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When Bhagavan woke up, he felt his throat was somewhat dry.
A glass of water appeared in front of him, held in a bony white hand, with two black rings on the knuckles of the index finger. Boga raised his head and saw Vincent's handsome face.
He looked down at the blanket on his body again, recalled what happened last night, and finally confirmed that nothing had happened between them.
Bhagavan: ...
Yesterday, after Boga and Vincent left the bar - don't ask why they left together like that, anyway, Vincent's look made Boga follow him automatically, and Vincent naturally handed him the spare helmet hanging next to the motorcycle. Then Luna sat on the back seat of the black-haired female insect who came to the Deep Blue Bar for the first time, and drove away with the roar of the jet.
Vincent took him to the nearby night market to eat charcoal barbecue, took two bottles of cold beer for himself, and opened a can of black tea and milk for Boga. Boga was a little unhappy, and was about to push the black tea and milk away to get the wine opposite, but the female insect held the bottle of wine in one hand and nodded her throat with the other.
Lead singer Luna just howled through five songs.
Boga was stunned, then silently withdrew his hand and sipped the milk.
After eating, they went to visit a bonfire party along the coast. Open flames are rarely seen in big cities, and only in the old city in the southwest do such ancestral imitation activities happen occasionally. The combination of machinery and tradition is more gorgeous and psychedelic than any scenes that human society can imagine. It was also the first time that Bojia had the opportunity to see such an occasion. In fact, if Vincent hadn't driven him around and around and suddenly appeared here, he would probably never know that such an open-air event is held regularly at Bailu Beach on the coastal line of District No. 17.
As the orange-green phantom fire swayed, he tilted his head to look at Vincent's face standing quietly on the side. The female insect had a very straight nose, and his handsome profile was like a beautiful unsheathed sword, or like the moon hanging in the night. The firelight cast a cluster of faint blue on his inky black eyes. There was noise and joy all around, but he looked at the flames, but seemed quiet. Boga could feel that because of his presence, this place was a little more quiet than other places, as if the insects passing by had spontaneously reduced their movements, or it seemed to be a simple sensory illusion.
Then they got on their motorcycles and rode along the long coastline.
Bhagat felt very happy.
This was his first time riding a motorcycle.
There were no exaggerated safety devices, just his arms tightly holding the driver's waist.
Of course he had been on many dates, but obviously no female insect would take a male insect on such an indecent and dangerous ride. They would only take him to the high-end Situlaya restaurant, the symphony theater, and the sky viewing platform, and then open the door of the stretched hovercraft and welcome him in.
Bhagat felt bored and soon tired of dating, so he chose to pay a fine to get rid of the social system.
Just as he had no interest in becoming a big star on the screen, he also had no interest in marrying a high-level female insect and living a luxurious life that most male insects were keen on.
Bhagavan was a little eccentric since childhood.
Among a group of little male insects playing with dolls, he seemed very out of place as he was holding a toy electric guitar. He hooked the strings and played them clangingly without any method. The harsh sound of the strings soon caused the little male insects around him to cry loudly. The teachers hurried over and comforted the other larvae while carefully and kindly stopping Boga.
When he was in middle school, he formed a band in school and was quite popular. However, the females who joined the band, whether it was the drummer or the guitarist, would gradually show their intention to pursue Boga after two weeks. Boga was just speechless and annoyed by this. Could you please learn your score first?
After finishing his secondary education, he had no intention of continuing his studies. At the same time, because of his age, his family began to urge him to arrange a female king and a female maid, creating endless dates and encounters in front of him every day. So on a sunny afternoon, Boga put his guitar case on his shoulder, took nothing but the terminal, and left the planet where he was born. He bought a random boat ticket and finally landed on the capital planet.
He had no financial preparation, but as a male insect, he was good-looking and could sing, so he thought it would be easy for him to make money. He could just go to a bar and play and sing, and the boss would be generous with the credits, so it was easy for him to support himself. Although the little money he earned might be pitifully small according to the general spending concept of male insects, Boga was not materialistic, and he had no requirements for luxury goods or quality of life. He would even always wear random branded T-shirts, shirts, and vests that he bought online in batches.
At this moment, he was sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, hugging the waist of the female insect in front of him tightly, with the whistling sea breeze in his ears. He called out "Vincent", but the sound was instantly blown away by the wind.
They drove around like this without any prior agreement or plan, in a strange way until late at night, until Boga yawned and looked tired. Vincent drove his scooter, which had slowed down since entering the city, and leisurely parked it in front of a car dealership with a graffiti title that was very unique and confusing. He took out the terminal key and pressed the button to open the door.
Boga followed him into the store, which looked bigger inside than from the outside, and was filled with cars whose names he could not remember.
"Are you the boss here?"
The female insect nodded and continued to lead him upstairs at an unhurried pace. After walking up the wooden stairs, they found a small attic with a triangular window. The whole attic was not large, but there was a brown leather sofa, pillows, blankets, and white velvet carpets. Vincent propped up the window a little and lit a small tower-shaped dish of incense on the small wooden table by the window. The fragrance of a mixture of pine, cypress and grass drifted in the small space, soothing and soft. Boga on the sofa gradually felt his eyelids heavy. He tried to keep his eyes open, and the last image in his consciousness was the tall figure by the window.
…
"You're awake."
Boga was still in a daze when the clear voice of the female insect rang in his ears.
When he came to his senses, he noticed that Vincent's loose curly hair was a little wet, his jacket was thrown on the armrest of the sofa, and his black tights were replaced with a loose dark gray shirt. He looked like he had taken a shower. Boga glanced at the retro clock on the table, which showed the time was 13:32, which was past noon.
There was also a cream crepe on the table.
Boga stood up from the sofa, stretched his stiff body, then simply rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, and ate the crepe.
When I went downstairs, Vincent was leaning on the table not far from the door, twisting some car part in his hand and wiping it slowly.
He picked up the polished small part, blew on it gently, put it back in the drawer, and said to the approaching Bhagat:
"Let's go, I'll take you home."
Boga caught the familiar helmet and looked at the female insect who straddled the motorcycle with her long legs, but he did not move for a while until the female insect tilted her head slightly in confusion, indicating to him what was wrong.
Boga touched the protruding star pattern on the helmet, raised his eyes, and met Vincent's black eyes behind the goggles.
For the first time in his life, the rebellious musician asked:
"Would you like to schedule my next date?"
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