Wildfire Mambo

The so-called late night game naturally started in the early morning.

When Jian Zhuota arrived at the meeting place after eleven o'clock, of course not many people came, not to mention Qi Yike who advocates the theory of "latecomers get bigger".

He picked an empty sofa and sat down, looking around with a somewhat embarrassed expression, he could faintly hear the roar of applause.After driving away several enthusiastic colleagues with dead faces, Jian Zhuo immediately lowered his head and sent a distress signal to Qi Yike: "Son, why haven't you come yet?" '

'Still burning my head.I want the whole black person permed. '

-'Go away, you dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. '

'Warriors save me, someone is going to burn me! '

-'As for the Warriors, the Rockets and the Lakers can't save you. '

"Hey, Wildfire." A female voice sounded from behind him.

Jian Zhuo shuddered and almost hid the phone under her thighs. Sure enough, the stress response to being found secretly playing with the phone in high school still hasn't improved.He looked back and saw a woman in black curly curls leaning over the back of his sofa.

"Hello." Jian Zhuo replied, also a little surprised that someone recognized him.

The woman put her soft fingers on his shoulder, and then winked at him: "Brother Zheng would like to buy you a drink." She then pointed to the box inside.

"Which Brother Zheng?" Jian Zhuo didn't react for a moment, "Zheng Heng?"

"Otherwise?" The woman laughed and pinched the back of Jian Zhuo's neck affectionately, "Let's go, Brother Zheng has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zheng Heng?Zheng Heng who founded the label LUXE?

LUXE, who doesn't know who plays rap in the country, is a first-line label that started in the southwest region. Whether it is the speed of fame or the breadth of the audience, there is almost no other company that can compete with it.

It was only after seeing the other side that Jian Zhuo realized that there was no difference between Zheng Heng and the image shown on Weibo. They were the typical flamboyant son-in-law type. Same as hip hop.

"Jian Zhuo." When Jian Zhuo came in, Zheng Heng stroked his palms and stood up, saying his name word by word.

it's wired.Sure enough, it is very embarrassing for colleagues to read your name or stage name offline.

"Brother Zheng..." Jian Zhuo was obviously a little cautious, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say next.

"Haha, don't be so nervous." Zheng Heng waved at him, and when Jian Zhuo sat beside him, he naturally put his hand on Jian Zhuo's shoulder, "I've wanted to know you for a long time, and I just found the opportunity this time."

Jian Zhuo's heart began to pound, and excitement filled his body. He kept repeating in his heart that he could not float or float, even if the OGs in the circle knew him, he couldn't be too proud.

Damn, but he really wants to take out his mobile phone and post Weibo to make the world known.

An unknown female rapper with bright blue short hair snatched the microphone from other people, and just cut to Zheng Heng's famous song, she couldn't step on it, so she squeezed in and sang until Punchline Shi walked over to the sofa again, took advantage of the opportunity and sat on Zheng Heng's lap, giving a performance in front of him at a closer distance.

Zheng Heng was smoking and laughing, the woman turned her head and tried to pick up the cigarette stick, dropped the microphone, and placed her hand on Zheng Heng's shoulder.After snatching the cigarette, the two began to kiss, and even the sound of ** can be heard.

A burst of uproar erupted from all around, almost obliterating Jian Zhuo who was sitting on the side.No one said that the female rapper actually sang very badly, the booers didn't care, and Zheng Heng didn't even care.

The woman stopped, probably because she saw Jian Zhuo who was sitting very close but didn't react at all, she leaned on Zheng Heng's shoulder and asked, "Brother Zheng, how do you place a piece of wood?"

Zheng Heng laughed and asked the woman to stand up, "Sitting here are all brothers." He patted the sofa next to him, and let Jian Zhuo, who had escaped embarrassingly, come back.He briefly introduced the people in the box to Jian Zhuo. There were DJs and other friends who spread out from all walks of life, but most of them were rappers, and there were all famous rappers in the circle.

I don't know if it's the turbid air here or the confusing lights, Jian Zhuo is a little dizzy, but he is very excited in his heart, and the hand holding the wine glass even starts to tremble slightly.This was the first time he stayed with so many seniors in the circle.He looks around at these characters, many of whom play a more or less illuminating role in his progress.

He told himself to be more open-minded, and stop feeling too much rejection of the behaviors derived from the back of this culture.He swallowed a sip of wine and took the initiative to talk to him.

