bereavement

Xie Qin's good mood for the day was gone, and when he went to work in the bar at night, his complexion was not very good, he just kept his head down while mixing drinks, and didn't talk to customers much.

He was wearing a black suit and black gloves, his hair was combed up, exposing his forehead, and he exuded an indifferent and decadent ruffian.

Xie Qin's bartending skills are good, and he is good at throwing bottles, but his work attitude is not up to standard. He keeps a cold face throughout the process and does not sell to customers, which has lost many potential customers.

The supervisor chose to keep him after considering it. Xie Qin should thank him for his face. Men and women take it all. It is a good thing to have a handsome bartender in the bar, and it is easy to attract customers.

"Hello," Xie Qin glanced at the man sitting at the bar: "Have something to drink."

"Two glasses of Long Island, a glass of cranberry vodka," the man smiled, "and your WeChat."

Xie Qin hummed, said to wait a moment, and turned to make drinks. The man squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, looking at him from behind.

The height is conservatively estimated to be 185, the muscle lines of the arms are very smooth, and the Adam's apple looks sexy. There is no other problem except a little thin.

"Slow use."

Xie Qin put the mixed wine in front of his table, his eyes skipped over him, the disinterest in his eyes was obvious.

The man was very sensible and didn't ask for WeChat anymore, "Thank you."

Xie Qin washed the cups with his head down, his movements were lazy and slow. He was a little sleepy, but there were still three hours before get off work.

The thing he experienced the most that night was being asked for WeChat. There were more girls, and some would leave in a cool way when they were rejected, and some would be cheeky and act coquettishly, and would not leave unless they gave WeChat.

Xie Qin didn't give any.

He took out his mobile phone, looked at the only number in the call log, tapped the screen, and two options appeared, "pull into blacklist" and "save to contacts".

His fingers hung in the air, and after two seconds of stillness, Xie Qin turned off the phone again.

He doesn't want to choose,

No reason, just don't want to choose.

He lit a cigarette and smoked until dawn.

Xie Qin opened the door when he came home from get off work. There was no one in the room. Feng Liguang must have gone out to beg.

He washed his face, pulled off his suit, turned his back to the bed, and fell back, sinking weakly into the quilt, and bounced up twice.

After closing his eyes for a while, Xie Qin still didn't fall asleep.

He simply convinced himself.

Xie Qin felt that boiling water was pouring into his mind, and he kept having some inexplicable thoughts, which was fine, and what was even more annoying was that if he didn't do it, he wouldn't even be able to sleep at all.

Xie Qin straightened up abruptly, took out his mobile phone, copied the unique number, opened WeChat, searched for the mobile number, and sent a friend request.

Then quickly threw the phone out, got into the quilt very agitatedly, covered his head and fell asleep.

The sky outside the car window was still dark, with a sad silence.

Jiang Yanyu raised his hand and glanced at his watch, it was 4:17 in the morning.

He just came back from a business trip, didn't sleep long on the plane, and was very sleepy now, but he didn't go home to rest, and drove directly to the company.

Driving into the underground parking lot, Jiang Yan wanted to unbuckle his seat belt when his cell phone rang.

X requested to be added as a friend.

Jiang Yanyu frowned.

Not many people know about his WeChat, after all, it is tied to a private mobile phone number.

Jiang Yanyu clicked on X's business card, the profile picture was a pure black picture, and there was only one photo in Moments.A string of English words written on a black background.

He glanced at it, but didn't look carefully. The general translation is:

"I'm starting to look at my life but I still can't be passionate about it."

Jiang Yanyu's face was still cold, he turned off the phone, neither agreed nor refused.

Xie Qin slept until two o'clock in the afternoon, and rarely lost his temper after getting up. Feng Liguang cooked a table of dishes and cleaned the house very well.

Xie Qin opened his eyes and saw such a beautiful scene, not to mention getting angry, he wished he could kiss Feng Liguang.

Xie Qin jumped off the bed, topless, and sat on the ground without even clothes on. He tasted all the dishes on the small dining table, and gave Feng Liguang a thumbs up:

"Hang."

Feng Liguang pursed his lips, he didn't have the air of an elder at all, and spoke lightly: "It's not good for a child to just swear, he has no quality, and he won't be able to marry a wife."

"Then marry you." Xie Qin burped.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Feng Liguang looked serious, "I'm married."

"Are there any photos?"

"Yes," Feng Liguang reached into the innermost pocket of his clothes, and he pulled out a shrunken gray photo:

"Her time."

Xie Qin leaned over to take a look. The photo was too badly damaged, and he could only see the outline of a woman standing under the peach tree with loose hair, neither tall nor short.

"You have been looking for her for several years."

Xie Qin looked away, and continued to eat.

"Almost 41 years," Feng Liguang smiled wryly, "I don't know what she looks like now."

Xie Qin was silent.

He originally wanted to say, "Then you still find a fart that she won't recognize you even standing in front of you", but when he saw the forced smile on Feng Liguang's face, he suddenly didn't want to say it.

He felt that he shouldn't break the last hope of an old man in his sixties, that was too cruel.

It seemed that Xie Qin considered other people's feelings before speaking for the first time.

In the past, he always spoke directly without paying attention to anyone.

After all, there was no one Xie Qin dared to offend, and at worst he would kill each other with a knife.