Pushing open the door of the Mu Guang Bar, a strong beam of light shone directly at us. I, having spent the entire night in booths that were either dazzling or dim, coupled with the constant stage smoke and all sorts of secondhand smoke, was not used to the sunlight and fresh air. I immediately ran to a corner and started dry-heaving.
But when I weakly leaned against the wall and looked back at the Mu Guang Bar, I still felt that the environment inside suited me better.
Through the half-open door of the bar, I could vaguely see the bar's lights. The light was like a mysterious giant hand, gently caressing the strings of time, stirring the hearts of people like me.
In the haze of smoke, it appeared and disappeared, like a dream, its light like a meteor streaking across the night sky, making people yearn for it.
Perhaps, only people like me, who have willingly fallen into depravity, would feel this way.
"Ruan Qi, what are you doing again? Hurry up and go to the art exhibition with me."
Standing to the side, Feng Feng seemed to have lost his patience, his tone becoming somewhat sharper.
"Alright, alright, I'm going, is that okay?"
I finally tore my gaze away from the Mu Guang Bar and turned to see Feng Feng already in the driver's seat of the Harvard H5. Seeing that he was about to use his broken horn to remind me to get in the car, I beat him to it and sat in the passenger seat. Then, he drove me away from my second "home."
The art exhibition opened at nine-thirty in the morning, and there was still half an hour to go. Besides, the Mu Guang Bar was only a little over eight kilometers from the exhibition. Fortunately, Feng Feng wasn't driving too fast, so we chatted idly.
"You've been hanging out in bars every day since you and Mi Xinxin broke up in Shanghai. It's fine to do it for a month or two, but you've been doing it for three years. You've met a lot of girls during that time. Isn't there one that catches the eye of our young master Ruan?"
Feng Feng, sitting next to me, turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of playfulness.
"Get lost," I replied with a casual two words.
Seeing that I didn't want to talk, Feng Feng didn't press the issue. Just as Feng Feng had asked, I had indeed been frequenting bars for three years, and I hadn't stopped during that time.
Therefore, my reputation in the bar was particularly loud. Plus, after drinking, I always habitually sang a few lines, and my drinking buddies all respectfully called me the "Bar God of Song." It was with this "talent" that I met the woman who would be unforgettable to me for the rest of my life – Yang Fei.
When I first saw Yang Fei, I was drunk as usual. But this ill-intentioned girl was sitting in a booth nearby, smiling at me with ill intentions. I was about to go over and ask if she was too lonely, and if she wanted me, her big brother, to keep her company. But before I could finish speaking, she cursed at me, "You pervert!" and then turned and grabbed the LV bag on the nearby table and ran towards the door.
I was completely baffled by the scene in front of me, so I shouted at her, who had already disappeared outside the door, "You bitch!" and spat. Then, I was satisfied and returned to the booth to continue drinking draft beer, watching the women under the colorful lights. They were mostly dressed very revealingly, with most wearing black silk stockings with hip-hugging skirts, and a few wearing fishnets or white silk stockings.
In fact, you don't need to think to know they are "Princesses." They dress like that to better manipulate men.
Just as I was recalling what happened that day, Feng Feng immediately stepped on the brakes. Because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, the car immediately lurched forward, and I also leaned forward. Finally, my head hit the windshield.
My temper immediately exploded, and I cursed fiercely, "You fucking idiot, can't you drive?"
Feng Feng didn't bother with me, got out of the car, and slammed the door shut, as if venting his anger. I thought to myself,
"When did this bastard become so petty? He can't even be cursed at, it's a complete reversal of the situation."
But when I saw the woman who got out of the BMW 740Li Leading Model across from me, I almost turned to stone.
Because this woman was none other than Yang Fei, the one I had met that day and who had called me a pervert before running away.
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