Rebirth of the showbiz

"You said you are Su Xi's friend, also called Su Xi?"

George, who buried his head in the drink into the shaker, heard the man's intention, raised his eyelids and glanced at him calmly. The man in front of him was dressed in a famous brand, and his demeanor was unrestrained yet elegant. people.

What could such a person have to do with Su Xi?

Except that the gentleness in those eyes is exactly the same as in memory, but what does that mean?

Thinking of Su Xi's death, George couldn't help tightening his hand holding the shaker...

Knowing that convincing George was not an easy process, Su Xi was not at all annoyed by the other party's indifferent attitude. He sat on the bar counter, bent his fingers and tapped lightly, as if he was beating the beat, or calming down his emotions, brewing statement.

The two were speechless for a moment.

Su Xi glanced at the familiar interior of the bar, and said with a nostalgic tone: "I don't need to lie to you. A few years ago, I was traveling in S City. At that time, my wallet was stolen. He once helped me. He happened to know that His name is the same as mine, so we are familiar with each other. During those days, he took me to visit the beautiful scenery of S City. We are like brothers and confidants. He once told me about you, saying that you are one of his few good friends. My friend, if you say you are cold-faced and kind-hearted, you also like to meddle in other people's business... and you also say..."

"Stop it, I believe you, OK?" George said helplessly, "Since you are his good friend, you haven't heard him mention it."

"You know he's... not good at words, and he doesn't take the initiative to communicate with others." Su Xi said calmly.

George sent the prepared cocktail to the man's bed, his gaze became more and more scrutinizing, and he became very curious about this person named Su Xi, he had a feeling that his old friend Su Xi was still alive Feel.

George felt that he was crazy, so he had delusions.

The champagne-colored cocktail, as always, exudes a faint aroma of wine, just like fruit juice, not high in concentration, sweet and not bitter-this is Su Xi's favorite cocktail during his lifetime, and the name is Lianman Qingcheng.

Su Xi took a sip and put it down, "It's too sweet, George, please change to another glass."

"...It's okay, I made my own decision, I should have asked you earlier what you like to drink, sorry." George's irrelevant expression was imprinted on Su Xi's heart like a thorn, with a small pain.

Now is not the time to be honest, Su Xi silently said sorry from the bottom of her heart.

George picked another glass of wine and handed it to him, "You are Su Xi's friend, that is also my friend, tell me, why do you come to see me?"

Su Xi is sitting upright, "Su Xi told me that he has always wanted to enter the entertainment industry to act, but he couldn't get what he wanted because of the relationship with some people. After my observation and various understandings, then Pei Ya is not a good candidate. I am very saddened by what happened to Su Xi."

"So? What are you going to do? Su Xi wasn't killed by Pei Ya." George said, "He came to the bar that day, drank too much, messed with people he shouldn't, and lost his life. Well, for his homosexuals Pei Ya, I agree with you, I handled Su Xi's body, and he didn't show up on the day of the funeral, he didn't show anything, he's really scumbag."

"George." Su Xi suddenly called his name.

"Huh?" Looking at the man who was quietly looking at him, George frowned. The man's eyes were too familiar and too sharp.

"I know you have a way, let me act." The wine moistened her dry throat, Su Xi looked back straight.

The shaker in George's hand shook for a moment, "You...it seems that you are indeed Su Xi's friend."

"You only believe me now?" Su Xi was helpless.

"I used to be in this line of work. At that time, I saw that Su Xi's conditions were good. I wanted to recommend him to act, but he rejected him. Later, I lost my mind to return to the previous industry, so I felt at ease here as a bartender. Master, I have been working for several years, I used to be a manager, only Su Xi knew, how can I not believe you?"

"You're still young, George." Su Xi knew that George was a man with a story. Since George was willing to work as a bartender in a small bar, he wanted to pull people from the comfort to the turbulent entertainment circle. Su Xi Xi felt that he was too cruel...but he really had no choice...George was the only shortcut he could take.

"Really? It's almost thirty this year." George's voice was full of vicissitudes, but soon he laughed, his handsome face looming under the bright lights, "However, a man is thirty golden years old, I You can’t say you can’t do it.”

Joy appeared in Su Xi's eyes, "You agreed."

George looked at Su Xi like a child, "Do it well, for his wish, and for mine..." After all, George didn't say anything about his own, but only the memory in his eyes and the light of unyielding belief Fleeting.

And Su Xi knows that the "he" in George's words refers to the dead "Su Xi".