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Chapter 88 If It Becomes a Memory (Vote Requested!)

After going around in circles, I returned to this bar not far from the company building.

It was like a huge twist of fate.

There weren't many people in the bar at the moment. To avoid the familiar bartender talking nonsense again, Gu Huai didn't choose the bar counter he was most used to.

Why do I like sitting at the bar?
That's obviously because he doesn't often have anyone to drink with, otherwise what? Does he want to get a few shots from the boss for free?

I don't know if I'm considered an interesting soul in the other person's eyes, or if I'm considered one of the more interesting types of people who drink alone.

But now it seems none of that matters.

In the booth, Gu Huai sank into the soft sofa, watching the woman opposite him scan a QR code to order.

"What do you want to drink?"

What did you drink?

Gu Huaixian countered with a question.

Cai Yan glanced at him. "I drank a Long Island Iced Tea."

Gu Huai nodded. "Then I'll order you a Negroni."

"It's not the same, why do you have to ask me?"

Cai Yan said in an annoyed tone.

Gu Huai couldn't help but smile. "No, I was just curious about what you ordered. It has nothing to do with what I want to order. After all, I'll definitely drink Negroni when I come here."

It has to be that strong bitter taste.

Only then will one feel a sense of bitterness, as if it were even more bitter than one's own life, and then resolve it on one's own.

Hearing Gu Huai's unusual explanation, Cai Yan felt rather uncomfortable. She awkwardly smoothed her hair.

Why are you so curious about my affairs?

Gu Huai also reflected on whether he had that intention, but he didn't, did he?

"I just thought you were having a light, sweet drink, like a cocktail. Long Island Iced Tea is quite strong, and it gets you drunk pretty quickly."

"I know, it's not like I haven't tried it before. Do you think I'm the kind of person who decides whether to order something based on whether the name sounds good or not?"

"Of course not. Drinking isn't about following a trend, and you're not the kind of person who pretends to know what you don't."

"You talk as if you know me very well."

Cai Yan was not used to his gaze, as if he really understood her. She didn't really want to admit that she was being gradually understood and figured out by him.

But she certainly didn't know.

In another place she would never go, Gu Huai is interacting with her in his own way, and is truly getting to know this woman better and better.

The wine arrived quickly.

The two drank casually, not really trying to make conversation. As the bar gradually became more lively and crowded, their voices became less reserved than before.

One cup after another.

After finishing his Negroni, Gu Huai ordered a Godfather, while the other person ordered a Martini.

They really wouldn't lower their prescription even a little bit.

She is indeed a very strong-willed woman when it comes to drinking.

As we gradually ran out of things to say about work, the feeling of being slightly tipsy began to uncontrollably invade my mind.

Was it the dim lighting in the bar that was intoxicating? Or was it this unexpected opportunity to be alone together that made it easy for my imagination to run wild? I don't know.

But right across from him, Cai Yan, with her cheeks flushed and her eyes beginning to look somewhat hazy, was incredibly beautiful. He seemed to be gradually forgetting his own identity, becoming increasingly bold in gazing at her face.

"Gu Huai."

Suddenly, Cai Yan, who was already somewhat drunk, interrupted Gu Huai's gaze.

He looked over and saw the other person holding a wine glass, squinting at him.

Were you popular in college?

Gu Huai thought he had misheard. How could a person ask such a question?
He looked at the other person with amusement, "Are you drunk?"

"Who said that?"

"Otherwise, why would I ask such a silly question? Do I look like a popular person?"

Cai Yan leaned closer to the glass, took a sip of her martini, and then seemed to gasp as if she were being chilled. This little action was like a kitten that had just drunk ice water, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

So incredibly cute.

"Who knows? I think your female classmate is quite nice to you."

Do you still remember them?

Gu Huai picked up the Godfather and took a big gulp, letting the bitter and almond-flavored liquor flow down his throat.

Then, she slowly calmed down, looked at the ambient light on the table, and said softly, "University wasn't that different from high school. It was just that I took more initiative. At that time, I felt that it wouldn't be good to live like I did in high school. So I tried to actively integrate into their lives."

