I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

The intriguing name is called - Bingzhou.

Ups and downs in troubled times, a flat boat.

Just like me now, lonely and mixed in the bustling crowd, but I don't belong physically and mentally, and I can't blend in.

Wander around, walk alone.

I stood against the wind and felt sad for a long time in front of the tavern before I stepped forward and opened the door to enter.

But after pushing for a long time, the door didn't budge.

Is this shop closed today?

Thinking about it in my heart, I couldn't help taking a step back and looking up, but there were three large characters written on it——Pull it out.

I opened the door and entered, and the heating in the tavern invaded every part of my body instantly.Under the dim light, people in twos and threes gathered together, but the atmosphere was not quiet, but a little noisy.There is also a resident singer on the stage, singing folk songs affectionately.

I sat down at a random place and didn't come up to order a drink. The strange thing is that no one came up to ask me what I wanted to drink.

So I was alone, listening to the folk songs in silence, blowing on the heater in the tavern with peace of mind.

There was a table of Nordic foreigners sitting next to me. There were several empty wine bottles lying on the table and on the ground. Everyone looked drunk and passed out, but they still chatted a lot. What are they talking about? I couldn't understand a word anyway.

I took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, recalling all the things that happened recently, feeling regretful and regretful.

Time passed quickly, and the folk songs changed one by one.

Suddenly, a person sat next to me.

I turned to look at him, he grinned and said, "My friend, why are you sad?"

I didn't realize it at first, but when I came back to my senses, I asked him, "Why do you ask that?"

He stepped aside and pointed to the crowd behind him, "Look, everyone is sitting in groups drinking and chatting together, but you are sitting here alone, neither talking nor drinking, and smoking I’ve picked up several. You don’t look like you’re here to get drunk or listen to music, such a big box, are you a foreigner?”

I nodded and told him, "Blow on the heat, it's too cold outside."

"I just got here and haven't gotten used to the temperature in the Northeast yet? Listen to your accent, Southerner?"

"Hmm." I handed him a cigarette and asked, "Do you smoke?"

He took my cigarette and tucked it behind my ear, and I passed the lighter, and he took the cigarette out from behind my ear again, lit it and took a puff, and asked me, "Tourist?"

I shook my head.

"Beipiao?"

I shook my head again.

He glanced at me twice and asked uncertainly, "A student?"

I shook my head again.

He stopped talking, smoking a cigarette, and looked at me with questioning eyes.

I waited for a while, and seeing that he stopped guessing, I told him, "I'm here to find someone."

"find friends?"

I thought about it and said, "It's a little deeper than a friendship."

He glanced at me and said in a tone I understand, "Looking for a lover?"

I shook my head, "Not really." I said, "It's a little shallower than a lover's relationship."

Hearing this, he looked at me with a strange look for a while.Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he said in shock: "Looking for Xiaosan?!"

I took a puff of cigarettes and choked in my throat, and instantly coughed up my tears.

He patted me on the shoulder, and the tone of his speech changed instantly, "My friend, so you are an infatuated species? Are there still people who travel so far and half the city to find wild flowers? The fare is too much Expensive! Aren’t you afraid that the rightful owner of the family will know?”

I waved his hand away, took a deep look at him, and commented: "Imagination is rich."

He froze for a few seconds, "Didn't you look for Xiaosan?"

I asked him back: "Would you catch a plane ticket early in the morning and run from the south to the north, facing the cold wind and fine snow but shivering and curling up in a tavern looking for a mistress?"

"Then what are you looking for?"

I was silent for a while, thought carefully for a few minutes, and then answered him, "Looking for a lover."

When he heard my answer, he was instantly happy, and asked me: "What about your lover? Have you found it?"

"No," I said, "I don't know where he is."

He gave me a meaningful look, "Did you imagine it?"

"I'm not so bored." I told him, "I had some conflicts with him, and then he ran to the north. I couldn't contact him by myself. A buddy helped me find out that he was in Harbin, so I chased him. coming."

He nodded, oh, and pointed in the direction of the bar, "Have a drink?"

I watched him get up, and said briskly, "Okay, order me a glass of Hennessy."

He waved his hand, "I'll let you know. There's no such thing as a bar here. The boss makes the drinks himself. I'll go and see what he plans to serve today."

