The most annoying thing about the businesses that Yu Xiaoshan does is that he has to pay for some entertainment, because what he earns is the money from these connections and relationships, and it is natural that he has to pay for it.

In other words, no matter how awesome you are, you have to pretend to be a grandson when it’s time to pretend. As long as you want to make this money, you have to invest in this helplessness. After all, it is easier to make money from this kind of business than others. Investment and

The output is completely incomparable with other businesses.

Several prominent people in City C have been looking for him for several days. The first thing they want to do is chat with him. This is true. These people really like chatting with him.

Yu Xiaoshan is a man who is knowledgeable but not rigid, worldly but not flattering, has countless experiences but doesn't show off, has a strong character but values ​​friendship, is awesome but doesn't show off, and basically no one will bother him as long as he doesn't want to.

Moreover, chatting with him is very dangerous, and it is easy to be brainwashed by him in a short period of time. Fortunately, he is not a pyramid scheme, otherwise it would be more "harmful" than Quanjian Amway Infinitus and the like.

Another point is that these people want to come here to relax. This is true. They are different from other people in society. They can count the number of times they can go out to relax throughout the year, and they really don’t dare. There are no other conditions.

allow.

But it is different here in Yu Xiaoshan. Many complicated relationships make them feel more at ease and can let go. So Yu Xiaoshan understands that it is useless even if he tells the people below that the arrangements are good, he must accompany him, and these people are not bad.

Money to pay, face and friendship are very important.

Moreover, no matter how strong the relationship with Yu Xiaoshan is, he still has to deal with these difficult brats below, otherwise they will interfere with his business all day long. It is these people who really make him uncomfortable.

In the largest private room of his KTV, Yu Xiaoshan arranged for each of them to have a girl who could take care of things, including himself, whether she needed it or not, otherwise it would feel wrong.

Lao Zhao is a very important figure in City C, in charge of the unspeakable field. I met him through a friend’s introduction. He is the same type of person as Yu Xiaoshan. He is not exactly a common person. He liked to write when he was young. Now,

Although I have less time to pursue my official career, I still post a whole poem with a picture in the space every now and then. Regardless of whether the writing is good or not, people with this kind of thinking must be in the right way with Yu Xiaoshan.

Therefore, they were close friends from the beginning when they met. They drank tea and chatted about things other than life. This was particularly comfortable and precious to Lao Zhao. Yu Xiaoshan also paid special attention to it, even during the New Year and the holidays.

He would send the courtesy to his subordinates instead of giving it to him as if he valued it, so as not to embarrass the relationship between them due to this worldly interaction.

This old Zhao has a problem, that is, his daily life is too depressing, whether at work or at home, he squeezes out all the room to be a strong man, so this has developed a habit of losing control once he relaxes, and also

It's the type that gets you high as soon as you drink it.

Then his emotions began to rise uncontrollably. He grabbed the microphone and sang nonstop, and even specially selected some rock songs to roar. When Yu Xiaoshan saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, and he couldn't help but sigh, man! It's not easy.

The other two were brought by Lao Zhao himself. The relationship between these two and Yu Xiaoshan was relatively harmonious. Lao Zhao didn't care about anything when he brought them. After a few drinks, each of them and the little girl hugged each other were very happy.

, singing, dancing and touching, they were very busy.

The changes brought about by the growth of age and experience are quite scary. Ten years ago, he could handle this kind of situation with ease and happily, but now he would rather go home and take a nap than waste time here with them.

.In the past few years, I could work in a bar all night, and then leave at dawn. As long as the girl is there, I can continue the next day, and I can go around for days without feeling tired.

It’s not that I can’t keep up with my physical strength now, it’s that I don’t have the motivation and mood, and I feel that everything is meaningless. In those days, how many buddies would do something like giving away a few bucks for a thousand miles just because they were in love, and how many buddies would work hard just to get a shot.

Seeing a beauty in a foreign country is normal, and most of the buddies who are a bit bloody have done it. But now, if you are looking for someone purely to satisfy your lust, it will be troublesome to take off your clothes.

Now he can have hopes and fantasies about a different love and a different person, but how different it is and what it is like, he doesn’t know. In this regard, he is basically the same as Meng Chuaner, so there are many

Everything that is supposed to happen is destined to happen. This just shows that many people's anxious waiting and yearning are useless. For some people, what should appear will always appear, sooner or later.

What shouldn't happen is destined to lead an ordinary and quiet life, and you don't have to struggle. Buddhism tells you that it takes several lives of reincarnation and hundreds of years of waiting in exchange for one life to pass by. Amitabha, I wish you

believe.

