Wildfire Mambo

"Jane Mo!"

Jian Zhuo knocked on the door several times in a row but no one answered, he became a little irritable, "Where is Jian Mo! You fucking don't stay late for self-study today!"

"I'm washing the dishes..." Jian Mo came out with wet hands to open the door.Before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of Zhou Shuchen standing behind Jian Zhuo, and was a little surprised: "Hi, Shuchen..."

"Don't let us in?" Zhou Shuchen smiled, and handed a small bouquet of flowers to Jian Mo's hand as if by magic.

This operation really stunned Jian Zhuo, how long did it take to buy the flowers?Sure enough, people have lived longer these years because of their different ranks.

Jian Mo witnessed the whole set of strange behaviors of her younger brother waiting for Zhou Shuchen to sit on the left end of the couch before choosing to sit on the rightmost single sofa.

"...Jian Zhuo, why did you come with Shu Chen?"

Jian Zhuo crossed her legs and buried her head in playing with her mobile phone, but she didn't answer.

Zhou Shuchen sat down, "Are you busy recently?"

And Jian Zhuo was silently yelling at Zhou Shuchen behind Jian Mo, warning him to apologize quickly.Zhou Shuchen raised his eyes to look at him, and laughed uncontrollably.

"It's okay, but it's the end of the semester, and I often have to stay up late for self-study." Jian Mo brewed a cup of buckwheat.

"Jian Mo! If you want to scold you, hurry up and scold you, the scumbag came here this time to vent your anger." Jian Zhuo stepped on the sofa and jumped behind Jian Mo, really couldn't stand the whining.

"Who are you talking about, kid!" Jian Mo scolded, and quickly elbowed Jian Zhuo, then turned around and asked, "Shu Chen, what's the matter with you this time?"

Zhou Shuchen blinked, as if to follow Jian Zhuo's heart: "I don't want you to misunderstand what happened last time."

A scumbag is a scumbag, and with a few words, he can take himself for granted. "It's not appropriate. I don't know if I said it earlier. What's the use of saying it now?"

Jian Mo was surprised, she didn't know which family's firecrackers her younger brother was eating, so she pulled Jian Zhuo down: "What are you talking about with your mouth open all the time?"

"He didn't lie to you..." Jian Zhuo raised his head and said.

"Who did you lie to? Me?" Jian Mo couldn't bear it anymore, "I asked him to help me lie to my mother."

Jian Zhuo looked at Zhou Shuchen, and heard Jian Mo continue to say: "It's not like you don't know about that person, Mom. I was really annoyed by being urged to get married, so I asked Shu Chen to help me act, but in less than two months, my mother gave me an act." Found."

"...You were obviously still pronouncing his name and calling him a liar."

"I'm talking about mom, because she clearly promised me not to force it before." Jian Mo was almost speechless, "Later she called Shu Chen specifically. Alas, I feel very sorry for him."

Zhou Shuchen still said it doesn't matter, obviously he didn't laugh, but it made Jian Zhuo realize what it means to "influence with love".Staring at Zhou Shuchen felt like Buddha was shining everywhere, which made him wish he could rush downstairs to dig the soil for himself before he died.

Jian Mo remembered and asked, "Why did you come here with Shu Chen?"

Seeing that Jian Zhuo over there was stunned for a long time without giving a response, Zhou Shuchen had no choice but to say, "He came to me for correction."

"I didn't come here specifically to look for you, but you happened to be free at that time." Jian Zhuo clarified.

"Yes." Zhou Shuchen patiently agreed, and then he turned his head and repeated to Jian Mo: "It's because I was the only one free when Xiao Zhuo came."

Jian Mo pursed her lips, the more she looked at the way these two people got along, the more weird she felt.

"You still have your teeth fixed?" Jian Mo realized, "Didn't you all get kicked out by the landlord last month and come to sleep with me? Where did you get the money?"

"...The salary has been paid."

"How many thousand can you earn a month? How much do you have left after excluding other expenses?" Jian Mo has a general understanding of Jian Zhuo's living conditions, but every time he wants to help Jian Zhuo, the child will only angrily call her push further.

"I can help Xiao Zhuo directly." Zhou Shuchen tried to interrupt this topic.

"You dare!" Jian Zhuo reprimanded, and he turned to Jian Mo and said, "I can pay the whole amount at once!"

Jian Mo was about to speak, but saw Jian Zhuo's empty wrist under the big sleeve, she was stunned, and picked up Jian Zhuo's arm.

Jian Zhuo unnaturally wanted to shrink back, but met Jian Mo's blank eyes: "...Did you give him a watch?"

Jian Zhuo explained hastily, "No. I didn't bring it out."

Jian Mo glanced at him, that straightforward gaze made Jian Zhuo subconsciously look away.

Everyone knows, how is that possible, since Jian Zhuo got the watch at the coming-of-age ceremony last year, no matter what situation he was in, he never took it off, not even once.

Jian Mo found it difficult to speak: "Jian Zhuo, I never care what others say, because I have my own eyes."

