Attack Stream of Life

    It's just a small gathering with friends, so it's not too formal, and there is no invitation, just a phone call and a partner to come to eat a home-cooked meal.

& nbsp; Had to be alone.

    In the end, they brought their family to take a look, hey, where is the master?

    "The kitchen is busy." Zhang Dao arrived early and was eating fruit with a fork.

    "The kitchen? How in the kitchen?"

    The guests put the gifts one by one on the cabinets aside, and find a place to sit in twos and threes.

    Speaking of all, they are friends of Qingchuan, but Qingchuan is a more powerful person in the literati circle, entertainment circle and club, so there is actually some mutual interaction between the guests I don't know, but when I had such an opportunity at this time, I got to know each other for a while.

    Of course, because there are grandma Qingchuan and elders at the scene, the first thing everyone must do is to come over, say hello to the elders, and say something pleasing to the elders Well, it's basic courtesy.

    My grandma usually sees people from the market, but today I suddenly saw many of these very grand people, and the smile never stopped. Knowing that his son is promising, but only at this time has such a clear understanding.

    A person's class can be seen from his friends.

    Who would have thought that just five years ago, their family was still living in a refugee village where fugitives gathered. Making a fuss over this trivial matter.

    At that time, she felt that the best ending for the family was to find a serious job, slowly save money to buy a house, find a girl from a similar family, get married and have children , continue to go on like this.

    Little sister was super excited because she found out that her latest male **** was among them.

    The male protagonist who is in the limelight recently is the Qiao Wan recommended by Qingchuan. number. He remembered his kindness, and even if he was on fire, he did not forget Qingchuan who supported him, and he always interacted with this side in the attitude of a younger brother.

    Qing Chuan gave him a stern talk and made Qiao Wan straighten his back. Seeing that he didn't have many private clothes, and was ridiculed for his lack of clothing taste, he took him out to match a few sets of clothes. Now they say they are friends.

    "Today we have a good time, Chef Gu cooks the dishes himself. Have you ever eaten the dishes made by our great writers? It won't leave for three days." Zhang Dao was so intoxicated that his wife couldn't stand it, so she smashed him with a date.

    "Sister Hong, why are you hitting me?"

    "You know what to eat, but you don't go to the plate?"

    Wife has spoken, what about Zhang Daoneng, so I have to go to the kitchen to get the dishes.

    "I'll go too." Jovan volunteered.

    Dishes were brought out one by one, and Gu Yansheng also came out.

    After taking off his apron, he dissipated the fire from the stove. He is also a great writer who does not eat human fireworks.

    Everyone is young, and there are no rules and the like, but the process of eating longevity noodles and cutting cakes and making a wish still has to go.

    "Wish for a new hit?"

    "It's already a big sale. The new book just went to Japan and was poorly prepared at the beginning. There were only more than 3,000 copies, and they were all robbed within a day. The word of mouth has fermented. Other countries are also selling well. And the reasoning is that there are no borders and no cultural barriers, so the English version has been sold in Europe and the United States, and the sales are also good. "

    "Then, make a wish and quickly find a lovely girlfriend."

    friends came up with ideas, everyone was casual, tore open their tightly buttoned sleeves, and kept shouting, "Hurry up, hurry up, wait. The food won't taste good when it's cold. You can just make a wish for world peace."

    "What? Are you serious? World peace?"

    "My God, Gu Adi, your craftsmanship is really good. This plate of white-cut chicken is delicious. It's also delicious. What kind of fairy craft is this? No, no, I have to lose weight... I, I will eat something lighter, and give the meat to you."

     "Really? I'll say that Gu Da is a good writer. If he opened a restaurant or something, it would be no worse than his writing."

    "Come on, what are you taking pictures of when he doesn't write a book? ... You put that plate of shrimp dumplings here for me."

    There are still people who are stealing and eating.

    "The first wish." As soon as Qing Chuan opened his mouth, the room fell silent, and the eaters swallowed what was in their mouths and put down their chopsticks.

    "I hope my family and friends around me are safe, healthy, free from disasters and diseases until the end of the year."

    "The second wish." Qingchuan picked up the glass, "I hope that the country will prosper, the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties will be reproduced, and the Chinese people will be able to be upright. One day, everyone can go back to their hometown. Look, the fallen leaves return to their roots."

