Adrian Sun sat on the chair, and Xiaoji circled around him and looked at him: "You haven't done your hair properly for a year, right? You haven't taken care of it, have you? You look a bit like a mushroom now."
Before Adrian Sun could speak, he waved to his assistant: "Amy, help me get that bag."
"Three years." Adrian Sun said.
The hairdresser didn’t call R, but the assistant still picked one from the crowd.
This little boy's appearance doesn't quite match his name, he looks quite sunny, has a small mustache, and has shaved his hair into a small braid on top of his head. The ends of his hair are dyed blue, and there are shiny metal studs on his eyebrows and ear bones.
"Brother Sun," Xiao Ji turned to face him again, bent over and stared at him for a long time, "You have a good face shape and you look quite fashionable. Do you want to dye your hair and try a more fashionable and flamboyant look?"
Adrian Sun looked at the blue rocket above his head and was silent for a while before he said, "No."
Xiao Ji was a little disappointed with this short answer, but it did not affect the quality of his service. After confirming that Adrian Sun only needed to have his hair cut short and the styling could be done by Master Wang at the village entrance, he started working very seriously.
"Although the handsome guys who dare to show their foreheads are the real handsome guys, it's okay for you to show your forehead," Xiaoji introduced her design ideas to him while cutting, "but your face shape will look better with some bangs..."
"Are you talking to me?" Adrian Sun asked.
"Yes." said Xiaoji.
"You don't have to tell me, just cut it." Adrian Sun said.
"Oh," Xiaoji nodded, "but the bangs can't be long..."
Adrian Sun looked at him, and he glanced at the assistant next to him: "I'm talking to Amy now."
"Well, you look listless." Amy added weakly.
Xiaoji's styling service was worth the money. He kept talking and chatting for more than three hours before he finished. Adrian Sun dozed off several times and almost hit his scissors.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Xiaoji asked.
Adrian Sun looked at the mirror and nodded. Although this man was talkative, his skills were indeed good. The self in the mirror changed instantly, from the countryside to a fashionable metropolis.
"Brother Sun, you should wear brighter colors," Xiaoji said as he packed his things. "Don't always wear black. With your skin tone, you can try colorful clothes."
Adrian Sun inexplicably recalled himself in a pink shirt and tight pants. He coughed and said, "Oh."
After Xiaoji finished packing her things, she stared at him for a few more rounds. After she went out, she leaned against the door frame and added, "If your hair gets too long, remember to call me and I'll come over to trim it for you." Then she went downstairs.
Adrian Sun felt a little sleepy, but he didn't have time to sleep any longer. Li Bowen called him half an hour later: "I'm at your door. Should I go in and wait for you or..."
"I'll go out right now." Adrian Sun stood up and went into the bedroom. He didn't want Li Bowen to enter his room again.
You can try colorful clothes for your skin.
Adrian Sun thought about Xiao Ji's words, looked at the black and gray clothes in the closet, sighed, pulled out a black jacket at random, put it on, and went out.
I haven't seen Li Bowen for three years. He has gained weight and has grown from a knitting needle to a chopstick, but nothing else has changed much.
When he saw him, he shouted exaggeratedly and ran over to hug him tightly. Adrian Sun pushed him several times before he broke free. Judging from Li Bowen's attitude, if he didn't push him away, he would K!ss him on the mouth.
"Look, you've lost so much weight," Li Bowen stepped back and patted his shoulder vigorously, "You need to eat more tonight to replenish your body!"
"Get in the car." Adrian Sun went over and opened the passenger door, then he was stunned.
There was a girl sitting in the passenger seat, smiling at him awkwardly.
"This is my girlfriend, Zhao He," Li Bowen came over to introduce her, "and this is my best buddy, Adrian Sun, whom I told you about."
"Brother Sun." Zhao He called him.
"Hello." Adrian Sun greeted her, opened the back door and got in the car.
This Zhao He is average looking, but she looks very quiet, the type that Li Bowen likes, a pretty girl next door. I guess the clothes in his closet are hers.
But when he thought of the miserable use of those toiletries that did not match her appearance, he felt an indescribable feeling.
I was too lazy to talk all the way.
However, his unhappy mood was dissipated after he arrived at the restaurant. He and Li Bowen were the last to arrive. There were already more than ten people in the box, and they started shouting as soon as the door was pushed open.
The moment these sounds came to him, Adrian Sun found the long-lost sense of inexplicable security mixed with boredom and irritation.
