights, a mature woman with long silver-white hair was still sitting on the bar counter in the center. What was incompatible with her sexy dress was the bottle of mineral water in her hand.

The regular customers here all praised the woman's new hair color, knowing that this woman is a friend of the bar owner, and thinking about Luo Fu's identity, this woman must not be an ordinary person.

No matter how hot it is, it’s not a good thing. I think they don’t have the guts to go up and get close to a child who doesn’t know the rules a few days ago.

Meng Xian's forehead was hurt by the wig, she straightened it out impatiently, then lay down on the cold table to catch up on sleep, and after a while, she got up reluctantly because of the pain.

It is not advisable to stay up late, and it is even more inadvisable for the elderly to stay up late.

He poured saliva into his mouth indiscriminately.

Luo Fu was originally painting his secret garden by the side, but suddenly he couldn't find the colored pencils of the corresponding color, so he raised his head. When he raised his head, he saw Meng Xian who was looking up.

"My brother!" He exclaimed, then reacted and lowered his volume to continue: "Your Adam's apple... Take it easy."

Meng Xian put down the mineral water bottle and continued: "Who is your brother?" After finishing speaking, before Luo Fu could say anything, he brought the mineral water bottle close to his eyes and stared at it carefully for a long while.

Luo Fu wondered what Meng Xian was doing.

Meng Xian said: "The lipstick is on it..."

"Fuck." Luo Fu said in his heart, obviously not understanding Meng Xian's brain circuit, he looked through the miscellaneous piles of art tools scattered everywhere on the table, helplessly: "Did you see that grass-green colored pencil? I just finished it..."

Suddenly Luo Fu repeated the exclamation he said not long ago: "Fuck, why is it bald?"

Meng Xian folded his hands, put his chin on his arms and said quietly, "You roll back."

"What?" Luo Fu asked.

Meng Xian was persuasive: "Turn your baby back... Hey! Yes... Take a look, doesn't it look good?"

Luo Fu turned to the last page.

There was a picture on it. Originally, the page should be blank, but now someone used a green colored pencil to draw a human figure.

Luo Fu looked at those smooth lines and delicate strokes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Can I draw well? I haven't learned it..." Meng Xian said.

Luo Fu replied: "Very good, this looks...is Shen Xing?"

"Yes." Meng Xian continued, "Didn't you be late today? I drew when I had nothing to do. I think it feels good."

Luo Fu held the knife in one hand and the penholder in the other, thought for a moment and said strangely: "You really haven't learned how to draw, why do I think you have the foundation?"

Meng Xian put his head in, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? You think I've learned it before?"

Luo Fu nodded in agreement, and then concentrated on sharpening the pencil. Meng Xian was thinking about something, and after a while, he left the bar.

Shen Xing was called to the office to drink tea, there were his homeroom teacher and mathematics teacher there, Shen Xing tried his best not to admit his "mistake", and the scene was deadlocked for a moment.

Shen Xing didn't know what was going on with the posts on the forum, he clearly deleted them and then several appeared out of thin air.

Just arrived at school this morning, and saw a pile of inexplicable objects on the table, letters, flowers, and the morning is okay, and there is actually a gift with a small bell that jingles as soon as it moves. He is worrying about mathematics. The teacher came in.

The one who covered his head and face was "playing things and losing his ambition", dragged him into the office, saying that he had no teacher and wanted to ask the class teacher for an explanation.

His math teacher's name is Ji Qingchuan, who is the same age as Bai Zhou, and it is said that he is still an alumnus.

Let Shen Xing see, at Ji Qingchuan's age, how could he not be able to see what it is, such a violent temper, he can't get a girlfriend, so he vents on his students...

"Shen Xing! Why are you in a daze! I'm asking you something!" Ji Qingchuan was furious. He hated scumbags the most in his life. He didn't expect that he had a reserve soldier in his class who received so many things. It's really shameless to learn the trick of casting a wide net.

For Ji Qingchuan's quarrel like a child's nonsense, Shen Xing's left ear went in and his right ear went out, without any introspection at all.

The head teacher was embarrassed to watch from the sidelines, Shen Xing's reluctance was so obvious, and he was also afraid that the excellent teacher he had finally snatched from another class would be blown up, so he hurriedly spoke out to mediate.

The final result of this incident was that Shen Xing lost half of his chemistry class.

At first, I thought I was very late, but when I ran into Meng Xian when I went out at noon, he began to lament how naive he was.