But the so-called social gatherings naturally have a heavy entertainment nature.How can there be such a wood in such a sensual field to talk about professional relations, let alone interests. When you are still an unknown person, in most cases, no one will give you generously.

After listening to talking about shoes, cars, and women for a long time, Jian Zhuo really couldn't get in the words, so he could only smile and squeeze out a few syllables to echo, feeling that he was a different kind again, and the situation everywhere was so embarrassing Awkward.

A topic was not over yet, Zheng Heng also stood up and asked what they were talking about just now.The emotional temperature of those people changed very quickly, as if stepping on lava, they began to lift the golden watch in Zheng Heng's hand.

Zheng Heng made the joke back again, but saw Jian Zhuo's arm holding the cup.He seemed a little drunk, and raised Jian Zhuo's arms more than usual: "The taste is not bad, this AP is very beautiful."

Jian Zhuo blushed instantly, and he even forgot to return the watch.God knows how shameless he is, walking around the market with other people's watches all day long.

"A gift from a friend." Jian Zhuo felt that Zheng Heng probably wouldn't believe that he was able to afford such things.

"Qi Yike?" Zheng Heng said, "Yes, Young Master Qi is indeed rich."

"You know that I know Qi Yike?" Jian Zhuo didn't explain, but asked.

"Who doesn't know? And people who don't know you will think you are from OSOM." Zheng Heng probably thought this question was funny: "Qi Yike wants you to come in so much, don't go, and don't do it either. Tell me He, you want to come to LUXE."

"You want to poach someone?" Of course Jian Zhuo knew how much he was, and then he suddenly realized the meaning behind Qi Yike's grand feast, "Qi Yike won't come."

"I know." Zheng Heng sat up, "He is a smart person, there is no need to foolishly take detours to do self-made things. He deserves a higher and bigger platform. If you come to LUXE, he will definitely come."

Jian Zhuo didn't look at him, "Brother Zheng was joking, of course I'm not qualified to enter LUXE."

Zheng Heng squinted his eyes and stared at Jian Zhuo for a moment, the atmosphere fell into a stalemate. Seeing that Jian Zhuo didn't seem to be loose at all, he turned his eyes away, and immediately asked the waiter to bring a few more bottles of wine into the box: "Don't talk about this, today I came here to play."

A young man around got up and lit a cigarette for Zheng Heng, and a large amount of unpleasant smell permeated into the closed space. It was more bitter than smoke, and the gray smoke floated in the closed space.

Jian Zhuo was choked and stood up at once.

Zheng Heng and his group stared at Jian Zhuo's actions as if they were aliens, "Haven't you ever played? Qi Yike didn't teach you?"

"We won't do these things." When Jian Zhuo said this, she knew that others would definitely treat him as an idiot, and she would think that this person was an envoy of justice sent from somewhere, always doing things in parties A spoiler.

But the bottom line is always there, they know it clearly, and they will not do something to regret for the sake of face.

Zheng Heng laughed loudly, as if he had caught some rare toy, he pulled Jian Zhuo back at once, gestured for the man to light a cigarette again, and handed it to Jian Zhuo, "Try?"

Jian Zhuo frowned and waved away Zheng Heng's hand holding the cigarette, and jumped away. The cigarette rolled with medicine fell to the ground and stuck into the carpet, exuding some burnt smell.

Zheng Heng drank a little too much, and was very annoyed by Jian Zhuo's disobedient behavior, his face changed a little.The person next to him was the first to attack, and he rushed up and grabbed Jian Zhuo's collar, "Shame on you? You don't even look at yourself as a f*cking bastard, and you should learn to be smart and wink when you lick Qi Yike's boss." .If you lose sight of Qi Yike, will anyone take a look at you?"

This seems to be Jian Zhuo's rebelliousness, perhaps stemming from inferiority complex, perhaps from unwillingness.The alcohol evaporated in his body, making him very angry, and his whole body was dizzy, without swallowing a breath, he pushed the man away and pushed him onto the sofa.

The man's emotions were already turbulent by the drugs, but at this moment they were completely ignited, and when he stood up, he straightened up and yanked Jian Zhuo's arm fiercely.Jian Zhuo frowned and shifted her weight back and forth, trying to avoid the man's movements, but saw the man grab the empty beer bottle on the table with his other hand, and smashed it on the coffee table violently, the glass shards were like comets It splashed and burst out with a sharp stab.