Although when he mentioned this feeling to Miles Ma before, Miles Ma attributed it to his lack of ambition.
If you don’t want to think about it, then don’t think about it.
He didn't know what it meant to be ambitious. In the minds of his family, his elders and friends, everyone thought that his ambition was to follow his father and make pottery.
Because his father is a master, and the master's son happens to have an comprehension ability beyond ordinary people in this area, so it is natural for him to make progress in this direction.
Adrian Sun couldn't remember when he began to hate making pottery. It was a very early time... maybe it started when he was ten years old and made that pot that made everyone think he was born to make pottery.
My relationship with my dad seemed to have become bad since then.
When he thought of this, he couldn't suppress his irritation. Especially when he just sat down, Luo Peng leaned over to him, put one arm around his shoulders, and held the phone in front of him with the other hand: "Adrian Sun, look at this..."
"Get out." Adrian Sun got angry when he saw the set of purple clay teapots of little appreciation value on the mobile phone screen and pushed Luo Peng away.
"Are you an idiot?" Li Bowen came over, took Luo Peng's phone, took a look at it and started to curse, "You know he's tired of these things, and you just came back and showed him this thing, are you crazy?"
Luo Peng sighed and clicked his tongue a few times: "Your bad temper hasn't changed at all."
"You still have no sense of propriety, as always." Someone added with a smile.
"Damn." Luo Peng sighed again.
"I'll show you what it means to be sensible," Li Bowen patted his shoulder, walked around the box and asked, "Where's the stuff?"
"Here it is!" Someone handed him a long wooden box.
Li Bowen took it and put the box on the chair next to Adrian Sun: "This is for you."
"What?" Adrian Sun flicked his finger at the box and took a look. The dark brown wooden box was carved with flowers, and the carving was very fine.
"You can't recognize this?" Li Bowen laughed.
Adrian Sun also smiled and said, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me, I just mentioned it. My dad went to find it, I don't know where he got it from," Li Bowen sat next to him and stretched, "You are the biological son... I really envy you."
"Go and be my father's biological son for a few days and try it before you become envious." Adrian Sun said in a muffled voice.
"You don't understand," Li Bowen curled his lips and glanced at him, "You don't understand this feeling."
"I don't understand a lot of things," Adrian Sun said. It was not common for Li Bowen to be like this, but he was too lazy to study it. "Then I have to go see my real father. Is your father home these two days?"
"At home. Even if he's not at home, he will go home and wait for you if you call him." Li Bowen raised his head and looked at the light on the ceiling of the box.
Li Bowen's father and his old father were childhood friends, so Li Bowen and him are also childhood friends. The two families have had a good relationship for decades.
Because of this relationship, Adrian Sun would always keep a similar appearance even if he was unhappy with Li Bowen. He liked Uncle Li very much. Uncle Li was not as reserved as his father. He was usually very kind to children and was especially nice to him, so he always liked chatting with Uncle Li.
When everyone arrived, the waiter began to serve the food in the private room. The dishes chosen by Li Bowen were quite to his taste, and several of the dishes were his favorites.
Adrian Sun patted Li Bowen on the shoulder and said, "You are so thoughtful."
"Hurry up and eat a few bites of food," Li Bowen said, "you will suffer in a moment."
Adrian Sun smiled, he knew what Li Bowen meant.
Sure enough, after only a few bites, the group came over with wine glasses: "We haven't seen each other for three years, we should at least have a few drinks!"
Adrian Sun's alcohol tolerance was average, and he usually drank red wine, but today he drank glass after glass of white wine. He felt a burning sensation in his stomach as he gulped them down.
Fortunately, these people knew what was going on and understood that if Adrian Sun got really impatient, he would overturn the table on the spot. So after one round, they all sat back at the table and started eating and chatting.
"Ask him, after you finish your meal, go and digest the food and sober up." Someone said from the other side.
"Huh?" Adrian Sun was stunned. According to his previous habit, after eating, he would go to another place to continue drinking, or play cards, usually in Li Bowen's bar. Could these things help digestion and sober up?
"We are changing the rules now," Luo Peng waved his hand and pointed at the people at the table, "all of them are about to enter middle age..."
"You are middle-aged!" Zhang Lin, who was smiling happily beside him, slapped him on the arm, "How can you talk like that!"
"That's how you talk!" a bunch of people started to make a noise.
