berlin rose

Chapter 1 Thief Rose

It was night.

In the city center where tall buildings stand tall, pedestrians are rushing past shoulders like flowing water, rubbing against the tiredness of sleeping late under the setting sun.A man in a suit and leather shoes stood hesitantly at the intersection, and several traffic lights followed the traffic.In the end, he lifted the corners of his drooping lips with a smile, and escaped into a bar on the corner of an inconspicuous street with the heavy sunset on his back.

This bar looks small from the outside, with a neon sign hanging on the ordinary door, and the colorful and dim lights spell out a Spencer English:

"MOONLIGHT".

At first glance, it is completely standard for ordinary cheap bars.

As if to reinforce this impression, I glanced at the bar, but there were only a few people, too few even at the awkward time when the nightlife was just beginning.

However, because the air conditioner is fully turned on, and there are no broken melon seed shell beer bottles and lingering smoke smell like other bars of the same level, it is a good place to kill time in the steaming midsummer, especially for people like Jiangdie. For a social animal with no worries.

So since the beginning of summer, he has become a frequent visitor to this place, happy to pass the long boring nights here.

"But I forgot to bring roses to Ruan Fang today..." Jiang Die stood at the door of the bar, thinking of the band DJ, he hesitated again with the question he had just hesitated at the intersection.

But he finally gave up walking a few kilometers to the flower shop called "Orphans of Berlin" to buy a dried red rose that was still bright in color.

The owner of "Berlin Orphan" is a girl who seems to be just at the age of college, maybe she is still at the age allowed to have fantasies, all kinds of romantic sentiments always make Jiang Die feel in a trance how his life is like this scarcity.

The dried red roses that Jiang Die often buys are called "thief roses".In the process of pressing into dried flowers, every inch of the meridians of roses are carefully intertwined with the perfume "Thief Rose". When picked up, it is the initial slightly sour and fresh woody fragrance of "Thief Rose".

As if holding such a rose to invite others to enjoy this long night with yourself is also romantic.

"But let's forget it, I believe Ruan Fang won't blame me. It's a big deal to give away two next time." Thinking of this, Jiang Die's mouth raised a sincere arc, as if remembering something, and smiled. He muttered to himself: "I am also looking forward to the day when you collect more than 99 'thief roses'."

Jiang Die took his usual seat in the corner, and occasionally someone passed behind him, disappearing into a very dark corridor at the end of the bar.

It was as quiet as a silent deep well, and when looking at the bottom of the well, one could only see thick and deep unknown dangers.

Because he is a frequent visitor to this bar, Jiang Die has more or less heard from the staff's cryptic hints or other customers that this seemingly ordinary bar and another large-scale club in this city belong to the same owner.

Most of the activities done by that club are shady, and it is no wonder why not too much has been heard about it.

After all, even its regular import and export are located elsewhere, which is very secretive and few people know about it.The secrecy work is almost done to the extreme.

And this small bar is just one of its disguises.

Jiang Die put the briefcase aside and took off his glasses.His arms rested casually on the back of the chair, tapping regularly on his temples.

As if it had become a habit, every time he tapped 59 times, Ruan Fang would always appear in front of him on time, as if he didn't want to make him wait for a minute.

In the ears are the whispers of customers in the bar hall, mixed with the sound of crisp ice cubes hitting wine glasses.

Suddenly, the surroundings were silent for a moment, and a burst of clear jasmine fragrance entered his sense of smell coolly, and someone came out of the bar waiter's rest area.

The high-top Martin boots uniformly ordered by the waiter knocked on the wooden floor, so that Jiang Die could almost picture in his mind the appearance of black trousers tucked into the upper of the boots, making a cold and masochistic rattle.

At this moment, the familiar smell surrounded him again, and even with his eyes closed, Jiang Die knew that it was Ruan Fang.

Ruan Fang still smelled of slightly inferior smoke oil, but today it seems to have faded a lot for some reason.I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Ruan Fang seems to have a bit of jasmine fragrance on his body.

It's just very light, so light that the smell of smoke oil is still obvious.

Jiang Die is a person with a very sensitive sense of smell, and his judgment of whether the smell is good or not is not much different from ordinary people.

But Ruan Fang's meaning to him is a bit special, so after he asked whether he could stop smoking so much but was rejected by Ruan Fang with a wry smile, he never expressed his thoughts on the smell of inferior e-liquid .

