light in the north

Not surprisingly, Shen Bei can be seen at a glance when he enters. He is practicing bartending at the bar. Looking at the bottles he is holding, he is probably mixing Tequila Sunrise, something for girls. It looks good, similar to fruit juice.He was not a sissy at first, Jiang Nan thought he would be disdainful, but he didn't expect Shen Bei to be serious by himself.

There was still some time before the opening, when Shen Bei heard the wind chime at the door ringing, Shen Bei looked up.

Eyes meet.

It was only for a moment, he lowered his head and continued to be busy with his own affairs.

Jiang Nan stood at the door, he was still panting because he walked quickly, his eyes flickered, and he looked around the bar.

After hesitating for a moment, he stepped in, tried his best to look normal, and asked, "Where's Don Juan?"

Jiang Nan brushed her fingers over the table on the Santai, helped up the small lamp that had fallen down, and didn't look at Shen Bei, but asked him the question.

Finally, Shen Bei poured the pomegranate molasses along the wall of the cup bit by bit, and it looked like a dark red thick blood stain, which sank to the bottom of the cup.When he was done, he took a sip and nodded.

"Suck powder."

"What?" Jiang Nan felt that she might not have heard clearly, so she asked again.

Shen Bei didn't answer this time, but looked at the recipe and continued to adjust the next glass of wine.I felt that he might want to talk, but in the end Jiang Nan waited a little awkwardly. After thinking about it, maybe Tang Juan was in the staff lounge. Although he didn't care at all, even if Tang Juan died, maybe he just nodded and passed by That's all.

Jiang Nan just felt that the atmosphere was a bit suffocating, and he had to find a place to relieve this tense mood.

Pushing open the door, I saw Don Juan lying on a chair, with his hands bound with rubber tubes, pushing the needle into his veins. There was some powder, a card, a small container, and a lighter on the table.

He raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and only lifted his eyelids when he heard the noise, then threw the finished needle on the table, untied the hose, and took a deep breath.

"what."

He said.His voice fell, and he coughed for a while.

It felt like someone saw him taking phantom drugs and wasn't worried.Instead, say hello as usual.

Jiang Nan was outside the door, completely shocked by the man in front of him.And his mood was not as relaxed as he imagined, but even worse.

The current Don Juan is skinny and skinny, his skin is dark yellow, even a little brown, his eyes are heavy with dark circles, their eye sockets are sunken, and his cheekbones protrude when he speaks. It's only been a week or two. See, he looks like another person completely. Is this all caused by these things on the table?

The scene in front of me can be described as horror.

He was really skinny, so thin that he was no different from a seriously ill person.He was lazily lying on the chair, his eyelids could not be closed, and a pile of shells formed on his mouth.Even people like Jiang Nan, who didn't care about him at all, couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart.

He suddenly understood why Shen Bei had been coming here to help these days.

Because such a Don Juan does not make people feel disgusting and dirty, but makes people feel distressed.

That kind of indescribable fragility softly emanated from his body.His state and his spirit are sending a message.

despair.

Yes.

That majestic breath, called despair, spewed out the moment Jiang Nan pushed the door open, drowning him and suffocating him.

Jiang Nan's throat was stuck for a long time, and he said, "Are you okay?"

Has not been held back.

He finally closed the door silently, then stood with his back turned for a long time.