"Hello." Shen Bansheng greeted, then lifted his feet and prepared to run quickly.

Meng Xian grabbed his wrist, without any cover, he felt the temperature of Shen Xing's wrist, his heart skipped a beat, and then he let go.

He was just shocked by his own reaction, like a little virgin, obviously he didn't have such a big reaction when he hugged his waist a few days ago.

However, Shen Xing couldn't stop, he turned around and looked at Meng Xian for a moment, his eyes shone with a strange brilliance.

With the pull just now, the moods of both of them changed.

Shen Xing hesitated for a while and asked, "What's your real name?"

"You think what I told you was false?" Meng Xian said.

Shen Xing said ambiguously, "You don't know if it's true or not?"

Meng Xian: "That's good or bad, why don't you talk about yours?"

"Didn't you see the name on my student card that day? I'm afraid even the class knows it?" Shen Bansheng retorted, obviously expressing his deep disdain for this kind of knowingly asking.

Meng Xian looked at Shen Xing unabashedly, his eyes moved from his eyes to his nose, then to his lips, collarbone, and finally he raised his hand to pick up the student ID card hanging on Shen Xing's slender neck and took a look.

"Shen Xing?" Meng Xian put down his student ID card and asked.

Listening to the other party's sincere question, Shen Xing began to wonder if he had wrongly blamed him.

"Yes." Shen Xing asked: "Reciprocity is a courtesy."

Hearing this familiar sentence, Meng Xian smiled and said, "Meng Xian is his real name, leisurely and elegant."

Shen Xing blurted out: "You are quite free."

Meng Xian didn't respond, instead he teased and said, "I'm really busy."

Then without waiting for Shen Xing to express his opinion, he said to himself: "I usually don't do anything, and I don't have to go to school. I just stay in that bar every day. You can find me whenever you go."

Shen Bansheng looked at him suspiciously, and took a step back subconsciously. He didn't know why he did what he did. Maybe it was because he hated such idle people in his bones. Besides, if he stayed in that kind of place every day, he really just stayed in that kind of place. ?Do nothing else?

He didn't pay attention to the second part of Meng Xian's words at all. Even if he did, he would not go to find Meng Xian. He went in that day purely because of his sudden grief and delirious behavior.

"...Hmm..." Shen Xing felt that they had almost finished their chat, and wanted to leave.

Meng Xian suddenly said, "I actually have a hobby..."

"I'm not interested!" Shen Xing interrupted him.

Shen Xingxin said: I don't care what hobbies you have, you really can afford to have a yellow accent to anyone.

Meng Xian was not at all dissatisfied with Shen Xing's rudeness, he continued, "I still like to draw..."

He originally wanted to use this to lead to the fact that he painted Shen Xing, and then abducted Shen Xing away logically.

However, Shen Bansheng's heart skipped a beat, he turned his fiery gaze to Meng Xian's, and saw himself who was about to lose control of his emotions reflected in the other's dark pupils.

He suddenly felt that he was just thinking too much, or that the person in front of him had investigated him and knew that he had something like a white moonlight, so he said these seemingly non-existent words to disturb his mind.

If he really couldn't help it for a while, he would fall into the other party's way.

Meng Xian watched Shen Xing's bright eyes suddenly dimmed just now, his face was as indifferent as when he saw Shen Xing for the first time.

He realized almost instantly that the words he said just touched Shen Xing's special scales.

Shen Xing raised his eyebrows, as if the undercurrent and turbulence just now didn't exist: "Really? It's a good hobby, I'll go first."

Meng Xian knew that the other party was afraid that he didn't want to say anything now, so he watched Shen Bansheng leave, and watched him walk across the bustling road with a backpack on his shoulder...

When Meng Xian saw that Shen Xing was so far away that there was not even a small black shadow, he turned around and looked at the school where Shen Xing came out of. After a while, he entered the stationery store opposite the school. strangeness.

When he came out of the stationery store, he held a sketchbook in his right hand and a watercolor pen in his left.

He originally planned to buy colored pencils, but the moment he picked them up, he suddenly felt that he should like watercolors more. He couldn't express that feeling, as if he was born to know how to walk with his feet and eat with his mouth. born with.

So he ended up ditching the colored pencils and buying watercolors.

He didn't know how to make these things at all, but he still bought them because of Shen Xing's unusual reaction.

I was probably obsessed, thinking about an underage child.