As soon as Lao Zhao finished singing "Platform", he came over with a wine glass and had a drink with Yu Xiaoshan, and then said in a daze: "Brother, do you sing too?" Yu Xiaoshan stood up and said: "Brother Zhao, you guys sing,

I really have to go now, there is still a game waiting for me! I have explained everything to the manager outside, so you can play with peace of mind. If you tell me if there is anything wrong, I will scold them to death."

After listening to this, Lao Zhao put an arm on his shoulder and pulled him to sit down.

Lao Zhao continued: "Xiaoshan, you can't leave today. I know you are well-connected, but no matter how many rounds you have left, how important things are, and how many awesome people are waiting for you, you are now

It's wrong to leave. I've called you out, Lao Zhou and Lao Liang. How can we have fun if you leave? Can you keep this place going without these people? Think about it for yourself, that's not the case.

Son?"

When Yu Xiaoshan thought, "Yes," this guy was drunk again. Normally, he would never talk like this. There was no other way, and he couldn't make them unhappy. He threw the bag and said, "Okay, Brother Zhao, don't say anything."

I don’t care who is waiting for me anymore. If I don’t leave, you can continue singing.”

After saying that, Yu Xiaoshan walked over with a wine glass, clinked glasses with all the men, and then had sex. Then several men and women sang and danced in front of the screen, while Yu Xiaoshan sat on the sofa and smoked helplessly.

Extremely boring.

Later, Yu Xiaoshan suddenly remembered something and took out a courier bag from his purse. After tearing it open, a book fell out from the inside. The title of the book was "The Smell of Smoke". He opened it out of boredom.

Yu Xiaoshan thought that he was not very good at writing, but he still had certain levels and requirements for reading.

The reason is that he has read too much, and he has read all kinds of texts, from some classics to classical Chinese. Even Qiong Yao and Jin Yong have a comprehensive understanding of them, and then he has read basically all the literary works of many domestic writers.

In this regard, we have to thank the publishing power in those years. The publishing capacity of thousands of novels a year was not yet reached. At that time, if I went to the bookstore every now and then, I would find ten to eight new books, which was considered too much, and there was no Internet.

You can read books, but you can only go to bookstores or libraries to find them.

Later, I began to get in touch with foreign literary works, starting from some well-known masterpieces to pursuing each author, including Kafka, Camus, Kundera, Duras, Marquez, Sartre, and Borges.

, Calvino, Somerset Maugham, Carver...and later some Japanese writers, not only did they study each of their works carefully, but at least they savored every word carefully.

Those literary works gave him a lot of color in those youthful years when he was living around doing nothing all day long. Sometimes he would take a group of brothers out to have some fun. After finishing the work, he would lie on the bed and open a book, and the whole world would become quiet.

This is something that the brothers around him cannot realize. It is so interesting to have this time to play games or watch movies. At this time, he does not defend himself. Some people like to see the scenery and others like to see human nature. This is normal. Until now, his

The habit remains. He can still read more than a hundred books a year. Even if he goes out to play and drink, he still has to read for a while before falling asleep. And this is not pretentious but a habit.

He was leaning on the lap of a random girl and reading a book. There was a lot of noise around him. Lao Zhao and the two brothers drank too much and grabbed the microphone. They exchanged glasses and said the same sentence several times. The other three girls danced and sang to accompany him.

The owner of the pair of jade legs he was resting on here saw that his boss wanted to read a book, and he didn't dare to move. He probably cursed Xiaoshan in his heart, why is this mentally ill man pretending to be a cultured person?

What Yu Xiaoshan didn't expect was "The Smell of Love" written by Meng Chuan'er. After reading it for nearly ten minutes, he didn't put it down. Instead, he asked his waiter to come to the door to slightly brighten the lights in the private room.

Sometime later, he leaned on the sofa and began to read seriously. In the real world, this noisy private room seemed to be quiet for an instant, without a trace of sound. A group of people were still drinking and singing, over and over again.

Usually when he goes to a bookstore, he picks up a book. In addition to reading about the author, he opens it and reads a few pages. After a few minutes, he can basically tell whether the book is worth reading. The book he picks up is reluctant to put down.

I don’t come across a few copies every year, so this is something you only come across.

His whole mind seemed to have entered another world, and in that world there was a woman named Meng Chuan'er. All of Yu Xiaoshan's thoughts were flowing with this woman and the stories around her.

This Meng Chuaner is able to shuttle between the inside and outside of the entertainment industry and nightclub circles with ease. Rivers and lakes and emotions are almost all she expresses in words, while disappointment and unwillingness to reality are the aura emanating from them.

She is a woman, but she has the same experiences and thoughts as Yu Xiaoshan, the same strength and affection, the same complexity and simplicity, the same compromises and entanglements, the same patience and pain.

