Wildfire Mambo

In the first 19 years of his life, Jian Zhuo actually never thought of having trouble with his two big fangs.

Until last week, he flew to Xi'an with Qi Yike to join in the excitement of the first stop at the eight-mile underground station. Before he stepped into the gate of 1935, he was forced to stop by the sound of air breaking through the air.As soon as he turned around, he saw Qi Yike quickly backed away to avoid the man's punch.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Jian Zhuo stepped between the man and Qi Yike, raised his head and shouted at the man.

"I can meet you here too?" Qi Yike pulled Jian Zhuo behind him, "I read the almanac when I went out, but I didn't tell me that I would meet an idiot today."

There were four people who came, and the tallest man who just beat someone looked like a Uyghur.

"Echo, did I warn you not to talk nonsense with your mouth open every day?" The man approached them.

"Is it fake that you fly the leaves?" Qi Yike laughed, "Just tell the truth. Go back and clean up the bottom, don't be caught by the police. You still have great achievements in trade."

Jian Zhuo stared at that face, then suddenly remembered, and said to Qi Yike: "He is Nigmaiti who released your song diss in August?" He remembered OSOM, which was Qi Yike's label, and Nijati’s beef can be traced back to the ancient times when Xinjiang was disconnected from the Internet in 09.

"You fucking idiot? My name is Nijati!" Nijati became even more angry, then turned around and said, "What is this kid doing? Has he graduated from junior high school?"

"I'm nineteen!" Jian Zhuo raised his middle finger to Nicati.

"You?" Nicati raised his eyebrows and looked Jian Zhuo up and down, wearing loose and cheap trendy clothes.He suddenly remembered the garbage that Qi Yike always brought with him that his friends often talked about, "Echo, it's not easy for you to breastfeed every day, so I don't even have the heart to beat you."

He turned around and said to Jian Zhuo: "Come to be a paid audience? The youngest guy in the competition today is only fifteen. When will you open our eyes?"

Nijati's friend laughed, "Are you fucking Qi Yike's slut? I've never seen such a nanny who can't get up."

Jian Zhuo was trembling with anger, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word, what could he say?

"Did you kiss the toilet with your mouth today?" Qi Yike frowned and went forward to grab Nigati's collar.

There were more and more people around, and some spectators who had never seen this kind of formation quietly raised their mobile phones to record.Nijiati looked around for a week, and couldn't bear to be watched by everyone, so he opened Qi Yike's hand and gestured to leave.

Qi Yike was about to rush forward, but Jian Zhuo grabbed his arm, "Qi Yike."

Seeing Jian Zhuo's stubborn appearance, Nijiati became even more excited, "Little brother, I'm a little curious."

Jian Zhuo didn't react for a moment, raised his head and looked at him, and heard the man say again, and opened the corner of his mouth to show his teeth: "Will you knock your two big fangs with a mic? Pay attention, I mean if, if you have the opportunity to go on stage, remember to hold it far away...it will be very harsh if you hit the microphone."

Nijati moved his face closer, leaned against Jian Zhuo's ear and said softly, "Don't die in Qi Yike's recording studio."

They were free to come and go, leaving behind a lot of nonsense and leaving Jian Zhuo holding Qi Yike's arm in a daze, without any reaction for a long time.

In fact, he should have gotten used to it long ago, because the shade and criticism he got from following Qi Yike over the years were all accompanied by him.

Now he is indeed a nobody, so it doesn't matter what he says.But these bright guns have always been thrown at Qi Yike. They couldn't find any other place to slander Qi Yike, so they put some hats on them, saying that Qi Yike was a waste lover, saying that Qi Yike Ke Jin Mo Zhehei, the aircraft carrier still can't be dragged, and it will only become as waste as waste in the end.

This made Jian Zhuo very uncomfortable.

I don't know if my brain has not turned the corner, but on the first day Jian Zhuo returned to Chengdu, she rushed straight to the door of a dental clinic in the business district outside her rented house.

It is said to be a clinic, but its European-style architectural style is actually more like a private club.As a result, Jian Zhuo was uncertain for a long time, and had to probe outside to make sure whether it was the clinic that ranked first on Dianping.com.

But the moment he really wanted to go in, Jian Zhuo had lingering worries again.

He suddenly remembered that his sister always called him Adventure Little Tigers at the top of his voice when he was in elementary school and junior high school, and he also thought of the many peach blossoms he had recruited since he was a child, all of them mentioned in love letters that he liked him and smiled Little Huya.

