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The rotary record player in the bar slowly streams some sad classical pure music.

The interior of the store seems to be designed to provide customers with a friendly and private space, and it is quite narrow.Shuang Ye happened to be in charge of the area in the row at the counter. Once the black-haired young man sat down, the space where only they existed alone was divided into a unique two-person world.

Shuangye hadn't expressed any opinion yet, but the person opposite to her spoke out before her.

"I never thought that meeting me again would make Miss so unhappy..."

Noticing that her expression was wrong, Dazai couldn't help lowering his head sadly, and whispered to her with part of his lips.

This person's fresh and refined white lotus acting skills can amaze her every time.But who can't pretend?

"Please don't worry about it, it's just that I suddenly want to beat myself who was soft-hearted and didn't ask someone to beat me hard."

Seeing that guy put on such an innocent look again, Shuang Ye immediately parted the line of her lips, and faked a smile back.

The black-haired young man couldn't help clenching his fist and putting it to his lips, smiling lightly.Because he didn't take good care of his body recently, he couldn't help coughing from his chest when he suddenly laughed, and some of the slightly curly hair fell to the side of his face.

"Cough...please don't say that."

The black-haired young man who pretended to be poor and tricked her parted his hair and held his chin, revealing his haggard pale face, and asked with a light smile, "If I promise to make amends...can you please forgive me, miss?" Woolen cloth?"

Shuangye stared at him for a long while, then continued to lower her head indifferently and make preparations for the bartending.

"Let's forget it." She lowered her head and cleaned the tools, and said casually: "I don't want to be cheated again in the end."

The slender smooth bar spoon filtered the water once, and then tapped the rim of the stainless steel pot, making a crisp sound of ding.

Dazai, who was rejected with one word, his originally slightly elated mood also cooled down little by little with this cold voice.

"Ah...that's it."

He responded softly, the tone was like the low-frequency Hertz of a whale in the deep sea, and the emotion overflowing from his lips floated in the water, turning into foam and swaying far away.

All of a sudden, it seemed that he didn't dare to take another step forward.

At this moment, the light above the head quietly shone on the famous wine bottles on the display rack, reflecting a little halo, which was a bit dazzling here, and made the tired eye sockets that hadn't closed their eyes for several days a little physiologically sore.

But just when the black-haired young man was about to sink to the bottom of the sea full of loneliness, Shuang Ye, who was mixing the wine, actually made a voice towards him on his own initiative.

"What do you want to drink?" Frost Leaf on the inside of the bar put down the object in her hand, and at the moment she brushed the tail of hair hanging down to her shoulders behind her back, she calmly raised her eyes.

Dazai was startled, and it took a while to react and said softly: "Gimlet (corkscrew)."

Frost Leaf took down an unopened bottle of gin from the display shelf, unscrewed the cap, poured nearly 2.5 ounces of liquor into the ice-filled shaker, and then added a certain proportion of Shake lime juice with syrup.

From the beginning to the end, she has been seriously mixing wine with downcast eyes, and the downward extending eyelashes quench the light, like two leaves full of golden starlight.

At this moment, they are bartenders and guests, nothing more.

Dazai sat quietly on the seat and watched her smooth and beautiful shaking movements, his eyes turned slightly from time to time, and finally he was nostalgic for the light dots dotted on the ends of her eyelashes.

Suddenly, he tried to ask the question that kept lingering in his heart.

"If you're working alone in a late-night bar, Miss's lover who came to the hospital to pick you up that day should be quite worried, right?"

Shuang Ye distractedly looked up, and the black-haired young man was staring at her intently, his kite-colored eyes were deep and quiet, even if he was searching for the answer he wanted, his probing method still seemed twisted and twisted.

"That's my friend, not a relationship with me."

Under the dazed gaze of the young man, she opened the lid of the shaker, slowly poured the liquor into a cocktail glass, and decorated it with lime peel.Finally, he clamped the slender handle at the bottom with his two fingers, and gently moved the cup to his face.

"Your Gimlet."

Gimlet is a very classic and refreshing cocktail. The color of the wine presented is slightly cloudy and white, simple and sweet.

Dazai stared at the gleaming rim of the glass, the slightly swaying liquor reflected his face with the corners of his lips raised subconsciously.

——The expression of rejoicing seems to be too obvious.

But the feeling of suffocation that always lingers in the throat of the dying person, as if trying to strangle him, does disappear a little because of this.

Shuang Ye pushed the cocktail in front of the other party and wanted to withdraw her hand, but at this moment, the action of the black-haired youth to pick up the wine attracted her attention.

His knuckles were slender and clean, and even half of his palm was wrapped in a bandage. The bandage was wrapped around his wrist until it sank into the cuff of his suit.And the white fingers he placed on the bar table took a few steps forward like a villain.

In the end, it was carefully placed on her finger holding the wine glass.