"I don't know what you guys are playing every day. With that money, you buy clothes, shoes, pick up girls, drink alcohol, do you still take drugs?" Jian Mo stood up, "Sell the watch today, okay, then tomorrow Go steal the real estate certificate and sell the house! After that? What else can you sell? You will be twenty next year, why are you always so whimsical."

Jian Zhuo's eyes drifted out of the window.

There was no sound other than the TV in the room, and from the corner of his eyes, he seemed to see Jian Mo covering his face and facing him sideways.There are also men and women on the screen shouting about love like clowns. He stared at them for a while, but there was nothing in his mind.

"You go." After a while, Jian Mo said again, "Anyway, you have never heard what we said."

Jian Zhuo shook his head pretending to have nothing to do, his eyes were stiff and only looked forward, and he walked towards the door, followed by the sound of closing the door again.

He originally wanted to go back directly, but lowered his eyes and wanted to raise his arms to check the time, but he reacted before his eyes landed, and turned his head to press the phone screen.

Twelve point five.

At such a time, the buses are out of service.The mobile phone only has [-]% battery, and it costs only five yuan in the pocket.

Not knowing what she was thinking, Jian Zhuo ran to the red vending machine and bought a bottle of [-] yuan Coke.

Grabbing the two steel coins spit out by the machine, Jian Zhuo realized that this seemed to be the so-called hedonism.

When Zhou Shuchen walked in front of Jian Zhuo, he only heard him say "I'm bringing you trouble" and hung up the phone, and at that moment the phone was turned off as if it was dying.

"Why are you..." Jian Zhuo seemed to be afraid of being exposed to some secret, and seemed a little panicked, and took half a step back, almost falling backwards.

Jian Zhuo didn't want to pay attention, but Zhou Shuchen sat down on the bench next to him.

"Jian Mo said that your father gave you that watch at your coming-of-age ceremony, and you liked it very much, and said that it was the gun you used for the expedition." Zhou Shuchen turned to look at him, "Why?"

"Why?" Jian Zhuo didn't look at him, "Lack of money."

Jian Zhuo twisted the Coke, and a large number of bubbles gushed out like a cloud of smoke rising from a rocket jet.

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes, without any hesitation, took off the Audemars Piguet on his wrist, and handed it to him: "This watch is for you."

"Sell it, throw it away, whatever you want." Zhou Shuchen looked at him seriously again, and pulled his wrist.

"You are fucking crazy!" Jian Zhuo seemed to be on fire, and fled backwards.

Zhou Shuchen grabbed his arm, "Who did you sell it to and where did you sell it? Let's get it back."

"I don't know...I don't know!" Jian Zhuo was a little broken when asked, and the contents of the phone call just now surged up like stomach acid, burning his throat sorely.He broke free from Zhou Shuchen's shackles, lost his focus and fell to the ground.

Jian Zhuo wanted to organize his words in a very short time, but his mind was still blank. He supported his hand, and finally he could only say: "Leave me alone..."

Zhou Shuchen seemed to stand in front of Jian Zhuo for a long time without saying anything.

Suddenly, he pulled Jian Zhuo up and stuffed Jian Zhuo into the carriage, without the slightest bit of civilization belonging to intellectuals.

"What do I rely on you for!"

"Aren't you going to take my car?" Zhou Shuchen's voice was blocked by the car window.

Jian Zhuo felt in a trance that this process was like unloading.

The habit of suppressing emotions was locked deep in his body by him, and he also felt that it was too stupid to expose some things to others, so Jian Zhuo dryly tried to change the topic: "Are you looking down on Jian Mo..."

Zhou Shuchen was a little confused, "No."

"Actually, it's also..." Jian Zhuo fell down on the seat, "Your conditions are too good."

Zhou Shuchen had nothing to do with him, and asked him again: "What's better?"

"The family background is not bad, the job is good, and the person is good-looking..." Jian Zhuo couldn't continue.

"What do you look like?" Zhou Shuchen followed his words, moved closer, and the smell of vetiver soaked in the fabric jumped out, completely enveloping him in the narrow compartment.

Jian Zhuo blushed for no reason, shrank back nervously, originally wanted to open up this question with Tai Chi, but couldn't bear Zhou Shuchen's hot stare, he turned his eyes away and said: "... so-so!"

Zhou Shuchen was completely locked into the blind spot by his turning of the head, but before he had a quiet time, he was wrapped around his face by a big hand again.

Zhou Shuchen gently supported Jian Zhuo's side neck with his broad palm, and climbed his fingers over the mandibular rock, exerting a little force to make him look directly at himself.

"Look again." Zhou Shuchen raised his eyelids and looked at Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo's heart pacing was as strong as his first time on stage, but he couldn't even do such a simple thing as exhaling. He just stared at the little mole on the end of Zhou Shuchen's eyebrows in a daze.

Zhou Shuchen scratched the newly grown stubble on the back of Jian Zhuo's neck with his thumb, as if urging him to give a new satisfactory answer.

Jian Zhuo came back to his senses and resisted Zhou Shuchen's approach, "...it's okay."

As a rap artist, it was the first time he realized that he almost bit his tongue when he usually spoke.

