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For wine, Osamu Dazai has no emotions of liking or dislike, although he himself is doing wine-related work and has contact with different types of wine every day-but as a bartender, he is an outlier in this group.

The existence that should have left a rich and colorful existence in his life, for Dazai Osamu, is the rain stains left on the glass in rainy days, which will evaporate when the sun comes out.

After all, this thing is like gambling. A small drink can be enjoyable, but getting drunk will definitely hurt your body.

—and very noisy.

While rinsing the mixing pot, Osamu Dazai cast a faint look at the corner of the bar. Since a quarter of an hour ago, there has been a loud sob in that place from time to time, causing the surrounding guests to turn their heads involuntarily.

This affects the mood of the guests very much.

But before Osamu Dazai could say anything, the man who had been soothing the crying person and apologizing to the people around him would turn around and apologize to those who were disturbed again in a low voice. .

"I'm sorry, my colleague has lost his relationship... Some can't control his emotions."

The smiling appearance and pleasant voice let the dissatisfaction dissipate.

Under the dim light of the bar, this man seemed to be covered by a hazy and ambiguous cover. Coupled with his smiling face, the whole person inexplicably had the texture of an oil painting.

Osamu Dazai has seen many smiles, but this gentle smile that seemed to be able to accommodate everything aroused a little curiosity in his heart.

With this curiosity as a basis, he was able to endure the continuous sobbing, but the extra noise affected today's business, and before closing time, there was only the disturbing noise left in the store. A table of guests.

The excitement floating in the air gradually cooled down.

Yuecheng Xueman shook the whiskey in his hand, and the ice puck in the cup, although it melted slowly, became more and more crystal clear with the passage of time.

He seemed to be listening to the complaints of the person opposite, but in fact his thoughts had already traveled thousands of miles away.

Xueman was regretting why she had answered the other party's call today, and wanted to drink alone, so she agreed to go with the other party.

He and the man sitting across from him were just colleagues who had worked together for a period of time, and the other party's crisp and neat style made him a good partner, which was also an important reason why Xueman agreed to the other party's "drink" invitation.

It's just that he never expected that the other party's tears would fall in less than 5 minutes after sitting down.

——Almost scared me to death, okay?

Hearing the other party's sobs, Xueman helplessly handed over the tissue, and was forced to recall the love story of ups and downs together with the other party.

It should be the time to sip the fine wine carefully. After listening to a series of complaints, Xueman was still able to maintain his expression.

However, looking at the bar with only two customers—one of whom was himself—he just felt so embarrassed that he flew up. He wanted to say sorry to the store manager, but he didn't know how to say it.

The biggest problem now is how to safely send the drunk opposite to his home.

"Mr. Fujiwara, where do you live?"

Xueman persisted in asking the same question, "It's getting late." It's time to go home!

"I'll tell you ah woo woo woo..."

Xueman doesn't understand the obsession of crying until his eyes are swollen into walnuts. He has lived until now and tried to communicate with others, but he has never experienced such strong and entangled feelings.

For him, this kind of emotion that makes people's emotions fluctuate too much is poison, and it is an existence that he will never touch.

Just when Xueman had a headache and was about to contact the company's HR manager to obtain the home address of the person opposite, the door of the bar was pushed open vigorously from the outside, and then the footsteps of "thump thump" kept coming, He walked directly to Xueman's side.

Seeing the person coming, Xueman's eyes couldn't help but widen a little—wait a minute, Fujiwara's lover who has complained for seven years, isn't it their immediate boss?

If so, then they are too good at hiding it.Normally, the two of them would face each other head-to-head, and it was normal for them to slap the table and stare. Fujiwara's expression of wanting to stab each other with a knife was not at all pretending.

At this moment, Xueman's heart felt like running past a hundred thousand alpacas.

"Are you here to pick up Fujiwara?"

After getting an affirmative reply, Xueman, who was finally able to send out the hot potato, stood up and made way for her, and picked up her bag by the way, "Then Fujiwara will leave it to you."

Xueman is not in the mood to participate in the flirting between lovers.

Even if both of them are men, even if both of them are the superiors and subordinates of the same company.

But what does all this have to do with me, a simple melon eater?

He ignored Fujiwara's non-stop moaning voice, no matter what to do with the two people who had a relationship crisis behind him, he walked straight to the bar owner who was wiping the glass.

"I'm sorry to have caused you a lot of trouble tonight."

Xueman said in a low voice, took out her wallet and prepared to pay the bill.

Osamu Dazai stopped the mechanical movements in his hands, raised his head, and took a close look at the man he had been observing all night, and found that the man's hair was a rare pink, "Is the wine good?"

"taste good."

"Oh..." Osamu Dazai slowly took the banknotes in Xueman's hand, as if he had suddenly pressed the slow-reverse button, and he returned to normal until the uninvited guests and annoying drunkards disappeared, "Then you have another drink." ?"

Looking at the overly handsome face in front of him, Xueman said hello out of nowhere.

Osamu Dazai is chipping the puck.