It was so light that she could hardly feel the weight, and the icy cold temperature slowly melted on the top of her fingernails, like a small piece of light snowflakes.

"Thank you."

Shuang Ye raised her eyes and found that the young man in black was showing her a clear and harmless smile with a lingering sense of sickness and weakness.

Her eyes immediately became serious.

This bad man who pretended to be poor and lied to her... was so cute.

Shuang Ye moved her fingertips, and pretended to withdraw her hand from under his fingertips as if nothing had happened, while the young man seemed a little disappointed, staring at his fingers just now.

It has to be said that no matter what this man of her age has experienced, or whether it is a disguise, this pitiful appearance that is always revealed inadvertently has indeed achieved the desired effect.

Shuangye stared at him for a long time, and out of courtesy, she turned her head down to clear the ice from the shaker, and reminded softly and kindly: "Although it may be a bit late to say now, at this time, Gimlet, isn't it? Not in season?"

Dazai was playing with the handle of the cocktail glass absently, and raised his eyes in time to look at her plain face that could not read any emotion.

The reason why Gimlet is famous as a classic is precisely because of the famous line in Raymond Chandler's mystery novel "The Long Farewell", [Every farewell is a little bit of death], here you might as well drink a glass Meant to say goodbye.

Dazai didn't drink the wine for a while, but touched the rim of the wine glass that was shining with beautiful light with his fingertips, only a little darkness and fragility remained in his eyes.

"Miss, do you want me to stay...?"

He asked in a hypothetical tone here in confusion: "Or do you hope... you can meet me here next time?"

Shuang Ye didn't understand his unreasonable temptation, but replied naturally and directly: "Of course."

She glanced at the young man with a dazed look, and explained quite straightforwardly: "Drinks have a high commission, of course I would be happy to see you drink two more glasses. But... the premise is that you have money to pay the bill."

If these words were uttered on any man, I am afraid that he would be a model of genuine incomprehensibility.

However, Dazai was satisfied with this answer, or... because he didn't get anything in the first place, when he got this little hope in his arms, he was already extremely happy and satiated.

He couldn't help but sipped half a glass of the cocktail made by Frost Leaf himself. The gin tasted spicy, but the sourness and sweetness of lime juice and syrup gradually floated on the tip of his tongue.

After Dazai finished drinking, he put the glass back on the table lightly.

"Actually, I haven't been in this store for a long time... I'm afraid to step in here, but I can't help looking forward to the scene inside. Maybe it's better for me to stand in a distant place and be a bystander, but My heart tells me that if I come in this time, I may meet that very special person here."

"I don't want to miss this opportunity, am I too greedy...?"

After the bar opened, a few customers came here and there, and sat in the surrounding empty seats.Like them, the faint voice of conversation is like a dim light floating across the bank.

Bartenders are often obliged to respond to customer confides, and a good bartender is even more so.

Sensing his desire to confide, Shuang Ye couldn't help lowering her tone while wiping the wine glass, and said casually, "Did you make an appointment here?"

Dazai smiled and lowered his eyes and shook his head, his voice was as soft as sleepwalking: "No...my friend, I will never come here again."

The faint smile that appeared on his face didn't know what kind of emotion it carried. He just drank the Gimlet in the wine glass slowly, then leaned forward and lay on the bar counter, with his head resting on his arms tilted to the side. On one side, revealing the godless right eye that was lucky enough to escape the bandage.

Under the light, the beautiful eyeballs shone like the blurred state of drunkenness.

"The person I'm talking about—it's you."

Shuangye stopped wiping the wine glass, and turned to look directly at her guest.

"It seems that your body should be weak, right?" She guessed, "Drunk?"

"Maybe." Dazai said to her with a vain smile on his lips, "but it's not alcohol that makes me drunk."

The surrounding lights quietly went away at this moment, leaving only the increasingly intense and dangerous emotions spreading.

Whether it was Shuangye or the handsome young man in front of her who had injured her before, they could all be said to be people whose identities were a mystery.But it is this unpredictable mystery that sometimes becomes a trap that catalyzes obsession.

If Frost Leaf, whose emotions are in a period of emptiness, is fishing with a straight hook, then he is probably willing to meet the fish with the straight hook, and let the hook pierce his bruised body.

The two sides tentatively pulled each other, and when they were on the verge of letting go, they were pulled forward by the ray of light that just happened to shine.

"Hey."

Shuang Ye propped her hands on the bar, looking down at the man who teased her probingly, trying her best to speak calmly.

"I'm the bartender, not the flirt."

Dazai raised his head docilely, and the eyes covered with thick dark circles filled her figure in an instant.

He stretched out his fingers and secretly hooked the end of the ponytail hair that Shuang Ye had inadvertently dropped from his back to his shoulders, twirled around, and the words that came out of his lips with a smile were full of sweet to strong smell of alcohol.

Like the poison that lured her into the abyss.

"But why not?"