Night bar

? I, Director Ma, Lao Wang and a female colleague named "Man Man" got together for dinner. Through the glass window, raindrops dripped all over the window. Neon lights, car lights and street lamps flashed faintly on the ground, and they were colorful. The cold wind blew bean-sized raindrops and kept beating pedestrians.

? After dinner, the four of us, only Lao Wang and I held an umbrella and blocked the door.

"Where shall we go next? Going home? "

"Let's sing," the supervisor suggested loudly. "Or go to a bar."

? "No, I want to go back," the man replied firmly, leaning against Lao Wang whose shoulders were wet with rain.

? "Let's go, let's go," the supervisor urged. He is tall, and it is estimated that two people can't cover him with an umbrella. He just stood in the rain, wiping his hair wet with rain, and his bloodshot and sly eyes looked around in the rainy night.

Men and women ignored him and continued to look for a taxi on the side of the road.

"Why don't we go to the bar in front so that we can take a taxi?"

Men and women believed it, so they followed us three boys to the front bar.

The couple quickly got on the bus at the crossroads.

As soon as a taxi got off, it stopped in front of the man.

? The remaining three boys, we continue to face the wind and rain, stepping on the road full of rain and moving forward.

? "I don't think there will be many people tonight. Look at this heavy rain. " I faced the supervisor and then looked at the sparse crowd in the street.

"Yes, yes." "Seeing few people, we won't go," he said casually.

Walking into the gate of speace Bar is a security checkpoint. This is the first time I have seen it. Besides transportation and shopping, we have to go through the security gate. An overbearing strong man asked to be searched. Because I took the side door instead of the security gate. Lao Wang is the same as me, except that the security guard found the duck skull just installed in the restaurant and threw it on the dark mahogany cabinet at the door.

? "You can't eat," he said.

The evening performance is surrounded by a square sofa with black leather, and there are more than a dozen round bars in the middle, and the silver bars are shining.

? There are many big white balloons on the head, the size of two people folded. It is said that it will not fall until 12.

? The supervisor ordered six bottles of beer. Unexpectedly, Lao Wang, who is plain in character, obviously found himself in music. He was looking for dice and drinking beer. The supervisor was embarrassed. While persuading him to drink less, he handed him a cigarette. His limbs were stiff and he kept patting the table in front of him. Like a child waiting for dinner.

? Around me, there are many beautiful women coming and going. They wear heavy makeup and light makeup, revealing their shoulders or breasts slightly, as if they were coming out of the poster screen. A girl was on my right hand side and gave her a casual look. Her eyes, I see, are so old and complicated, as if they were so close to me. However, those eyes convince you again and again that this distance is so far that it reminds me of distant glaciers.

? To sum up, most of the eyes in the bar are those looking for prey everywhere, with burning eyes and blazing light. Some people pretend to be calm and domineering, and their shoulders shake slightly when they walk, like lions patrolling their own territory.

? People with single eyelids, thin eyebrows and thin lips are fickle at first glance, taking care of themselves and dancing in the night.

In front of the round table in the evening performance, the stage is made of iron plate, and people will be slightly bounced when they step on it, so people especially like to stand there, listening to the songs of the DJ who is close at hand, constantly moving their hands, shouting and jumping.

We three men are drinking beer. I don't like drinking. I only take a sip at a time, just enough to moisten my lips. Lao Wang drank half a glass at a time, and soon he drank almost all the beer, so the supervisor had to hide the beer.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of a movie, Hangover. The legendary story of three men at the night show changed their lives.

But we haven't changed anything, and I don't want to change.

The night is full of color, and the drums of music are like heartbeat. Numb people may want to come here to regain their heartbeat.

I feel very noisy.

Soon, at about 10: 30, people came to the stage in front of the Dj, dancing, tattooed, muscular men in undershirts, Africans with burgundy fake braids and sunglasses, reedy white hair and round-rimmed glasses, beautiful, ugly, cheerful and crazy. When these people get together, the only one who is actually * * * young is not a crime, but I feel very sad to think that these beautiful strong men who turn all beings upside down will eventually grow old after twenty or thirty years.

People always talk about eating, drinking and having fun, but I don't like this kind of environment at all, such as the religious gathering of primitive tribes in Africa, the fog of dry ice, flying confetti and deafening electroacoustics. The earth is shaking for it, giving people an illusion. Here, everything you do will be forgiven.

? No 12, I'm tired. The supervisor is also tired of dancing. His face is red and his hair is wet. I don't know if it was raining or sweating before.

? "Let's go," I said.

? "Do you want to stop playing for a while?"

? "No, I'm too tired. I have to go to work tomorrow. "

? "Hello," he said, "where is Lao Wang?"

"He said he was at the gate."

Walking down the stairs with a heavy soundproof curtain, Lao Wang is writing a work summary with his mobile phone in the stairwell.

"Go ahead," I said.

? So we walked to the door of the bar, and it was still raining.

? Lao Wang has not forgotten the duck skull he packed. But there are no more, only a few empty water bottles.

? We went back to the intersection where men and women took the bus just now.

"Oh, I forgot my ID card." The supervisor felt in his pocket and was surprised.

? "You want to' I'm back' Oh, you want to stay in a hotel? So hard, where to go next? "

I asked him in the rain late at night.

"Go and wash your feet."

? "It's not going to wash your feet, is it?"

? "No, no, no, vegetarian."

? "Look, there is an empty car."

? "You go ahead, Director."

"Don't you go with me? I am going to Nanping. "

? "No, we are not on the road."

"Good" He got into the car.

Lao Wang also got on another car.

I also took a taxi. The driver didn't turn on the empty headlights, saying that he was sending a mobile phone to a passenger. After getting on the bus, the young woman kept thanking the driver. The driver was neither enthusiastic nor indifferent. He just said, "If I want to sell your mobile phone, I can sell it for thousands of dollars. It's a pity."

When I got home, it was already dark.

I'm in a daze and smell like smoke. I took a bath, listened to the rain outside the window and wrote down my feelings today. I fell asleep several times and woke up several times. Maybe it's the beer, or I'm too sleepy. I fell asleep while writing.