As the sky gradually darkened, roadside barbecue stalls and food stalls were set up one after another on the street.

The small alley is more lively at night than during the day. The plastic shed is stretched in the open space. A bright white lamp hangs in the middle of the shed. Rows of tables and stools are placed under the shed, waiting for the bustling guests to visit.

A bunch of meat skewers skewered on wooden sticks are being grilled on the grill that is emitting white smoke. The meat skewers are tumbling on the iron net with charcoal fire underneath, emitting sizzling oil.The smell of charcoal fire in the air and the smell of grilled meat are intertwined, making people who are not hungry feel a little bit greedy.

Cheng Beiyi rolled up his sleeves and sat under the plastic tarpaulin, drinking and skewering, the bottles at his feet were already empty.

There was a blush on her fair cheeks.His eyes were half closed, and the eyes were filled with water, and he looked a little drunk.

Young Master Cheng was drinking, and suddenly felt that there was a big black shadow in front of him, blocking the light.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the person coming, and said fiercely: "Go away a little bit, you're shining on me!"

Qin Yize who just rushed over: "..."

How much did you drink?

He silently lowered his head and counted the empty bottles at Young Master Cheng's feet.

6, 7, 8...

Can't help but frown.

When Young Master Cheng saw that this person hadn't left in front of him, he immediately became angry.He also felt that he looked somewhat familiar, so he opened his eyes to take a closer look.

He propped himself on the table and leaned over to look for a while before he recognized Qin Yize, so he said with a smile: "You are here, come and sit."

After Young Master Cheng finished speaking, he enthusiastically patted the stool beside him.

The stool is the cheapest kind in the supermarket, a plastic round stool that can be bought for more than 10 yuan.

It may be because it has been used for too long, the pigment printed on the stool surface has almost faded, and the surface is also a little yellow and old.

Qin Yize looked at the not-so-clean plastic stool, his eyelids twitched.

Seeing that he didn't move, Young Master Cheng was a little angry: "What's the matter? Don't you despise me too? If you tell you to sit, sit down!"

The little ancestor is a bit like a drunk wine jar now, with two blushes on his face, and his unreasonable look is a bit fierce.

Qin Yize raised his eyebrows, bent down and sat down beside him.

Young Master Cheng was very satisfied with his understanding of current affairs, and patted him on the shoulder to show his praise.

Most of the roadside barbecue stalls come to ordinary workers and students, and there are several tables of rough men around them drinking together and bragging.Everyone dressed casually and didn't pay much attention.Sitting under the simple shed in such a high-tailored suit, Qin Yize seemed particularly out of place with the surrounding environment.

And because of the outstanding looks of the two of them, coupled with the "drunken ravings" that Xiaozuitanzi uttered from time to time, more and more people looked at them.

"Come on, my brother treats you tonight, don't be too polite!" Young Master Cheng arrogantly pushed a plate of barbecue in front of him, and piled up a few more bottles of beer, "Today we brothers will drink him until we are not drunk!"

Inexplicably, Qin Yize, who has fallen from the status of lover since childhood to the title of younger brother: "..."

"Eat!" Young Master Cheng held a bunch of freshly baked pork belly to Qin Yize's mouth with two red clouds on his face, and smiled like a hooligan: "Come on, brother feed you."

"..."

The eyelids of someone who was forced to switch back and forth between the identities of younger brother and little lover twitched uncontrollably.

"Why don't you eat? Are you looking down on me!" The little rascal slapped the table and started to slap on the drunkenness.

Qin Yize could only open his mouth and bite under his expectant eyes.

"That's right!" The little hooligan patted him on the shoulder contentedly, then turned his head and shouted to the store, "Boss, have another case of beer!"

Qin Yize: "..."

Quickly got up to stop a drunkard from talking nonsense, and said to the boss: "Please change to mineral water, thank you."

The little hooligan quit, staring fiercely at him: "I don't want to drink mineral water, I want to drink draft beer!"

"Boss, come again... um..." The little rascal's mouth was covered.

It smells so good... Cheng Beiyi's mind was in a daze, and he smelled a familiar scent from the hand covering his mouth, which was even more fragrant than the barbecue he just ate, so he couldn't help sticking out his little tongue to lick it.It wasn't enough to finish licking, so took a bite.

Qin Yize was talking to the boss about paying the bill, when he suddenly felt hot and sticky wet in his palm, like a burst of electricity, which made him tremble all over, and even his voice couldn't help but stop.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that the little ancestor was biting his palm and looking at him innocently.

His eyes were a bit confused, like a hazy layer of mist under drunkenness, his face was stained with two blobs of red, his expression was ignorant and helpless, like a lost child.

Qin Yize lowered his eyes, suppressed the darkness in his eyes, and gently pulled his hand away from his mouth.

The incandescent lamp above his head was blindingly bright, and he saw a few uneven reddish marks on his palm.

The little hooligan left a ring of small tooth marks around his palm.

...