"If Zhang Lin were to stay with me, she would definitely be considered a pre-sale property," Adrian Sun took a sip of tea, "how can she be considered middle-aged?"
"That is..." Zhang Lin said and looked at him again, "What does pre-sale property mean?"
"We are the flower of the corridor. There are three households living in our corridor now," Adrian Sun counted on his fingers, "I, an old man and a woman, and an old widower... If you go there, you will definitely be the flower of the corridor."
"Adrian Sun, you B@st@ard, go squat over there!" Zhang Lin pointed at him and cursed with a smile.
After a long while of commotion, Adrian Sun finally understood. In order to keep fit, these people now regard bars and KTVs as beasts. They have switched from indulging in sensual pleasures to exercising, but the gym is too tiring. In order to show that they are fundamentally different from square dancers in terms of fashion, they usually go to clubs.
"There's an outdoor club near the back door of the park in a bit. We always go there to rock climb," said Li Bowen.
"Rock climbing?" Adrian Sun leaned back in his chair when he heard this. "I'm not going."
"No, you'll know when you go there, it's quite interesting," Luo Peng said, "I go there when I have nothing to do, and sometimes I go out with their outdoor tour group..."
"I'm not going." Adrian Sun repeated. Compared to hanging a rope and climbing the wall after dinner, he would rather drink in Li Bowen's bar.
However, his resistance was futile. After dinner, a group of people dragged him directly to the back gate of the park without even driving.
This club is very large. This is the headquarters, and it is said that it has several branches. The headquarters is next to the mountain in the park, so there is an outdoor venue for rock climbing. Compared to those with only indoor equipment, a lot of people come here.
Today is not the weekend and it is night, so there are not too many people. As soon as I entered the club's door, I saw a few people hanging on the side of the mountain. Further in, there were seven or eight people hanging up and down indoors, and some children.
"Ouch," Adrian Sun said, feeling a little dizzy. He could go to the gym every day, but he wasn't really interested in this kind of exercise. "If I hang around for just five minutes, I'll throw up everything I just ate."
"Why not try it?" Li Bowen asked him.
"No," Adrian Sun shook his head firmly, "I'll just take a look."
There were six or seven main participants in this fitness activity. Several girls wanted to join in, so they went to change clothes together. Adrian Sun and the rest of them who had drunk a little more sat aside and watched.
The coach was a middle-aged man with a good figure. He seemed to be quite familiar with them and probably came here often.
Adrian Sun looked at it for a while and felt that it was just like that, so he got up and walked around.
There were more children in the indoor area, all wearing formal rock climbing gear, and some of them were quite skilled at climbing the wall.
Adrian Sun stood at the edge of the venue and saw a photo wall nearby, presumably showcasing the club's thriving outdoor projects. He slowly walked up to the wall and looked at it.
The club has organized many activities, and the photos look quite professional, with many photos of adventures, mountain climbing, and river tracing.
He looked at it from time to time and guessed that rock climbing was their main event. There were many photos and a professional rock climbing team. Many of their coaches were professional rock climbing team members.
They all have good figures.
Adrian Sun's eyes swept across the photos and stopped on one of them.
This is a photo of a back view, hanging on a cliff somewhere unknown. The face of the protagonist in the photo cannot be seen, but the powerful and stretched posture of this person as he climbs up is very eye-catching, with long arms and legs. Adrian Sun stared at him for a long time.
"Would you like to become a member?" Li Bowen stood beside him and asked.
"What?" Adrian Sun turned his head and looked at him.
"Come and play," Li Bowen smiled, propped his hands on the wall, and flicked at the photo, whether intentionally or unintentionally, "If you come to play on the weekend, many of these coaches are here, and they are also training."
"I don't like playing these." Adrian Sun said and walked out of the indoor venue.
"Who told you to play these?" Li Bowen said to the person behind him, "It's been three years..."
Adrian Sun suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. Although there was no mirror, he estimated that the expression on his face would not look very good.
"I..." Li Bowen glanced at him, "I don't mean anything else."
Adrian Sun said nothing, returned to the outdoor venue, and sat on the chair next to Luo Peng: "Are there any drinks here?"
"Yes," Luo Peng immediately stood up and went to the freezer next to him to get a bottle of iced black tea. "You want to drink this?"
"Well, thank you," Adrian Sun took it and took a sip, "Why don't you climb anymore?"
"I just went up and came down," Luo Peng said, moving his fingers again, "This thing is too physically demanding, why not try it? Didn't you always like to exercise before?"