The weight is too light, Jian Zhuo can't resist him at all, and he is pulled closer by that person.The broken end of the wine bottle was covered with tiny sharp pieces and hit him on the face, even though Jian Zhuo reacted quickly and managed to dodge, he was still scratched by the small pieces on his face. Deep but very long.

The whole box was in chaos, someone seemed to want to rush up to break the fight, but there was no time.

The man waved the wine bottle again and pressed it against Jian Zhuo. This time, he was not so lucky. The trajectory was fixed, and he came straight to the side of his neck, and it was difficult to dodge when he was pulled. Of course, Jian Zhuo had the most basic physiological common sense. The carotid artery is untouchable.So he frowned and stretched out his hand to block the shards of glass, sharply inserted into Jian Zhuo's not-so-rough palm, and stopped the conquest until it touched the bone.

The blood overflowed at once, and hit the ground vertically along the body of the bottle, the pain hit every nerve of Jian Zhuo.Obtained by the man's momentary stupefaction, Jane snatched the bottle from the man's hand with red eyes, threw it on the ground viciously, kicked the man's abdomen with her leg, knocked him down completely, and broke the bottle in her palm again. The glass was torn out.Without the gag, Jiangu's wound oozes out more blood in an instant.Those fine blood beads did not keep up with his backward movement, escaped straight due to inertia, and flew towards the ground, sporadically marking the carpet.

The people around came up and held them down, but the man was still shouting on the ground, madly saying that he wanted to kill Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo turned around to break free from other people's shackles, and explained weakly: "Let go. I don't want to continue to fight."

He glanced at the struggling man lying on the ground. Although he was angry, he didn't want to get involved with the addict at all.

Zheng Heng frowned and said to call 120, but Jian Zhuo stopped him.

Jian Zhuo walked straight through the crowd with his bleeding right palm, without saying a word, he really didn't want to stay in this smoky place for a second.

Sure enough, he was not suitable for such an occasion at all, and he wanted to vomit when he heard the commotion in those sensual scenes.

He never understood why this culture has become so pompous now.Almost blindly copying the black people's set, clamoring to smoke and play with women is keepreal.It also rejects others with a look at traitors.

What's more, if you don't mix in the circle, should you be defined as heterogeneous?

Jian Zhuo's starting point has always been simple, he just wants to make music, so it's taken for granted, so innocent.He wants to be successful, so that more people can hear his voice.

The address is close to the suburbs, except for the business district, everything else is horribly deserted.Jian Zhuo looked around, but couldn't find any place that seemed to be able to treat his wound. There were only a handful of vehicles speeding by on the wide road.

The endorphins will gradually inactivate and the pain will become more pronounced after the show is over.The wound on his hand made him hiss in pain, Jian Zhuo pressed the wound with a tissue, and was soaked red in an instant.

He realized that he might have to go to the hospital this time, because the pain was a bit beyond his tolerance threshold.Jian Zhuo was a little discouraged and slumped on the stairs under the third ring overpass, the cold stone stairs felt chilly in the winter night.He gasped for breath, and the white mist fled in front of him.

He reached out to touch his mobile phone, wanting to call a car to go to the hospital, but at this moment, he saw Zhou Shuchen dialing a call.

Not knowing what she was thinking, Jian Zhuo hurriedly answered the phone with her uninjured left hand, and Zhou Shuchen's gentle voice sounded from the other end: "Has Xiao Zhuo arrived home safely?"

"...Here we are." Jian Zhuo lied with his eyes downcast, his eyes moved down and settled on the blood gushing out of his right palm, and he felt dizzy for a while.

"Unhappy?" Zhou Shuchen sensed something was wrong, "Is it because I didn't have a good dinner and regretted not being with me."

"Yes..." Without even thinking about it, Jian Zhuo squeezed out the answer before his brain. He didn't know that when he said this sentence, he had a strong nasal sound, and even the end sound was so long.He was a little sad, and repeated, "Yes."

"Zhou Shuchen." He called again without thinking.

"I'm here."

"Zhou Shuchen..." Jian Zhuo could no longer hold back when he heard Zhou Shuchen's voice, the sourness in his heart seemed to flow out together with the scorching blood, and all the stubborn barriers collapsed at this moment, only many, many, many With the willfulness that was missing in time, he said with tears: "I hurt so much. Dr. Zhou, I hurt so much..."