    The wine table was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.

    "The third wish. In my lifetime, I will help promote the national culture to the world, and do my best as a little person in the entertainment industry."

    An old man who wrote martial arts stood up, walked to Qingchuan's side, reached out and patted his shoulder, "There will come a day."

    After the age of twenty, it seems that the default is to get married and have children.

    Basically overnight, Qingchuan found that many people began to care about his marriage. From the old mother at home to the neighbors next door, even the employees of the publishing house and lace magazines, there are many courtship letters in the letters from readers.

    Then, Qingchuan found that there were more beautiful girls dangling in front of him. It was brought over by the elders, and it was said that they were talking about business or something else.

    "Strange? You're more than just a writer now, you have your own publishing house, and one foot has been squeezed into high society circles. Rich He is powerful, handsome, personable, and has no bad hobbies. For many people, he is a good candidate for a son-in-law." Zhang Consort Zhang, who is very experienced in this regard, is afraid to pat Qingchuan on the shoulder, "Your sister-in-law. There are many sisters asking about you."

    "Huh?"

    Director Zhang looked at Qingchuan who had no idea what to do, and couldn't help the vicissitudes of the people who came over, "You know how to catch a son-in-law under the list? It's almost the same. It looks very interesting. Young people with unlimited potential and future, first decide for their daughter. If you are still a writer, your income is not stable, and you are not a good candidate, but if you have your own publishing house, things will be different. Speaking of which, I am too After the success of the first movie, my father-in-law noticed me first, and then your sister-in-law discovered me."

    "Don't you think I'm still young?" Qingchuan asked.

    "You're already twenty. And you're not getting married right away, so fall in love first. Whether it's a boy or a girl, accumulating a little experience in love before getting married doesn't count What a bad thing. As long as you don't mess around, many parents won't have a problem."

    "I think this time is the rising period of my career, I should pay more attention to my career." Qingchuan said seriously.

    "What can be delayed just by falling in love?" Consort Zhang didn't believe it at all, grabbed his coat, got up, and went to pull Qingchuan, "Go, brother will take you Go to a good place. When you look at you, you are not enlightened. You don’t know the benefits of having a girlfriend. No wonder you have written one book after another, but you don’t even have a heroine. It feels like a girlfriend, waiting for you I know, I understand."

    Qingchuan was dragged all the way to a noisy bar.

    "How is it? Isn't it good here? A lot of young people come here to play." Mrs. Zhang spoke loudly to Qingchuan, while reaching out to the waiter to bring wine.

    He is a frequent visitor here. The waiter knew what he meant when he reached out his hand, and soon brought a table of wine, red, green and green like juice, In fact, it's all high-strength alcohol.

    Although they are sitting in a box in the corner, but this box is open on one side, you can see the gorgeous lights of the ballroom below and the swaying fascinated men and women, on the platform in the middle There was a pretty girl who twisted the waist of a water snake in a daze.

    The rhythm of the live music is intense and high, and the voice is loud, so you have to roar when you speak, otherwise you can't hear it clearly.

    "Nightclubs are all about spending money to play with young ladies, only those middle-aged and elderly people who have lost their charm like it, how can it be interesting here? You are a young man, you should go out more Move around. With your face, you can choose any pretty girl here." Consort Zhang said loudly.

    Qing Chuan reached out and rubbed his temples, it was too noisy.

    It's not that he hasn't been to a bar, but he prefers the atmosphere of a clear bar. It's too noisy here, so what's the fun when he sees a group of demons dancing? Now that the magic sound is filling his ears, and the temples are jumping suddenly, if it wasn't for the consort Zhang's friendship for several years, I really wanted to throw my hand away.

    Where is the enjoyment?

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    "I'm just here to play and drink some wine, why is your sister-in-law angry? Besides, your sister-in-law is not a careful person. Do you want to go out and play I just saw a pretty girl, go try it?"

    He wanted to push Qingchuan off the stage, but Qingchuan refused and died on the sofa, "You can spare me, I can't do these dances either. what."

    There are many dances in Qingchuan Club, from Chinese dance to national standard and rumba, some of them can be a little bit furry, but the dance floor below is a dance that does not pay attention to rhythm and only needs to be crazy. Really not.

    “Heh…”

    There was a contemptuous laugh from the private room next door, the voice was not loud, Director Zhang didn't hear it, Qing Chuan heard it.