Isn't this rectification a complete farewell to the past self? Jian Zhuo is still reluctant.

However, the deeper reason is that he has no money this month.

You can't afford to eat and go to get your teeth fixed?

It is well known that dental plastic surgery is expensive.

He once witnessed Qi Yike put on that nano-patch, and the effect was immediate, making his teeth shine.In the bar night scene, as long as Qi Yike smiles, he can catch one right away.

It just cost tens of thousands.

Wouldn't it be better to knock all the fucking gold?Jian Zhuo always doesn't understand the aesthetic taste of the rich second generation.

Jian Zhuo squatted in front of the vending machine, staring at the clinic's light board in a daze. When he got up, he kicked over an empty soda glass bottle, and walked towards the subway entrance, holding Tianfutong, the one with the most balance in all his cards.

That is one of his many jobs. He works as an MC in a bar, and occasionally takes the DJ class. He must stir up the heat of the sensual scene, so he can only shout "the one with the shortest skirt" in a stupid way. Beautiful girl, come to the front", bouncing up and down on the stage like those monkeys below, but I don't know who is the monkey.

He wrinkled his nose in the cold wind, turned up the hood of the sweater and tightened the zipper.

Jian Zhuo has passed by this clinic for a week in a row, so she didn't pay attention to it, and passed by in a hurry.But now it is different, every day when he goes to work in the evening, the clinic is just off work, at this time Jian Zhuo will squat for a few minutes in front of the red vending machine across the street, watching people in formal white uniforms come in and out.

He couldn't say why he was doing this, maybe it's called novelty hunting psychology, these serious people are quite strange in his eyes.

This morning, Jian Zhuo sold a watch and got his salary again. After paying the rent, there is almost [-] left.The tense situation suddenly relaxed, which made him a little at a loss.

He firmly believed in what his father said that if you have money, you will have confidence, so he gritted his teeth and finally walked across the street to the hospital, where he got an orthodontic first visit in a daze.

"Which doctor should I consult?"

Jian Zhuo frowned, looked up at the shift schedule on the left wall, and yelled casually, "...Chen Xu?"

"Brother Chen is going to study." A voice sounded from behind Jian Zhuo, Jian Zhuo was a little frightened, turned his head to look, but his eyes only covered the badge that the man was hanging on, and the metal signature pen pinned to his pocket , and a crumbling silver pocket watch.

He looked up and saw that the doctor had just pulled off the light blue mask, was staring at him with lowered eyes, and stretched out his hands to roll up his sleeves, as if he was about to leave at any time.

"Teacher Zhou!" The nurse greeted happily, and quickly handed over a red Fuji from the table, "Do you want to eat apples?"

The white foam encloses the red fruit in a fine and dense net, revealing its attractive color respectfully in every small cell.

Damn, nympho.Jian Zhuo thought to himself, how could he be as virtuous as Jian Mo.

Unexpectedly, the man waved his hand, and the nurse turned around and said to Jian Zhuo, "That's right, Mr. Chen has gone to study. If you want to find him, you may have to wait for half a month... it should be on the 27th."

Jian Zhuo tugged at his braid anxiously, "What about now? Who is free?"

The nurse looked it up on the computer, "I can only trouble you to come early next Monday..."

"What about him?" Jian Zhuo raised his chin, pointing to the doctor beside him, "Isn't it empty?"

The nurse was a little embarrassed, and was about to answer when she heard the doctor tell Jian Zhuo that he would wait for Jian Zhuo here tomorrow afternoon.

Jian Zhuo was a little unhappy, because he didn't know if he still had the determination to do the correction tomorrow.

He glanced up at the doctor slightly, only to see that the doctor was also looking at him, his expression was standard gentle, but there was no extra emotion.

Jian Zhuo had already walked to the recording studio, but he was still thinking about this word over and over in his heart, always thinking that it sounded so like an empty-nester old man.

The phone was vibrating in his trouser pocket, he picked it up, and he knew it was Qi Yike when he heard the noisy background sound.

"Come here for dinner." Qi Yike didn't finish his sentence, but was obviously dragged by other voices, and said "Come right away, come right away" to somewhere, before turning his head to respond to Jian Zhuo, "Do you hear me?" ?”

"Aren't you in the recording studio?" Jian Zhuo realized this, but he rode the subway all the way here and no one came to give him an access card?

"Big brother's birthday." Qi Yike hurriedly explained, and then yelled at him for not grasping the center: "Hurry up, hurry up, there will be no food tonight."

"Today?!" Jian Zhuo suddenly panicked, "Isn't it all over?"