"But I don't know if I tried too hard and looked awkward, or if they all saw through my lack of social skills. It didn't really work. Most of the time I was the one running errands, the one being given the most troublesome tasks, and the one who often got ignored when someone in the class had a birthday party. I even thought I had a pretty good relationship with him."

Gu Huai chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Actually, I often feel resentful when I think about these things at night, realizing how ridiculous and pathetic I was back then.

But now that I've said it, it doesn't seem like a big deal anymore. Is it time that's helping me let go, or is it alcohol that's helping me forgive?

Looking at the man who was talking to himself, yet wearing a smile.

The light shone on his face; he wasn't the kind of handsome man with sharp features, but at that moment, he resembled an unmissable candlelight.

"That's their fault, it has nothing to do with you."

Cai Yan said softly.

Gu Huai smiled. "Don't you ever think: 'Everyone else can live a good life, why are you doing so badly? Shouldn't you reflect on that kind of thinking?'"

Upon hearing this, Cai Yan sat up slightly. "I've always felt that this statement makes no sense at all; it's utter nonsense. If you're going to think like that, then when you're being followed by a pervert, reflect on why you're the one being followed, or even when you're being killed, go to the underworld and reflect on why you were the one being killed."

Although Gu Huai was a little tipsy, he couldn't help but look at the other person in surprise.

"It's so satisfying to see you curse. Damn, if I had your guts, I'd be living the high life right now."

This is a genuine compliment.

Perhaps this is how people should live: if you're unhappy, you should stand up for yourself, instead of trying to see things from the other person's perspective.

Cai Yan rolled her eyes, perhaps because she had drunk enough, even this eye roll seemed incredibly charming.

"Since you remember my birthday, do you remember what happened on my birthday in my second year of high school?"

Looking into her eyes, Gu Huai wanted to explain that it wasn't the reason she thought he remembered her birthday. But he decided against it and didn't say it.

Once you're tipsy, you don't seem to care about anything else.

"I remember."

Cai Yan nodded.

"If you remember, then why do you think you are an ordinary, unremarkable person? I still remember the song you sang; at least you were special when you sang that song."

Those were the words that the girl Cai Yan in the simulation did not say to herself. At this moment, the Cai Yan in front of her would not know that her memories may have been altered and 'tampered with'.

But when she slowly said those words to herself, Gu Huai was still somewhat moved.

She's really a good person, always has been. But how could someone so good come back into my life?
Forget it, this isn't the time to question these things. What's done is done, so let's accept it.

He laughed.

"It's just that this bar doesn't have a place to sing, otherwise I would have given you another song to thank you for your kindness."

Cai Yan picked up her wine glass.

"What are you afraid of? There will be plenty of opportunities for you to perform in the future, but remember, you must sing for me."

Is there a big difference between singing to her and singing to everyone? Why emphasize it so much? Gu Huai didn't ask at this moment.

He simply watched the other person raise their glass, and then raised his own glass as well.

"it is good."

Cai Yan's lips curled up in a smile.

“I don’t know exactly what happened to you in college, or why you were different from high school. But I really don’t think you would be a particularly embarrassing or annoying person in anyone’s memory.”

"Perhaps I'm being a bit detached from the experience, since I didn't witness it firsthand. But the past doesn't define anything, and it can never determine a person's entire life. Life is just beginning, isn't it?"

Gu Huai couldn't help but laugh.

"You're quite good at spouting grand principles."

Cai Yan pouted, looking unexpectedly charming and cute.

"I learn it from you."

"Hahahaha, cheers."

"boom."

The glasses clinked crisply against each other, and the music playing in the bar was melodious.

The ambient light below illuminates the glass, causing the luster to shine through the wine and swirl around.

The wine tonight was even more potent and intoxicating than I had imagined.

At the time, they could not have foreseen the value of that night, that moment.

Until this night becomes a memory.

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(End of this chapter)