These are things that Yu Xiaoshan did not expect, and they are also the main motivation for him to read this book. Just as he is sitting in this lively place with a book at the moment, it is a real struggle, and who can do this kind of struggle?

I understand, I understand, how many times you have to fuck a girl as soon as you are around, drink as soon as you have wine, and take money as soon as you have it. In today's society, everything is about speed, and there is no time to think about such nonsense as whether it is worth it or not.

Son.

At this time, Yu Xiaoshan believed that the girl named Meng Chuan'er would definitely understand his thoughts. The man in Meng Chuan'er's book was named Xiao Moran, an elite in the eyes of women, but in Yu Xiaoshan's eyes, this man was not a piece of shit.

, He doesn’t understand that woman at all, and he can’t control and control that woman. What else does he have under the skin of age, experience and nihilistic elites? He is indifferent because he can only be silent. With Meng Chuan’er’s intelligence, he can say anything.

It will be broken as soon as he says it, so time will prove his own pity and inferiority.

Yu Xiaoshan has been lying on this girl's lap without even turning over or going to the toilet. He just keeps watching. Lao Zhao and the two buddies have also left, whether they are going home or taking them with them.

Take the girl to somewhere else, no one knows.

When I left, I greeted Yu Xiaoshan, but he didn't respond at all. Lao Zhao understood the state of reading alone, so he left quietly without disturbing me.

The poor little girl whose legs were numb long ago didn't dare to leave first, let alone disturb her, so she could only accompany her honestly. Later, she was not bored anymore, she couldn't move her legs, and it would be too boring to keep her hands idle, so she

While she was looking for a drink, Yu Xiaoshan kept watching, and she kept drinking. Finally, she fell drunk and fell asleep on the sofa.

These are all outside this book and Meng Chuan'er, and Yu Xiaoshan has no time to care about it. The old monk in the temple in the book talks about cause and effect, bad fate, and everything is inherent, destined, dreamy, and in vain. But in Xiaoshan's eyes

This Meng Chuan'er is more like an Asura, brave, stubborn, and strong when facing the battlefield of life, but then he can only turn around and lick his wounds alone when no one is around.

Like Faye Wong sings in her song, "Could it be that you are an Asura, enjoying the sorrowful flames of war, even breaking the glass slippers, and not wanting to see through." How painful is the pain in my heart? How hurt is it? Tired, there is

How tired are you? Others may not understand, but Yu Xiaoshan understands it, just like he understands himself.

They all believe that there will be someone who walks through the mountains and rivers of life and walks into your side. He will abandon his armor and be pure and pure, allowing you to relieve yourself of all the defenses and burdens, because in the eyes of that person, your

Everything is transparent, even when attachments are removed. What is wrapped in it is no longer a person, but you and me.

I don't know how long I had been here, but Yu Xiaoshan finally closed the book, lit a cigarette, and looked at the private room in front of him in a daze. It took him a long time to recover.

He opened the door and called the manager over and told him to make arrangements for the drunk girl. Just as he was about to leave, the girl woke up, then held Yu Xiaoshan's hand and refused to let go, wanting to go with him - this was probably out of disgust.

The legs were not numb enough. The manager shook his head helplessly and said, this girl is just here, a student from the Art Academy, so Yu Xiaoshan can take her away if she doesn't mind.

Yu Xiaoshan took out two thousand yuan from his bag and stuffed it into the girl's bag. Then he scolded the manager and told him to find a place for the girl to sleep so she could sober up, but no one could take advantage of her. To be honest,

He's not pretending to be cool, he really doesn't want to. His physical needs mainly depend on his mood.

Now he wants to go home quickly. The first thing he does when he gets home is to turn on the computer, open Weibo, find Meng Chuan'er, click on the private message, and then write. "It took me a few hours to finish watching "The Smell of Love",

I also understand why you were moved by "A Touch of Sorrow" back then. Similarly, your book also moved all my thoughts. I don't know, I don't dare to think, whether this is your real experience, but I will write it in one sentence.

It should be the feeling of Eastern and Western people, so now I can’t tell whether it is your years, years, stories, experiences, writing, or your people that have easily taken away all my imagination. I want to say that I have walked those roads.

, I understand all those things. Don’t you want to have a drink? Right now!”

After typing this paragraph, Yu Xiaoshan thought about it for a long time, then pressed the Enter key again to delete the paragraph. But that night he drank wine and did not read any more, so he had no sleep all night.

A few days later, while driving to the company, he received a call from an unfamiliar number.

As soon as he picked it up, the other party said: "Have you received the book?"

Yu Xiaoshan was stunned for a moment, and instantly knew who the other party was, and then replied: "I got it."

"Read it?"

"Um."

"How about it?"

"You can have a drink!"
Chapter completed!