"No," Adrian Sun still refused bluntly, "This is not fitness. I'm afraid I'll be dead if I go up one meter after drinking."
Luo Peng was very happy for a long time, and patted him: "Do you have any plans for your return this time?"
"No." Adrian Sun looked at Zhao He, who was trying to climb up while shouting "I can't do it anymore and can't find anywhere to grab". Li Bowen was quite nervous and was cheering her up with his head tilted up.
"I really envy you," Luo Peng sighed, "you live such a comfortable life."
Adrian Sun smiled.
Is it?
Spending the night in the mountains was nothing to Ethan Fang. It was neither new nor exciting, and of course he was not afraid of it. Besides, he did not stay in a tent this time because the area usually suitable for camping had collapsed and had not been cleaned up, so he stayed in a bankrupt farmhouse in a village in the mountains.
It's not accurate to say that it's closed down. Anyway, this farm stay is located in the mountains and is poorly managed. It usually doesn't do business. A guide like Ethan Fang can only contact the owner and stay there by calling him.
Ethan Fang could fall asleep anywhere, but when he went out to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he was caught by an uncle who couldn't sleep. They talked until 4:30, and he was so sleepy that he almost entered the wrong door when he returned to the room.
The next day when he returned to the city, he didn't go to the club to get the money. Instead, he took a taxi home directly to catch up on some sleep.
When I got off the bus, I didn't forget to buy a Miaoxian bag from a pet shop at the corner of the street. If I didn't come back all night, Mr. Huang might be angry, so I have to coax him, otherwise he won't sleep well.
The place he lived in was a rented house. The rent was cheap, but the environment was not very good. It was an old neighborhood with no gate and no property management. The sewer was blocked in the past two days and no one cared. Water with a *smell was flowing all over the ground.
Ethan Fang stepped on bricks thrown into the water by someone and twisted through the sewage like practicing plum blossom piles, and jumped to the entrance of the corridor. Just as he was about to take out the key, he looked up and saw Lauren Fang sitting on the electric bike in a daze.
"Sister," Ethan Fang called her, "Why are you here?"
Lauren Fang had been staring at the ground. Even the loud noise he made when he jumped over didn't startle her. When she heard him speak, Lauren Fang suddenly raised her head, looking a little confused: "You're back?"
"What's wrong with you..." Ethan Fang was about to check the time on his phone when he saw a purple patch on the corner of Lauren Fang's eye. "What's wrong with your face?"
"Nothing," Lauren Fang stood up, "I've been waiting for you here since yesterday... morning."
"How did you do that?" Ethan Fang wanted to move closer to take another look at her face.
Lauren Fang quickly dodged and said, "Come inside and talk. Is there anything to eat?"
"Let me cook noodles for you." said Ethan Fang.
Mr. Huang was still sitting on the cabinet with a serious look on his face, and the cat food in the bag was dug all over the floor.
While Ethan Fang was cooking noodles, he took the time to open the can and scooped half a bowl into Mr. Huang's bowl. After eating it, Mr. Huang meowed to show his satisfaction, then tilted his head and stared at him.
He took off his hat and threw it on the sofa in the living room. Mr. Huang ran over and curled up in the hat.
"Do you want to add chili?" Ethan Fang asked Lauren Fang in the kitchen.
"Hmm?" Lauren Fang sat on the sofa in a daze.
Ethan Fang didn't ask any more questions. He cooked the noodles and brought them to her: "Are you okay?"
"No, I'll be back soon." Lauren Fang lowered his head and ate noodles.
When Ethan Fang picked up the chopsticks, he saw scratches on her hands. He frowned and asked, "Did you... go to see Adrian Sun?"
"Ah?" Lauren Fang looked up at him and quickly lowered her head to continue eating noodles. She responded vaguely and no one could hear what she said.
"Did you go to find him?" Ethan Fang asked again.
Lauren Fang frowned, turned his head away and said nothing.
"Did he hit you?" Ethan Fang asked.
Lauren Fang paused and said nothing.
"Did he really hit you?" Ethan Fang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Adrian Sun, that Sc*mbag, would actually hit a woman. "Don't say anything. Can I come back and accompany you?"
"Hey, don't ask." Lauren Fang said something, still a little unclear. After a while, he raised his head and said clearly, "Xiao Chi..."
"I'll go find him in the evening." Ethan Fang said with a frown.
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