Zhou Shuchen raised his eyebrows, not knowing whether he was satisfied with the answer.Without changing his face, he returned to his original position and asked Jian Zhuo where he lived.

"...I'm not going home."

Jian Zhuo explained again, "The shared roommate has gone out these few days, and I didn't bring the key."

"Then where have you been sleeping these days?"

"New World." Jian Zhuo touched the back of the spoon, "A bar, you probably don't know it. It's like a staff dormitory."

Zhou Shuchen was startled: "Are children so fearless?"

Adapting to the needs of the class naturally has different gray areas everywhere. The New World is really famous. People who go there are mixed with mermaids, and things like drugging and playing black are endless. How could Zhou Shuchen not know.

How can the salary be high if you don't cheat? This truth is still well understood by Jian Zhuo, "You still treat me as if I were eleven or twelve years old?"

"And what am I afraid of being a man?" Jian Zhuo said, but suddenly remembered that the new world didn't seem to be very picky, and played with everything.

He couldn't bear Zhou Shuchen's eyes with a bit of a "parent role" for the first time, and began to explain: "I only start going to work every night show, and I always sleep when I go back...and I haven't brought the key, so I don't have a key." Can't go back."

Strange, this person even knows about the New World, so he pretends to be the first overseas Chinese to return to his hometown: "Damn, you must be lying to me! What did you say that you just returned to Chengdu and you don't know the place well, and you even know the bars."

He didn't wait for Zhou Shuchen's answer for a long time, but when he heard the sound of the engine pulling, he was taken aback for a moment, and asked again: "...Where are you going?"

Zhou Shuchen still didn't speak, Jian Zhuo narrowed his eyes blankly to glance at Zhou Shuchen, and saw him holding the steering wheel expressionlessly.After thinking for a while, Jian Zhuo suddenly realized, "Are you angry...?"

Carefully playing the carousel in his mind, Jian Zhuo thought about it and could only attribute the strange doctor's anger to the questioning of him.

"If you didn't lie, you didn't lie, just say no..." He muttered, "I don't blame you."

Zhou Shuchen still ignored him, Jian Zhuo made fun of himself, shut up and turned around to look at the front.But the more I thought about it, the more unpleasant it became, and I turned my head suddenly: "Why are you angry!" After speaking, the arrogance dropped sharply, "... I don't know how to read the atmosphere. If there is something wrong, you can just say it."

"Don't be angry..." Jian Zhuo inexplicably felt that he was wronged, and leaned over to Zhou Shuchen and said, raising his thin single eyelids and staring at him with a pleading tone: "It's all my fault."

Although he didn't know what was wrong with him, it was right to admit it first.

"I'm driving." Zhou Shuchen glanced at Jian Zhuo, but stopped driving without waiting for a closer look, "Also, I'm not angry."

The radio station is playing "Hollywood" in a black dress, and my thoughts become lighter following the tune, roaming in the winter night in Chengdu.

Zhou Shuchen heard the male voice singing "We're going to hollywood and never coming back", and at that moment he remembered that Jian Zhuo asked him where he was going.

He just thought that Jian Zhuo wanted to be that lone ranger, but he didn't learn how to take good care of himself.

After a long while without any response, Zhou Shuchen turned his head to look at Jian Zhuo while the signal light turned red.

Jian Zhuo has fallen asleep.

After a day of tossing and tiring, coupled with the lingering heating of the car's air conditioner, it's hard not to feel sleepy.So once again, he used practical actions to prove the fact that he really didn't have the slightest bit of vigilance, which really made Zhou Shuchen have mixed feelings.

The glare in the car went out the moment the engine was turned off, and only the pale white lights of the parking lot shone in.

"Jian Zhuo." Zhou Shuchen turned his head to call him, but he happened to see the flames tattooed on the back of Jian Zhuo's hand clearly. The left hand is red, and the right hand is black. They are lifelike, as if they were burned with flesh and blood, and they grow outward freely. .

Jian Zhuo didn't open his eyes, and mumbled in response.

"Get up, go to my house to sleep." Zhou Shuchen didn't even have the heart to touch him, just said.

Jian Zhuo immediately yelled "No".

"Then take you to the hotel?" Zhou Shuchen thought that Jian Zhuo's vigilance had finally risen, but he heard him say in a daze: "I don't want to go to other people's house...I have a plane to shoot at 04:30...It's too late... ..."

Zhou Shuchen looked at the time, and sure enough it was past two o'clock.

The child's attitude was so determined that he still held on to the doorknob in his sleep and would not let go.Zhou Shuchen was completely at a loss. If he wanted to sleep here, he could sleep here. He leaned over to turn down the air conditioner on Jian Zhuo's side.

In a daze, Jian Zhuo felt something fluffy scratching his face, and he rubbed his face against it, and it was as soft as expected, and the softness made him turn sideways and put it on the headrest The storage box grabbed Zhou Shuchen's arm logically, and hugged it in front of his face, the stiff braid hanging down and scratching the back of Zhou Shuchen's hand.

Zhou Shuchen was a little at a loss, "Jian Zhuo."

Jian Zhuo hadn't answered for a long time, and even estimated that he would blow his snot in the next second.