[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

I breathed out a breath and sat down in front of the bar, ordered a refreshing apple juice at random, and the moment I raised my eyes, I was immediately speechless in shock.

How should I put it, the world is really small sometimes.

I smiled and looked at the person who was passing the emerald green juice with half-closed eyes, and coughed lightly, "Hey, old itch, you don't even say hello when you see me?"

The person I haven't contacted since the last dinner is standing behind the bar wearing a white shirt and suit pants, holding a pure black shaker and looking at me in surprise, with an earring dangling from the left ear lobe Reflecting the light of the stars, it is still eye-catching.

Part of the reason for learning bartending is because of Old Itch. After being nurtured by this guy, I gradually became interested in this profession, but I didn't expect Old Itch to become a full-time professional.

"Yo, old, old Wu, I never thought, thought of you, you would come to a nightclub, this kind of place. What are you doing here? Picking up, picking up girls? What, what, little brother, no, No, don't care about you?"

I raised my eyebrows, noncommittal, and took a small sip of the juice. My eyes drifted to the seat by the fence on the second floor. From my perspective, I could only see Huo Ling's slightly widened eyes and a somewhat stiff smile.

It seems that this guy Poker Bottle is picky?

It's just that I don't know how far the conversation has gone, and part of the reason for leaving is fear of embarrassment.After all, according to Poker Finger's personality, it is very possible to hit a straight ball, and it's not unacceptable to not say it like this, it's just a reasonable embarrassment.

Lao You wiped his wine glass and was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly started a new topic, "Old Wu, did you think, think, think about it when you were with that man, man?"

I shifted my gaze to him, didn't answer, and signaled to continue with the question in my eyes.

"Men and, and men, very, very, many, many people don't accept it, you, have you thought about it in the future? What if you don't accept it, what should you do?"

"Old itch, can you accept it?" Instead of answering Lao Yang's question, I threw the question back and got an instinctive nod as I expected.Smiling, put down the juice, the slightly sour taste filled the taste buds and stimulated the taste nerves, "As long as the people around me can accept and understand my words, it doesn't matter. At least in my opinion, the current choice is correct. As for the future, why think about the future that no one can predict?"

Lao Xi was stunned for a moment, and then showed a somewhat naughty smile, "Old, Lao Wu, in fact, you, you, you are not, not good at all."

"Hey, I don't think being good is used to praise an adult."

Old Itch ignored my dissatisfaction, took a brand new glass, and seemed to be making PussyFoot (Persian cat) in a familiar way, "Old Wu, have you thought about picking, picking, what to do next?"

"Next?"

"After you do, after you have done what you want to do."

I lowered my eyes and looked at the pure black marble bar. My fingers traced the smooth surface, and the cold touch was extraordinarily comfortable, "Well, I don't know."

"What?"

"It's useless to think so much now. The plan can't keep up with the changes. It's better not to plan at all and let nature take its course."

Old Itch frowned, handed PussyFoot to a hot beauty with long hair and red lips, and said helplessly, "Old Wu, I feel, feel that you are that, that... boring?"

"Okay, you, dare to say that I'm boring!" I smiled, and my eyes drifted to the second floor. Huo Ling lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, but she looked dejected, which made me feel a little unbearable. Don't go over to check the situation, only to be interrupted by the old itchy voice, "Hey, old, old Wu, you still, still, haven't told me about you, what are you doing today?"

"Ah, the exclusive plot at eight o'clock is to deal with the rival in love."

"what?"

I looked at Lao Tick's bewildered look, raised the corners of my lips and pouted from the seat on the second floor, "Did you see that beauty? Huo Ling, the eldest lady of the Huo family, do you know what I'm doing now?"

The old itchy raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes unceremoniously, took the empty cup in front of me, with a disdainful expression on his face, "Huo, the Huo family is a fart, and against you, I, I will look down , as an enemy!"

"Ha, good buddy is very loyal!"

I stood up and patted the old itchy shoulder across the bar. I took the filled juice and was about to return to the original seat to check the situation, but I saw Huo Ling stand up excitedly and said something, and took it away. The jacket left BABY0FACE without looking back.

It appears that negotiations have failed.

I frowned, and suddenly felt that maybe I shouldn't just leave the bottle with Huo Ling alone, and I always felt that it had become a lot more difficult.

People without self-knowledge don't deserve sympathy.