There are machines on the market that can cut ice hockey, and there are also molds that can freeze ice hockey directly. As a qualified bartender, hand-shaving ice hockey is his insistence.

Well, mainly the ice hockey produced by these machines does not have the feeling of hand-cutting.In some details, Osamu Dazai has his own insistence.

Besides, the more you cut, the shorter the time it takes to turn a square ice cube into a ball.In the beginning, his fingertips were still red from the cold, but now... well, maybe it was due to Osamu Dazai's constitution, his fingertips still turned a light pink color due to the contact with the ice cubes.

The ice puck fell into the cup and made a "clang".

Osamu Dazai turned around and took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, and stopped after pouring one-fifth of it into the glass; the ladle took the ice ball and swirled a few times in the wine liquid, and the smell of alcohol was rippling.

"Please."

The cups fell on the coasters, and Osamu Dazai pushed them to Yukiman's hand.

"Thank you."

This is the feeling I want.

Closing his eyes, Xueman showed a slightly grateful look towards the bar owner. After listening to the nonsense all night, until just now, he still had Fujiwara's face floating in his head.

But it was different now, the wine in front of him and the owner of the bar pushed all the annoying things away with a domineering attitude.

——Finally relaxed.

Taking a shallow sip of the wine in the glass, Xueman let go of his tense shoulders a little, most of his attention was on the boss behind the bar who had wiped the glass again, and the rest was used to observe First time at this bar.

I have to say that Fujiwara is a bit ugly when he cries (...), but his taste in bars is very online.

The boss looked so young that Xueman was surprised, but his superb skills far surpassed the bartenders of the same age - he ordered whiskey that didn't need to be blended, but Xueman didn't miss the boss's message throughout the night. wonderful perfomance.

The narrow event space behind the bar is the bartender's stage.

The bartender whose name Xueman didn't know was the only performer on the stage, and his every movement could firmly lock the eyes of everyone.

The smooth movements and chic posture made the already performing bartending more gorgeous and eye-catching; just the right strength made his temperament into a restrained and elegant type, which is fascinating.

And the faint please, accompanied by the wine glass pushed to the front, is a rare word that the other party can make a sound.

He had been sitting in the corner before, and Xueman couldn't quite hear what the bar owner said, but when he heard the other party's voice, he immediately understood why people who came to this bar would consciously lower their voices. volume.

If it is to hear every word of the boss clearly, then it is understandable.

Thinking of this, Xueman laughed unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai interrupted the action of wiping the glass again, he wanted to know what the other party was laughing at, it couldn't be the whiskey he bought this time, and it had the effect of making people laugh.

——I'm so curious.

He sighed in his heart.

"This store is the boss, are you running it alone?"

There was no silent embarrassment in the bar with only two people, Xueman took the initiative to talk to the boss.

"Osamu Dazai."

After saying his name, Osamu Dazai nodded his chin towards Xueman, "I don't like the title of boss."

Let him feel that he is no different from the bosses of all other stores.

Xueman was stunned for a moment, "Yuecheng Xueman." He said his name, "If you don't mind, just call me by my name."

The act of exchanging names, for the two, sent an invitation to each other, and they tentatively opened up their world, waiting for the other to enter.

Maybe the fate is so wonderful, never talking to the guests much, even being complained by his friend Sakunosuke Oda, Osamu Dazai, who was always separated from others and the world, met someone he wanted to talk to on this night.

And Xueman, who seemed to be gentle to everyone, actually pushed everyone away with gentleness, and also met someone who could make him smile truly on this night.

Two people chatted about unconstrained topics, and there was no connection between the previous one and the next one.

"I was like a junior high school kid who just met a new friend."

Xueman complained about himself like this, "I haven't talked so much with others for many years." He took a sip of wine from time to time, and the whiskey in the glass was refilled three times, and it was the fourth glass at this time.

Fortunately, he has a good drinker, otherwise the conversation would be interrupted every minute.

"My pleasure."

Osamu Dazai blinked at Xueman, "Me too, it's rare to meet someone like you."

Can keep up with his jumping rhythm, and also has a huge knowledge base, which can provide effective feedback on his content.

Countless men and women have been attracted by Osamu Dazai's face or his unique temperament. They have also used stupid or ingenious strike-up techniques in order to gain the honor of being able to stand beside Osamu Dazai. It's a pity that this group of people Osamu Dazai quickly saw through his boring nature, and then threw it aside without interest.

"That's my honor too."

The smile on Xueman's lips deepened.

Osamu Dazai felt not long ago that the barrier covering Xueman's body was broken. At this time, Yuecheng Xueman, who appeared opposite him, took off his mask and revealed a part of the real exception.

- It's amazing.

As if taking a step towards the other party, this feeling made Osamu Dazai's heart beat two steps faster.

It was obviously the first time they met, Yukiman and Dazai Osamu, the atmosphere created by these two people seemed to have known each other in another world, and brought that familiarity here.