"Hahaha! The old man born in the 30s celebrates the lunar calendar." Qi Yike respectfully calls OSOM founder Liu Zhi "brother" on the surface, but secretly always calls him "old man". It is clear that Liu Zhi is only [-] years old now.

Jian Zhuo murmured "Got it", and asked Qi Yike to send the detailed address to his mobile phone, then turned around and got into the subway.

The warm wind gushing from the tunnel always made him dizzy.

When Qi Yike finally met Jian Zhuo at the subway entrance, it was almost 08:30.

The reason why he hurried out to find someone was that the person in front of him had just quarreled with him on his mobile phone, and he insisted on confronting him, saying that there was obviously no restaurant called Lanqiao on the right side of subway exit b.

"I'm really convinced of you." Qi Yike squeezed in front of Jian Zhuo with a cigarette in his mouth, then raised his arm and pointed towards the green bushes, "Isn't there!"

Jian Zhuo followed behind Qi Yike and looked up, seeing him push aside the green plants, a winding road stretched inside, leading to a wooden gate.And the plaque on the eaves reads "Lanqiao" in running script.

"Who can see this." Jian Zhuo put his hand on Qi Yike's shoulder and said helplessly.

You are too short.Qi Yike said.

On the outside, Jian Zhuo usually doesn't reveal how difficult he is to get along with, as long as he is not in a situation of bitterness, deep hatred and polarized views.

Although it is another scene in front of acquaintances.

According to Qi Yike's words, in their circle, physical contact is the only way to acquaintance.Jian Zhuo has naturally acquired a whole body of skills, hugging and punching people around is commonplace, but it is like a fish, sticky.

Following behind Qi Yike, Jian Zhuo walked back and forth to greet the oncoming people, bumping shoulders, bumping fists and saying a silly "Whassupman" in his mouth.Liu Zhi asked a lot of people for his 30th birthday. After all, the circle is similar, so he has also met many people with Qi Yike, and he can still call them by name when they see each other.

He calls other people brother, and he also jokes. He seldom makes fun of others, but mostly teases himself.At the party, the atmosphere will be properly warmed up, and he will get a lot of love. Those who have been with him will define Jian Zhuo as a "good" person.

Even if the impression only stops here.

"The flames are here." Liu Zhi saw Jian Zhuo from a distance while sitting on the wooden chair by the window, beckoned to him, pulled away the seat beside him, and patted him schematically.

Jian Zhuo stepped forward and sat next to Liu Zhi without any hesitation, although he still mumbled a sentence: "I can't sit down. I didn't even prepare a birthday present for my brother."

"What do you give me, kid." Liu Zhi said, seeing Jian Zhuo say "No", stood up again, picked up the big beer glass with his palm from the table and poured it into his mouth.

A small amount of the bright yellow bitter drink escaped and clung to the front of his black sweater.

"Where did you learn such a silly way of apologizing?" Liu Zhi laughed, stretched out his hand to hook Jian Zhuo's neck and pulled him back to his seat, and then knocked on the table: "Children are so self-conscious. If you don't drink anymore, it will be a little unreasonable." gone?"

Another senior stepped forward to pour wine, but Jian Zhuo still couldn't escape.He took another big sip, hugged the big cup and grinned, "Brother is running around today." Then he turned to Liu Zhi and said, "Brother, didn't you say you want to go behind the scenes? But everyone is very reluctant to part with you. Give it another go before you leave, and invite Li Zhi to sing a hook for you."

Jian Zhuo shook her short braids, "The cross-border collision of the super group DOUBLE Zhi."

Everyone laughed, and started booing again, the table was filled with smoke, and there were constant sounds of wine glasses clinking.

Because she was always jumping around at the wine table, Jian Zhuo was always being fed, and she couldn't slow down before the third round, probably because she was drunk too much.He finally couldn't bear it anymore, held his own cup tightly, and held it to his lips, not giving others a chance to pour the wine, leaning on the back of the chair and looking ahead erratically.

There are many familiar faces, and a few who have never seen it...and one who has seen it but feels unfamiliar.He stared blankly at that person from the other person, and before he recovered, he was held up by Qi Yike's shoulders again, and he was about to talk about Dashan to another realm all the way.

Hearing other people calling that person "Boss Xiao Zhou", Jian Zhuo followed suit.

He responded to Qi Yike, and still secretly looked at that person from time to time, trying to remember who that person was.The brain is dulled by alcohol, which makes people feel that it is a heart-scratching human suffering that they seem to remember but not remember.