Ruan Mian is the DJ of the band, and the band in the small bar has no formal work assignment.So sometimes he needs inspiration to write scores and fill in lyrics, so he relies on smoking.

As for the smell of inferior e-juice, Jiang Die himself decided to keep silent.

Whether it is because of Jiang Die and Ruan Fang's current ambiguous relationship or other reasons, Jiang Die feels that he has no position or reason to get too involved in Ruan Fang's life.

So he never asked Ruan Fang why he didn't buy higher-end cigarettes, whether he couldn't afford them, or he just didn't like smoking and couldn't get used to them.

Jiang Die opened his eyes, curled up his thick and colorful eyebrows, and apologized innocently: "Honey, I forgot to bring you roses today..."

Ruan Fang almost put his whole body on it, "It doesn't matter, remember next time." Then he raised his eyebrows, "But next time you forget me, you will be angry."

His breath was right on Jiang Die's ear, softly and softly soaking Jiang Die in a comfortable atmosphere.

One of them is sitting and the other is hugging.

They are always like this, like two fish stranded on a strange beach, silently waiting for each other's destination.

Who knows what the disparity in status will become after they leave this place.

They don't care about these, anyway, all they need here is such a simple snuggling relationship.

That's it.

The comfortable temperature always brings people a tired feeling like a tired bird returning to its nest. The soothing rhythm of a symphony is flowing in the air, and Jiang Die's head begins to feel dizzy.

He couldn't even remember when Ruan Fang left to prepare for the evening performance.

It wasn't until the slightly familiar jasmine fragrance that he had smelled just now came back to him, that Jiang Die finally woke up, and looked up at the clean eyes of the young waiter.

Even with the purple colored contact lenses that were blurry under the light and gave a sense of distance, those eyes looked extraordinarily clean.

"Sir," a blunt white hand appeared in his field of vision holding a dark tray, "What a neglect, what would you like to order?"

The young man bowed his body slightly, and Jiang Die felt that the fragrance of jasmine became stronger.

With this posture, he can see the young man's thin chest with a light glance.I don't know why, but the collar that was supposed to be quite wide collapsed, and a few strands of thread were pulled out, even the top button came off the thread.

This pose is a bit too awkward and ambiguous.Jiang Die was afraid that it would be difficult for Ruan Fang to explain after seeing it, so he sat a little further away in a hurry, and played the antonym of "leave no trace" vividly.

The young man lowered his eyes, glanced at his neckline, and seemed to want to stand up helplessly and leave this position.But just now he raised his head and lowered it hastily, Jiang Die felt that his aura seemed to become a little weaker for a moment, as if he was avoiding something.

Maybe it was because he felt embarrassed because he only took the air-conditioning and didn't order, or maybe it was because of the embarrassment he gave the other party just now, Jiang Die thought about it for a while.

"Perhaps you want to try the Margarita, our cocktail drink?" The young man relieved him thoughtfully, "It can make people taste the woody aroma of apple and plum, and it will match well with your 'Thief Rose'."

He smiled at Jiang Die softly, "How about it, sir? Do you want to have a try?"

Jiang Die raised his eyebrows to look at him with interest, the boy's face was still a little immature, he looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old.

It may be that he has received training as a waiter. The young man has a good posture and a tall and straight figure. Even the shirt uniform that is out of shape and out of shape still fits him very well.

The exposed skin is too fair, as if it has not seen the sun for many years.Under the light of the bar, the small mole on Lin's neck stood out.

The boy's facial features are not one-on-one beautiful, maybe they haven't fully grown yet.But the win is that the lips are red and the teeth are white, and there seems to be a flash of light in the eyes. When the eyelids are thin and drooping, they look particularly moving.

Jiang Die nodded in tacit agreement. He never liked to embarrass people, especially beauties.What's more, he did have some malicious thoughts towards others.

He is not the kind of romantic guy, or a fat-headed idiot, and he seldom shows embarrassment to people, but he put a label on him the first time he met the boy.

"He's really good for bed."

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The author has something to say:

*Scent smelled by Jiangdie: woody fragrance in the top note, apple plum rose patchouli in the back note

Scents smelled by other people: the sour smell of rotten plums and rotten apples and the strange smell of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water

There is indeed a lot of controversy about the scent of "thief rose", but its meaning is really beautiful.

*This article was written because of a stalk.

Boss: This is the mission goal for this time.

Killer: (raises eyebrows)

Boss: know?

Killer: slept