    Looking sideways, I saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes, with three to seven-point hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a mixed race, looking arrogantly Qingchuan.

    Now that Qingchuan found out, he didn't laugh at the embarrassment of being caught, but even more disdain, he sneered, "Mainlander..." Face turned back.

    Qingchuan frowned.

    Director Zhang's eyes turned back from the dance floor, and when he saw Qingchuan looking next door, his eyes chased after him. "

    Qingchuan did not know.

    Director Zhang knew he didn't know him, so he approached, "I really didn't expect him to come to such a place, I thought he would only appear in a high-end club. "

    "You don't know him, he has been in the UK before, his grandfather is a British nobleman and just came back a few days ago. He is the youngest of the Du family's generation , the whole family is very spoiled. Don't look at the Du family's lack of appearance, and they have contacts with high-level people, don't offend him, it's very troublesome. "

    There are so many disappointments in life, Qingchuan felt a little uncomfortable thinking about the mockery of his identity just now.

    However, the environment is not friendly to the mainland, not to mention the banana people who grew up with foreigners. Arguing with such a person is simply playing the piano to a cow, meaningless. These Qingchuans all understand that they are annoying.

    The bottom has the troubles of the bottom, and the middle has the troubles of the middle. It is impossible to completely do whatever you want.

    He reached for a glass of wine on the table and drank it.

    The cold alcohol slightly dispelled the annoyance in his heart, and Qing Chuan remembered that he had never drank alcohol other than low-alcohol beer in his life.

    Director Zhang saw him refreshed on the side, thought he could drink, and gave him a new glass, "Try this, a new wine ."

    Qing Chuan shook his head and felt no discomfort. He assumed that he could drink, so he took it and took a few sips. The taste of the sour lemon inside and the taste of the wine go well together. Qingchuan likes this taste very much, and he took the same wine again, one cup after another.

    Director Zhang's nostalgic eyes turned back from the beauty on the dance floor, only to find that Qingchuan had already drank four or five cups, his white jade-like face was slightly sweating, his eyes It is also a little intoxicated and hazy, and at first glance, it is drunk.

    Qingchuan also went to get a wine glass, but was stopped by Zhang Director, "Blame me, this wine has enough stamina, don't drink it. When you turn back and vomit, you feel uncomfortable. Your sister-in-law has to read me again."

    "Where's the stamina? I'm sober." Qingchuan was about to take it, but when he was stopped, he frowned in displeasure, and stretched out his hand to tug on his bow tie .

    "Huh." The next door sneered annoyingly again, "Is it a countryman who can't dance, can't he just drink stuffy wine? Great writer? But He's a mainland boy, he came from a poor place, and he can't even do the simplest ballroom dance, right? It's a good thing that you brought him here, a piece of living wood."

    He laughed, and so did the people around him.

    Like a swarm of flies.

    Director Zhang's face was not good-looking, and he couldn't offend this person. Seeing Qingchuan suddenly standing up, he thought that the drunk Qingchuan was young and was going to fight, so he quickly stopped him, " Ah Sheng, don't be impulsive."

    "I'm not impulsive." Qing Chuan untied his tie, letting the dark blue silk slip from his fingers, then the coat, and the two buttons on the shirt.

    "Mainland boy, are you going to fight?" Du Dashao saw him taking off his jacket, thinking he was about to fight, and stood up himself.

    "You said I can't dance?" Qing Chuan turned his head to look at him, his hazy eyes unexpectedly sharp. He broke away Director Zhang's hand and walked towards the middle of the dance floor.

    Because of his good looks, he was not angry when others were pushed away by him, he smiled and watched him walk all the way to the stage in the middle of the stage. The girl who was dancing on the stage had already left, but now there was no one on it, so Qing Chuan stood up and immediately gathered his eyes.

    "Beauty, can you buy me a glass of wine?" Qingchuan smiled and took the goblet from the lady below. The amber liquor was in The light reflects the halo of the gemstone.

    His smile was blurred, his eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was not drunk, his head was raised, and he closed his eyes.

    Everyone didn't know what he was going to do, they all stopped dancing and looked at him who seemed to be glowing on the stage. The lighting engineer took the opportunity to adjust the lights, and the surroundings became dim. Only a beam of light from the main stage fell from the sky and fell on the slender Qingchuan.

