Chapter 17
Su Qianyan and Mo Lu met in a disco.
Unlike other messy discotheques, the owner here is a dance lover and has a bit of artistic flair. So the management is very careful. Most of the people on the dance floor are young people who are good at dancing.
It happened to be on the weekend, so there were many people. Crowds of people. Men and women huddled together for a collective revelry. People were dancing like crazy demons. The ambiguous lights make people imagine, and from time to time, girls' screams are heard, mixed with deafening music.
Su Qianyan was in a irritable mood and regretted coming here. With her current mood, she should find a slow blues bar, listen to leadbelly, and watch the dawn with a book in hand.
Mo Lu was lively, twisting and swaying. He noticed that Su Qianyan was tired and made some exaggerated body movements to arouse her interest.
Su Qianyan gradually became more active, quickly stretched her limbs, and performed a few jazz movements. Mo Lu happily cooperated, and the two of them swayed naturally with the dynamic rhythm.
The more passionate and chaotic the environment, the more lonely Su Qianyan's heart becomes. I was thinking about all kinds of things about Liang Xinyi, her arrogant gaze, the softness of her profile, the breath she exhaled against him...
The taste of sinking.
Su Qianyan gradually slowed down, and finally stood upright. Looking at the men and women writhing in love on the dance floor, she felt like she was about to suffocate. The suffocation of loneliness.
It turns out that love can make people lonely. No, it should be that when love is not reciprocated, it will backfire with a huge sense of loneliness.
Su Qianyan silently exited the dance floor, found a booth, and ordered a few bottles of cold beer.
She had never drank before, but she wanted to drink very much today. Since ancient times, wine has been used to relieve sorrow. I wonder if her sorrow can be eliminated with wine?
I took a bite and it was spicy. She frowned and took a big sip, but it got stuck in her throat and she coughed it out. She is a person who is good at grasping the rules. She quickly knew that she should open her throat completely, so she drank half the bottle smoothly. There is no pause in the middle, so you can't taste the bitter and spicy taste.
That's it, until I drank two bottles. She felt her surroundings begin to shake, and the dullness in her head worsened.
The strange thing is that her hearing seems to have become more sensitive, and it is easy to hear the movements around her. Behind her is the dance floor, and on the left and right are walls, and on one side is another more hidden booth. There were about two women inside talking quietly.
Suddenly, a woman said: "Asshole!"
Another female voice responded to her: "Sister K, you have drunk too much."
That sister K had a soft voice, but it was a little slurred. Maybe she was really drunk: "Did you call?"
The female voice said: "Didn't you dial just now? You said you were being bullied...Sister K, is this really okay?"
Sister K laughed: "She is very loyal, and I am not afraid that she will not come! Come on, let's continue drinking."
Su Qianyan turned back to look next door in a daze, and found that Sister K was a very beautiful person. Long, fluffy black hair like seaweed, soft white neck, and round chin. Su Qianyan still wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly a pair of hands covered her from nowhere - "Qianqian, why didn't you say anything to me when you stopped dancing?" It was Mo Lu.
Mo Lu looked at the empty wine bottle on her table, frowned and said, "Are you still drinking?"
Su Qianyan felt a little embarrassed. In her life as a good girl, she had never been involved in wine, sex and wealth. In the impression of her friends, it seems that she should not touch alcohol.
Mo Lu sighed: "It seems that you are in a bad mood. It's too noisy here. How about I go out with you for a walk?"
Su Qianyan looked at the wine on the table and felt a little reluctant to part with it. She wanted to know if she got drunk, would she forget that person temporarily? Even if it was just for a while, she wanted to do it at any cost.
Mo Lu saw her intention, sat down opposite her, and said seriously: "I won't allow you to become an alcoholic. Let's go, okay?"
Before Su Qianyan could answer, there seemed to be a quarrel in the booth next door. The beautiful lady K seemed to be dragged out of her seat by someone, while another person screamed: "Liang Xiaoran! Do you still have the gentlemanly demeanor!"
Liang Xiaoran...
Su Qianyan, who was dull at this moment, suddenly became more awake when she heard the name. She turned around and saw a tall woman hidden in the backlight, silent and restrained. One hand controlled Sister K.
Sister K's face is covered by long hair, and her graceful body is looming under the black leather skirt. At this moment, she was still struggling fearlessly, and she shouted exaggeratedly: "Let me go! You lunatic! Homosexual! Sister-obsessed!"
Su Qianyan was stunned for a moment, she was obsessed with sister... She felt that her head was not clear and the world was spinning.