The clock hanging on the wall ticked, and when the hour hand moved to three o'clock, Yukiman had no choice but to say goodbye to Osamu Dazai full of regret.

He had to go to work the next day, and it was too late to go back at this point.

"See you tomorrow."

But Xueman still made an appointment with Osamu Dazai for the next day, no, according to the calendar, it was the second meeting today.

"Tomorrow is the store's public holiday."

Osamu Dazai shrugged, "It's a coincidence that I only take such a rest once a week."

"Is that so..."

Xueman's expression was mixed with a bit of disappointment, "Then..."

"But see you tomorrow."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, "If you are late, you will be blacklisted by the bar."

Xueman didn't know how he got home and got up on time to go to the company to punch the card. Before he got off work, he kept his head in a state of confusion, and almost wrote "I don't want to work" on his face.

Fortunately, both the boss and Fujiwara, who were in a hurry to deal with relationship problems, took leave of absence. There were no tigers in the mountains, and everyone was happy to fish. All colleagues remained beaming, and welcomed the off-duty time happily.

"It's off work."

With a flash of alertness all over his body, Xueman was sober, he quickly packed his things, declined the proposal of his colleagues to get together after get off work, and drove towards the bar that he went to last night.

He thanked himself for his good memory.

Xueman, who was walking through the alley, sighed. When he stood at the entrance of the bar and saw the wooden sign with the word "rest" hanging on the door, he felt that he was not dreaming. .

He did meet Dazai Osamu at the bar, and made an appointment with him to meet again today.

I just don't know if the other party would like him to bring these food in together...

Both hands were full of all kinds of food that he bought when he came here, Yukiman smelled the aroma, and simply wanted Dazai Osamu to taste it, so he bought a little too much without paying attention.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Before Xueman hesitated, Osamu Dazai's slightly lazy voice sounded from the side, pulled a small cart, and he walked over with a wine box in the cart, sniffing the smell of food in the air.

The taste is not bad.

Osamu Dazai said happily in his heart, and opened the door to let Xueman in, "Is this for me? I just happened to be hungry. I moved the goods all afternoon, and my stomach is growling."

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Xueman breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he could go in, "That's great... I mean, I thought I couldn't bring food in, and I was having a headache what to do with them."

"Of course you can bring food. Drinking alcohol will not increase the feeling of fullness."

Osamu Dazai turned his body sideways to let Xueman pass by. In the fireworks created by the food, he also smelled a light and bitter fragrance, probably Xueman's perfume.

Ah, this tastes good too.

He followed, trying to catch more.

The bar counter is like a wife to the bartender. After thinking about it for a second, Xueman put the food on the ordinary square table next to him, "Dazai, do you have a plate here? I'll put the food out."

"Should it be in the closet over there?"

Dazai hesitated for a moment.

It is not difficult for Osamu Dazai to manage the whole bar by himself. In addition, he forbids the appearance of outside food. In this space marked with his label, only alcohol and humans can survive... so he It is true that I forgot where the plate was placed.

Send a message to Oda to ask.

He found a solution in a second, "Another partner came over to reorganize it before, and I'm not sure if the position of the plate has changed."

If someone is not around, he has to take the blame, and Osamu Dazai is quite skillful in throwing the blame away.

"Actually, you can eat it directly."

He walked to the side of the square table, opened the box of meatballs and poked one into his mouth, "Hiss, it's so hot."

Osamu Dazai almost forgot how long he hadn't eaten this kind of roadside snacks. He didn't have any preference for food, expensive or cheap food was in front of him, and he could eat at most two bites to the limit.

"be careful."

Xueman handed over the water at hand, "This is a restaurant I often eat at, and the manager has been in it for 50 years."

Osamu Dazai very naturally handed the box containing the meatballs to Xueman, and asked the other party to deal with the rest. He untied the other bag, poked a fork of fried noodles into his mouth from inside.

This is the smell that Osamu Dazai is familiar with. After all, he is also a local snake in this area, passing by different shops every day.

It's just that he would never think of buying these things to eat.

"How does it taste? It's not bad."

Xueman asked him, "If it doesn't taste good, don't force it."

"It's delicious, but the portion is too much."

Like meatballs, Osamu Dazai, who ate two mouthfuls of fried noodles, stuffed the rest to Yukiman, and tasted other foods on his own.Xueman took it with a good temper, and settled it in two or three bites.

It's not that he eats too much, it's that the portion of the food is small.

But Xueman was sure of one thing in the end, and that was Osamu Dazai's appetite was too small.

Just like a picky cat, no matter how expensive the canned food is, it will only eat two or three mouthfuls, leaving the owner wondering how to feed it.

The author has something to say: I finished writing before 12 o'clock, I am so amazing (roll

When I wrote this IF line, I was inexplicably emotional. Maybe the bartender Zai is too fragrant_(:зゝ∠)_, think of Zai in uniform standing behind the bar bartending, and then pushing the glass over and saying please... …

I'm fine, I'm really fine!

I can't sleep, so let Xueman sleep well!