    The light outlines the thin edge, and the soft appearance with closed eyes is as pure as an angel under the white light.

    However, he suddenly raised the wine glass, tilted slightly, the amber wine like flowing honey, slipped from the wine glass, and landed on his forehead, nose, and cheeks , On his chin, he seemed to hear the wine turned into a broken gem and laughed on his face, and then flowed from his chin to his slender and white neck, and made a swirl at the collarbone, which did not enter the collar.

& nbsp; The bewitching incense penetrated into every pore of their body, making them tremble and feel hot as if they were on fire.

    He opened his eyes slightly, under the light, his eyes were like golden honey, penetratingly sweet. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, the tip of his bright red tongue licked a little bit of alcohol from his lips, and a low hoarse laughter came out of his throat—that was the devil's laughter, a temptation, and the beginning of a doom.

    Suddenly at this moment, the angel fell and was dyed the color of desire.

    “Sweet…”

    The wine glass was gently put back into the lady's hand, but she was like a puppet without a soul, just staring at the people on the stage with dry lips .

    Qing Chuan's hands and fingers jumped up on his cheeks, and between his fingers he seemed to see the face like a charmed monster, his lips contained a deadly poison, and his eyes All with ticks. It was like a golden rippling lake, with sparkling waves, and it rushed to his heart every time.

    His body swayed along with the rhythm, like a wild willow branch in the wind, and he had a masculine sense of strength. The slender waist has a tight arc, but it is so soft and strong, like a soft whip knocking on the door of the heart.

    The muscles of the waist and abdomen drive the whole body, the toes step on the rhythm accurately, the movements sometimes open and close wildly, sometimes gentle and elegant.

    No one knows what kind of dance it is, it seems to be mixed with many kinds of dance, when the thin waist twists with the limbs, there is a combination of strength and softness Wonderful beauty, slender and straight legs are free to step on a rotating flower on the stage. In the middle of the flower, how proud this man is, even the temptation has a strength that makes people want to kneel and surrender.

    He was by no means a canary waiting for pity, and the arrogance that disdain to hide is carved into the bones.

    As the music picks up, so does his body language. This kind of dance has no rules, and various elements are perfectly integrated at your fingertips.

    At this time, everyone has seen what elements his dance incorporates.

& nbsp; That kind of hot, burning air, **** and fast and powerful rhythm, is Cha Cha.

    The fingers are long and slender, with the luster of jade under the white light, the arms are not swaying rigidly, every movement is matched with the charm of their own limbs. This is the essence of Chinese classical dance. The movements of the hands are so well matched.

    Light as honey-colored eyes patrol from left to right, eyes indifferent and cold, like a king who is out of the world and sits on the throne, with a coldness that does not eat human fireworks. The face is fascinated and seductive, the seduction is not sophisticated, full of innocence and innocence, like a demon whispering to a human being: I just blinked once, and you are fascinated.

    This wonderful contrast lends itself to some wonderful magic. The body is like fire, the soul is like ice, I want to melt him, I want to be melted by him, I long to conquer him, and I hope to be conquered by him.

     Either way, you deserve an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

    Under the stage Du Dashao stared at the stage without blinking. He didn't know it, but he was still staring at the stage, watching Qingchuan's wet fingers grabbing his hair, and watching the soaked shirt depicting the shape of the muscles - that made a wonderful association.

    Da Shao Du's heart beat like a drum, every cell in his body was emitting heat, but his throat was extremely dry. He stared at Qingchuan's fingertips with a drop of dew-like wine, and he wanted to taste what it tasted like.

    Wine? Is it incense? Is it poisonous?

    or all three.

    He was like a manipulative puppet, dragged all the way to the center stage, when the music stopped.

    Qing Chuan stood looking up and looked at Master Du.

    They were too close, an arm's length away, Du Dashao smelled the fragrance, perfume, wine and sweat from Qingchuan, because at this time the body surface was The temperature melds into another special, indulgent midnight scent.

    The eyes of Young Master Du were no different from those of the men and women around him, the eyes of being captured and captured.

    Qingchuan's wine taste had not yet passed, he shook his hair, brushed it back with his fingers, and turned his eyes to Du Dashao, the heat on his body seemed to make the other party melted.

    "You say I can't dance?"