The noble evil young lady

On the way home, I was moving at the speed of a tortoise. I saw the sky slowly getting dark, and one nightclub after another began to open for business.

The beautiful neon lights reminded me of Suncheol again. . .He died on this very night in the spring of that year.

Xuan Che wouldn't have died without that damned truck driver.Thinking of this, scattered tears condensed into teardrops on my lower eyelashes.

I immediately looked at the sky and blinked quickly, trying to quickly hide the tears that were about to fall in the blurred night, but when I saw the stars in the sky, the tears flooded even more, as if the embankment had burst.

Why cry, Xuan Che just left, not dead.

Even though I know this is the most outrageous lie in the world, I still enjoy deceiving myself, or. . .Take Mu Ze as Xuan Che's stand-in. . .

Today, my mood is extremely low, and I have walked into a bar that is not very eye-catching but has a special personality without knowing it.

When I came to my senses, I was about to go back home. A young man at the bar with a glass of colorful cocktail in his hand smiled at me. His eyes were illuminated by the various lights in the bar, as if he wanted to hypnotize people. , Let my footsteps move in the direction of him unconsciously.

When I approached him, he waved the cocktail in his hand to me, and turned his head to taste it seriously.

Really, it drew out my desire to drink.

I greeted the waiter at the bar: "Brother, bring me a box of cold beer."

This little brother looked at me with disdain, as if he was saying: Finish your drink, don't get drunk here. . .

I glanced at his back, underestimating you, I will let you see my big sister and me in a while, and then added, "No ice, no money!"

The little brother glared at me, and put a case of beer in front of me. He took out a bottle of wine and quickly opened the bottle cap. A smell of wine mixed with carbon dioxide came to my face. I took the bottle with one hand and looked at it. The boy holding the cocktail glanced up and took a few swigs from the bottle. Although it was mid-spring, the temperature at night was still very low. My throat was itchy from the cold beer, and I coughed several times in disbelief. The voice, the waiter looked at me gloatingly, and really wanted to say: I know you can't do it.Also beat the swollen face to pretend to be fat!