---------Zhang Qi Ling

"Wake up..."

Huo Ling spoke immediately after Wu Xie left, her voice seemed to be a bit sad, I lowered my eyes and ignored the sight that was glued to me all the time, my fingertips ran across the cold wine glass, the uneven pattern on the tactile nerve Deeply imprinted into the brain under the conveyance.

"Qi Ling, do you hate me so much?"

I raised my head and looked at Huo Ling, the appearance of weeping seemed to be fake.Don't turn your eyes to the direction of the bar, Wu Xie and a bartender seem to be talking very familiarly, because the angle of the bartender's face can't be seen clearly, but from Wu Xie's reaction, it can be seen that it is an acquaintance.

"Wake up, answer me." The sudden touch on my arm drew my attention back, Huo Ling pulled my arm, her eyes were slightly red, maybe she looked cute in the eyes of others, but For some reason, it made me even more uncomfortable, and I pulled out my arm slightly, "What?"

"Answer me, do you hate me that much?"

"Ah."

Huo Ling opened her eyes wide, as if she was a little surprised to get such a straightforward answer, she pursed her lips tightly and remained silent for a while before she spoke, "That's not the reason for you to avoid me, Qi Ling."

Tsk, entanglement is indeed a bit annoying.I frowned, looked away to look at the flickering lights on the stage, and the loud rock music in my ears made my irritability even higher.

"Qi Ling, can you not accept me no matter what? I really love you, and it has nothing to do with commercial interests! I admit that I did listen to my mother's words at the beginning, in order to tie up your trump card, but now it's not! I now It’s a sincere spirit, I love you.”

I heard Huo Ling's crying voice and didn't turn my head or speak.

like?What a ridiculous statement, can feelings based on interests be considered pure?I am afraid that only Huo Ling can express feelings based on interests without shame.

Such a feeling, even if it is sincere, the dirty original intention can never make it a touching emotion.

Huo Ling's suppressed sobbing disturbed me, and my eyes fell on Wu Xie, who was sitting quietly by the bar and smiled slightly. I pursed my lips and turned to look at Huo Ling, "So what?"

"Then...at least, I have a chance!"

"No."

"How could it be..." Huo Ling opened her eyes wide, I looked away, looked at Wu Xie's unsparing smile, slightly raised the corners of her lips, "You have no chance."

"Awakening? You already have...someone you like?"

like?This statement is too ethereal, as false as a snowflake in a fairy tale, even if you touch it, you may not be able to get it.I shook my head and said before Huo Ling showed joy, "He is my only connection with this world."

Wu Xie is the only connection I have with this world. Even a famous and profitable author is only as Kylin. As Zhang Qiling, the only person who can make me feel connected with this world is Wu Xie.This is probably something that can be called a fetter. It is deeper than love and liking, and it is a feeling that goes deep into the soul.

Huo Ling picked up her wine glass in silence, drank the remaining scarlet liquid with a dull expression, then looked straight at me, with a firm tone, "It's Wu Xie, right?" She didn't wait for me after finishing speaking He opened his mouth, took his coat and stood up, his emotions seemed a little out of control, and he almost roared, "I knew it! Mom's information can't be wrong! But Qi Ling, you have to know that I won't give up just like that, after all, he's just A man, but I'm a woman!"

I raised my head to look at the back of Huo Ling leaving, and narrowed my eyes slightly.

What can physical advantages change? It is the heart that controls emotions, not the body.

The Forty-eighth.

---------Wu Xie

The streets on New Year's Eve are extremely lively, and the city pictures painted by pedestrians and cars incessantly reveal a bit of dream-like emptiness in reality.

This is the city, without the blue sky and the city full of stars.

Sometimes I think about it, maybe the countryside is much more beautiful than the city. If I could choose, I would prefer to live in the countryside, smelling the fresh air and living a comfortable life.

The number of passengers in the nearby subway station is still considerable, and the silence all the way after saying goodbye to the old itch made me a little breathless. I turned my head to look at the stuffy oil bottle who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and sighed silently.

It would be a lie to say that he was not curious, but based on the current state of Poker Bottle, it is unlikely that he will be able to find out the content of the conversation.

Since Huo Ling left, it has been silent as if the stuffy oil bottle is really dumb. This feeling makes me a little uneasy.I believe in stuffy oil bottles, but yes