Jian Zhuo poked Qi Yike on the other side, and asked what the man's name was Zhou.

Zhou Shuchen.Qi Yike threw him a sentence, almost drowning in the noisy background sound.

Oh, Zhou Shuren.Jian Zhuo repeated in a low voice.Zhou Shuren, Zhou Shuren, no wonder they sound so familiar.

Qi Yike hooked Jian Zhuo, and when he really had nothing to say, he started to tease Jian Zhuo again.Laughing at his limbs is really bad, and the audience reported how many times Jian Zhuo had passed the subject three exams, as well as the glorious deeds that he had not been able to learn in skateboarding so far.

Jian Zhuo stretched out his legs and kicked him while laughing, without any mercy, Qi Yike let out a ghostly scream with a strong acting nature.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Shuchen slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at them.Such a familiar gaze angle made Jian Zhuo finally forcefully pull out the person in his memory.

Isn't this the dentist just now?

Zhou Shuchen has inner eyes, and when he lowered his eyes, he put down the thin layer of skin that was squeezed in when he raised his eyes, making it look softer, like a surrender after a war.Jian Zhuo is not very tall, so he always gets the line of sight from this angle, which always gives him the illusion that Zhou Shuchen is a gentle and serious doctor.

Even if he is sitting in such a sensual field now.

Zhou Shuchen noticed Jian Zhuo's straightforward and long gaze, but he didn't know what kind of face attracted the attention.

Jian Zhuo is trying hard to control his eyes not to float on Zhou Shuchen's arm, but he still has to be swayed by the silver chain every now and then.

By, Audemars Piguet.

Jian Zhuo really clicked on the AP official website to choose his favorite watch, how exaggerated is it?It was so exaggerated that he even remembered the model number of the female watch.At this time, he will force himself to close the browser, open FL to make songs, and tell himself, "If you don't work hard today, you will become garbage tomorrow, and you can't afford AP the day after tomorrow."

Who said that being a doctor can't make money?Jian Zhuo began to recall.

Just when the person between them got up to toast, although he felt surprised, but with the drunkenness of drinking for three rounds, Jian Zhuo sat down in a seat, moved a little closer, and looked at him After a while, he called him lightly again, Doctor Zhou.

Seeing him lightly pinch the cigarette that someone else just lit for him when he was approaching.Jian Zhuo's heart was blocked by a strange emotion.I want to ask, aren't you a dentist, why are you here, and why do you smoke.

But I feel that such a question is really not good or bad, obviously they are not very familiar with it.

No, not familiar at all.

It's just that my stomach is always empty after drinking, and I'm panicking. In my ears, someone is talking to Zhou Shuchen about the curry crab in the Thai restaurant invested by the Global Center. .

The pork ribs wrapped in sugar solution looked like he couldn't catch small fish in the pond in the community when he was young, and he would swim out when touched by the chopsticks.With his right hand clasped on the lower edge of the chair, Jian Zhuo stared blankly at his weird left hand holding wooden chopsticks.

He just couldn't get used to it, and he didn't understand why the 19-year-old himself had to try to use chopsticks like those babbling children.

From the corner of her eye, Jian Zhuo actually felt that everyone seemed to be looking at him at this moment.

He frowned, became a little nervous, and pinched harder, but fortunately, the ribs had some eyesight, subdued under his chopsticks, and pulled out a shallow sugar strand in the air.Finally, Jian Zhuo let go of the glass turntable that he had been holding.

The moment Jian Zhuo's cat's tongue touched the ribs, he had no choice but to run away, the surface of his tongue was numb, and he was almost scalded to tears.He blushed with shame, and quickly raised his head and fanned his hands in an attempt to physically cool his mouth.

Zhou Shuchen sat on one side and witnessed the whole process of the child's hard work. Those who didn't know it thought that Jian Zhuo was representing the Chinese team in the World Olympics.

He stretched out his hand and put the untouched bowl of ice-drunk bean curd in front of Jian Zhuo. The silver spoon slid down as the bottom edge of the porcelain bowl hit the table, and knocked against the edge of the bowl, pulling the thin white bean curd out of a gap.

The sweet cold bean curd is wrapped in clear juice, and a bright red wolfberry is embedded in the middle.

Jian Zhuo raised his head to look at Zhou Shuchen again in a daze, he was still entangled by other people, he didn't look at himself at all, as if nothing happened just now.

The stamina of the liquor gradually increased, and Jian Zhuoxu saw the distorted self folded out of the silver spoon handle, with a face flushed drunk, just like the wolfberry.