The street lights on the street stand on both sides, making the shadows of passers-by very long.

Master Cheng, who was drowsy from drinking, held a small half bottle of mineral water and performed a snake-like walk in a crooked manner.

Qin Yize went to help him, but was ruthlessly rejected by the young master:

"Don't...don't help me, I'm not drunk!"

"I can still drink it!" The stupefied drunk giggled, unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a big gulp.

He frowned unhappily again, raised the "wine bottle" and looked at the street light for a while.

"Hey, why is this wine tasteless? Is it expired?"

Qin Yize: "..."

He bowed his head in silence for a moment, thinking about how to tie Cheng Beiyi back to the car.

As soon as he looked up, the little drunk ran away.

The little drunk went drunk along the straight road and ran all the way to the bridge.The bridge spans two roads with a choppy river in the middle.

Qin Yize didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly chased after him, fearing that his little ancestor would slip away and fall into the river with a snakeskin.

Cheng Beiyi was flapping his small wings freely in front of him like a little butterfly, when he was suddenly imprisoned from behind by his hands and feet, and immediately snorted in dissatisfaction.

The two were not humble to each other, hugging and struggling a few times.

Fortunately, there are not many passing vehicles in this area, and they are on the sidewalk on the edge of the bridge, so they will not cause any traffic accidents.

"Hey, let's go home." Qin Yize circled him tightly, trying to keep his tone calm.

"No!" The young master snorted, "My dad... kicked me out! I won't go back!"

"Do you think I'm already drunk?" The young master tugged at his collar, smiling mysteriously: "I'm not drunk yet, really! Look, I'll show you a hundred-step walk through Yang!"

Before Qin Yize could react, he saw the little ancestor breaking away from his embrace, holding a black object in his hand, and smashing it obliquely towards the river.

The speed is so fast that it is completely impossible to see what that thing is.And there wasn't even a single wave on the surface of the river, and it sank just like that.

"What did you throw in just now?" Qin Yize asked, frowning, with a bad premonition rising in his heart.

The little drunk grinned badly, and pointed at the pocket of his clothes provocatively: "Your...mobile phone."

Qin Yize: "???"

He touched his pocket, it was empty.

It seems that his mobile phone was indeed just now, and it was worn out by a little drunk who didn't know when he walked by.

The dark river became the last home of his mobile phone.

He actually acted like a drunk?

For a moment, Qin Yize didn't know whether to be angry with Cheng Beiyi or himself.

He was depressed, but the drunk Young Master Cheng on the other side had completely let himself go. He found a streetlight pole nearby, and called him brothers and sisters.

"Come on, brother, let's go, we won't return tonight if we're not drunk!" Young Master Cheng lazily hugged Brother Ludeng while pouring mineral water with his head raised.

Qin Yize felt a little headache.

Seeing that he finished toasting with his street lamp brother and was about to turn to another street lamp brother, Qin Yize's eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't help reaching forward with his long arms and locking the little drunk in his arms.

It is unreasonable to talk to a drunk, and the only solution is to use violence.

"Why? Let me go!" The little drunk was not happy with the restricted freedom, and twisted his body like a caterpillar, "I'm going to drink with my brother, we have an appointment or we won't come home drunk!"

Qin Yize raised his eyebrows, grabbed the mineral water bottle from his arms with his bare hands, and drank it down in one gulp.

The little drunk stared blankly at the bottle that was emptied in an instant.

Immediately, her small mouth shrunk, she bit her lip in grievance and cried out, "You pay me for the wine!"

"My wine is gone, you pay me! Take me to buy it!" The little drunk protested fiercely.

Qin Yize looked calm: "If you don't have money, you can't buy it."

"You have!" Cheng Beiyi swore, "You have money, buy me wine!"

"I won't buy it." Qin Yize intentionally wanted to tease him, but deliberately refused with a cold face, "I won't give it."

"You threw away my mobile phone, I'm very angry now, I won't buy it for you." Qin Yize showed a cold and fierce expression.

"You..." Young Master Cheng, who had no drink, was about to cry angrily, and even the two blobs of blush on his cheeks became brighter, making him look even more lovely and pitiful.

Aggrieved and helpless, he stared at Qin Yize for a while, and thought of some evil idea, suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked his neck and kissed him.

With a sip, Qin Yize was flattered by the kiss.

"Are you still angry?" Young Master Cheng asked, blinking pitifully.

Qin Yize: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Young Master Cheng put his arms around his neck again and repeated his trick, pressing his lips to give him a bigger and longer kiss.

There was still a mellow smell of wine on his lips, Qin Yize was a little drunk from the kiss, his mind was dizzy, as if he was also drunk.

"Is that enough? Don't you get angry now?" the little rascal asked nervously, closing his misty eyes.

Qin, who was so kissed by the little hooligan, closed his eyes and licked his lips in aftertaste.

Where did he learn all these rogue's seductive tricks?

Pretty good.

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Mr. Qin: Who can stand this?Anyway, I can't stand it.