Fog Era

There is a party in the bar.

Men, women, fancy dresses, lewd and exaggerated atmosphere. Looking left and right, they are all the rotten boys that Acheng is usually familiar with, and the mud can't support the wall.

In such an environment, with such a group of people, it is not surprising that there is an open meeting on the spot to engage in group sports.

But they did not.

To be precise, there was actually this trend just now, but suddenly, they started to...talk.

Simple, without any other actions, keep talking.

Everyone is talking, not even caring whether there is an audience or whether others can understand, they just simply each minding their own business talking about their own business.

Those hidden thoughts, those dark thoughts that dare not speak out, and those who have been spurned by people even in the community become too obsessive, all gushing out of their mouths.

Crazy laughter, loud crying, curiosity of scratching the liver and lungs, confusion of pulling hair out, all these erupted from their mouths at the same time. They looked at nothingness and talked, forming a complicated reverberation, which made Ah Cheng suffer from a splitting headache and his scalp numb.

Acheng couldn't bear to cover his ears.

Suddenly, the sound disappeared.

Everyone shut up.

Then he regained his vitality.

It seems that I pressed the pause button, and then switched the disc to play again. These people broke away from the eloquent state and changed back to the way they were before. The stupid stupid, the bad boy, the crazy wave of the crazy wave, completely returned to normal.

A person patted Ah Cheng on the shoulder and handed over a glass of wine: "Brother Cheng, how come you have lost your soul, come here and hey."

A Cheng was scared. He trembled, looked at the gang of scoundrels beside him stupidly, and asked in a daze: "You...what exactly were you just now..."

"Just now? What happened just now?" That person didn't know so, others Several bastards also looked innocent: "Brother Cheng, are you under too much pressure? Don't think too much about it. Fa Ge often asks you to do things recently, and he will definitely get you ahead. Come on, today is to help. Brother Cheng was overwhelmed. Look at those little girls, they are so amazing, come and have fun together!"

A Cheng was swarmed by him and collapsed on the sofa.

The psychedelic music, the narcotic alcohol, the smoke that diffuses after the burning of the unique product, and the pills that come from the beautiful woman's tongue, all make Ah Cheng bewildered as if in a dream.

Just now...Could it be...I really had the hallucinations?

That's right, how could there be such a thing, it is basically impossible. It must be that I am under too much pressure, everything is to blame on that black master! Let go, forget everything, and indulge yourself today!

The waves cover his eyes, and Ah Cheng forcibly puts the weirdness behind. He felt that someone was rubbing and stabbing his thigh, and the trouser chain was slowly pulled apart, and Ah Cheng became excited.

But at this moment, all the carnival sounds suddenly disappeared.

A Cheng's face suddenly changed, struggling to stand up from the waves, and when he looked around, everyone in the audience was silent again.

They maintained their posture just now, staring at the nothingness in front of each other.

Then, Qi Shushu once again began to talk endlessly.

Voices and emotions are strong, but all the emotions have no goal.

"Fuck!" Acheng couldn't help yelling, and the yelling was mixed into the vast mix in the blink of an eye, without any reverberation.

Acheng was really scared. It was an illusion just now, but now he can no longer deceive himself. Everyone in the room maintained their previous actions, including the twat who had just slept on their laps, and talked like a host with a "microphone".

Acheng was sweating in fright and wanted to escape. But the microphone was held tightly by someone, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while, and could only shout in horror: "Fuck--! Fuck--! Fuck--" Suddenly, everything was quiet again.

Then switched back to the normal world.

"Hey? Brother Cheng, what's the situation with you?" Someone said with a smile at Acheng, "I heard that Brother Cheng’s big microphone is very powerful, but today I saw Lulu only The next little lollipop, don’t you want to show your face?"

Where can Acheng care about the microphone and lollipops? He looked at these people, who were familiar with alcohol and meat. My friend, now suddenly became extremely strange. Under the changing lights, these people were like monsters in human skin, making Ah Cheng shudder.

"I, I'm not feeling well today, I, I'm going to see a doctor..." Chengqiang smiled and made up an excuse to push away from the crowd and prepare to leave.

“It turns out that Brother Cheng likes this tune, it’s easy, just because we are ready. Come on girls, have a great show!” Someone greeted, and immediately several club girls wore so-called “nurses”. "Pretend" came up, and once again drowned Ah Cheng.

A Cheng's scared soul is not possessed, struggling to go: "No——! No——! I——"

Suddenly, the voice stopped again.

Just ten centimeters in front of Ah Cheng, the "nurse" with heavy make-up maintains a sultry posture, but people have begun to talk to themselves.

The lovable body that was originally soft is now as rigid as steel. Acheng couldn't get rid of it, and passively listened to the "nurse".

From adulthood to young people, the boredom of going to school, the distress of learning, the unrestrainedness of being controlled by parents, the excitement of being addicted to smoking and drug theft, and the complacency of running away from home. The most condensed language, the most true feelings, constantly confided to the outside.

The confession is even a little impatient, the last sentence is not completely finished, the next sentence has already been squeezed out of the mouth. And a little too jumpy, just after talking about miscarriage at the age of sixteen, in the blink of an eye, she talked about repetition at the age of twelve.

It is as if there is something that is pressing all their expectations, pains, gains, regrets, all precious memories and sincere feelings from the bottom of their hearts.

It is also like these people knowing that time is limited, and they instinctively begin to pour out and vent themselves, desperately looking for traces of their own existence. It's like using words to say the "horse lantern" before death.

Suddenly, pause, and then resume as before.

Amidst the feasting, Ah Cheng was buried by the woman, but he has no strength to struggle. He regained his strength with breathlessness, and seriously thought about the method of getting out and leaving.

"Fortunately, these guys don’t spend a long time on the upper body, about two minutes at a time. I count the time, and then I see the opportunity to escape!" Cheng tried to raise his hand and prepare to use the watch to time the clock. .

But as soon as he saw the watch, Cheng's expression suddenly froze.

"This time...it's not right..." Cheng looked at the dial incredulously, her eyes full of bloodshot eyes: "I, it was obviously seven o'clock when I entered the door, and it was only past. Ten minutes, but, but—"

The time on the dial is amazingly ten o'clock in the evening.

"How is this possible! How could it be ten o'clock already! Where is the time!" Cheng was crazy.

Suddenly, it paused and the confession started again.

After others started to talk about one minute, Ah Cheng also started to talk about Danger Land as if he was pressed the pause button.

The hands are beating and the time does not disappear.

Acheng, just switch one minute later than others and wake up one minute earlier.