"I tuned them all myself?" I asked curiously, "What types are there?"

He thought for a while and said, "I don't know, anyway, I can't remember the names of those things. Sometimes when he is in a bad mood, he will drink Coke, Sprite and soda all day long. Whether you like it or not, the price is ridiculous." expensive."

After hearing this, I silently said something awesome in my heart, and then asked: "How much is the price of a glass of Sprite Coke? Can't you order your own wine?"

"You can order it. Anyway, after you order it, he won't make it for you. He can drink whatever he wants to make for you. Anyway, it depends on his mood."

After a pause, he continued: "Actually, there are only about [-] kinds of wines, all of which are created by him, and they are all pretty good. Only the drinks created by him are sold here, and even the Sprite and Coke are mixed by him. What do you want? Hennessy, there may not be any. As for the price..."

He shook his head and smacked his mouth, "Anyway, no matter what I serve you, it will cost more than 200 yuan a cup. I don't know how much it is. It depends on his mood."

When I heard this, I was a little apprehensive, and asked him: "Isn't this store clearly marked with a price? A black store?"

"That's not true." He said, "There are all prices, but the price of each kind of wine is different, and this store can't order wine by yourself, how do I know what wine he serves us today, right? Besides I can't even remember the name of the drink, how can I remember the price?"

He looked at me and said sincerely in a very innocent tone: "Anyway, I always pay on credit, and I don't know how much I owe him for drinks. I don't know if it's more than [-]?"

"..."

He came back after a while, told me that the wine would be delivered in a while, and then sat across from me playing with my lighter.

I am a reserved southerner, and I thought it would be impolite not to ask for my name after we chatted for so long, so I asked him, "Is it convenient to tell me your name?"

"Oh, convenient!"

He nodded, thought for a while, and said: "Actually, people of my great-grandfather's generation liked Mr. Gu Long's novels very much, especially powerful swordsmen like Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng. They are especially able to incite their emotions and ignite their feelings for martial arts in Jianghu."

I couldn't turn my mind for a while, and I didn't understand what he was saying.

But before I figured out what he meant, he spoke again.

"At that time, my great-grandfather especially hoped that I could become a big man like Ximen Chuuxue, so from the time when I was born to the time when I was named, he thought hard for a long time, and decided to follow the example of Mr. Gu Long to show his respect and respect for him. love."

I half-knowledge, so I asked him uncertainly, "So your great-grandfather named you Ximen Chuuxue?"

He was about to answer, but a sneer came out of nowhere from the side.

"Then you look up to him too much. Others call him 'Sword God Smile' - Ximen Chuixue; but when it comes to him, it can only be 'slapping the face to make you fat' - Ximen Chui."

47. What kind of person are you?

I looked for the sound, and saw a good-looking young man dressed in trendy clothes.

This person has a pair of peach blossom eyes with upturned tails, with a hint of mockery.He held two glasses of cocktails in his hand and pushed them in front of me and that friend casually.

Although the weather in the north is cold, every household has heating, so they don't wear much indoors.

I reckoned that this person should be the owner of this tavern. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeve corners turned up to reveal his wrist. He also wore a thin gold chain on his wrist. Under the refraction of the light , Occasionally flashes a subtle and low-key light.

That friend, the so-called 'Ximen Chui', was indeed called by this name, but later I felt that the name was extremely awkward and pretentious.

I just call him Lao Chui, of course, this is all for later.

At this moment, he was extremely dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of the tavern owner who interrupted him and mocked him.

He angrily accused the tavern owner, "How many times have I told you that my great-grandfather originally named me 'Ximen Chuuxue'. But he was already 92 years old at the time, and my birth caused He was too excited, and unfortunately passed away when he wrote the words "Ximen Chui" on his ancestral home. My parents would have made a mistake at the time, so they decided on it without showing it to my grandpa. When my grandpa finds out , They have already given me a good account book."

"Hmm." The tavern owner nodded without any reaction, and said lightly, "This is really a sad and regrettable story."

Seeing that there was no hope in arguing, Old Chui could only shut up unwillingly, pointing to the wine on the table and asking, "What is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Cocktail." The boss said, raised his chin and added: "It's a new one, try it."

The wine in the glass has three colors, the top layer is transparent scarlet, the middle is lake green, with a few traces of