Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Impressive pair of lifeless dead fish eyes.

Listless eyes fell on the middle-aged man.

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Heck everyone, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that it’s the end of the modern era, it’s just a story interspersed, haha.

Chapter 154: It's just accommodating people who have nowhere to go

"Are you the boss?"

The middle-aged man asked, after all, a girl who looks so young looks like the owner of this old shop with a sense of age.

"No." The girl shrugged her shoulders, "I'm just a waiter."

While talking, he picked up a wine glass and put it next to the barrel, slowly pouring light yellow wine into it.

I see, it's a waiter, a part-time job as a student, or what?

But it's a little surprising that a tavern with such a deserted business can still afford to hire a waiter.

While thinking, he looked at the other two customers besides him.

The shaggy guy was leaning against the window, with his hat covering his face, his hands crossed over his chest, and he seemed to be asleep. There was a cup of scented tea in front of him, and he had only drank half of it. It seemed that he was already cold.

The light rain fell outside the window, which made the window blurry, and the lights in the night scene outside blurred like the paint dotted in the night was wet.

A young man in glasses sits at his desk eating a fried rice with a comic book spread out beside him.

Students, the middle-aged man smiled, and read comics while eating, it really reminds me of my school days.

"Does your beer need ice?"

Some random voices interrupted the middle-aged man's thoughts and made him turn around.

"Ah, let's add some, this season, even if it's rainy, the weather is still a bit muggy."

"Ah."

The waiter nodded, walked beside the ice bucket, shoveled a few pieces of ice into the beer.

"Your beer."

The beer was placed on the table and pushed in front of the middle-aged man.

Wine and ice cubes are served in glasses, which shimmer with different colors in the dim light.

Sure enough, when a man saw such a light, he couldn't refuse it.

The middle-aged man picked up the wine glass with a smile and brought it to his mouth. The cold wine seemed to dispel all his exhaustion into his mouth.

The moment the wine is drunk under the influence of ice cubes, it is cold, but when it slowly enters the stomach, there will be a slight warmth in the stomach.

Huh, cold beer in summer is irresistible.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes comfortably, without the tired feeling when he first came in.

Maybe he drank some wine, which made him talk more.

Seeing the waiter standing at the bar wiping his glass, the middle-aged man raised his glass and asked.

"Are you studying here, so you work here?"

There also happens to be a school nearby.

"Huh?" The waiter's face was stunned, and he blinked calmly: "No, I'm not studying here."

The middle-aged man's expression was astringent, and he scratched his hair in shame.

"Aren't you studying here? I thought you were a student at your age."

My microexpression reasoning is still so bad.

Really ashamed of my work.

"I won't be younger than you." The waiter shook his head lightly and replied.

Young people really like to joke. No matter how you look at it, they are only in their 20s at most. How can they be older than an uncle in their 30s like me.

The middle-aged man smiled and took a sip of the beer in his hand.

"Anyway, if it's not necessary. Please don't blame me for talking too much. It's better for a girl like you not to stay and work in this tavern."

As he spoke, his eyes became serious.

"I came to this city to work because of a job transfer. After my investigation, this place is not very peaceful."

The middle-aged man shook the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the waiter quite sincerely: "So, if possible, it would be better to work in another place."

"The work in the tavern will work very late, probably." The middle-aged man raised his eyes to look at the waiter.

"It will be dangerous."

"Ah." The waiter put a wiped wine glass in front of him for a closer look. It was clean and almost transparent before putting it aside.

He picked up another one and rubbed it slowly: "Thank you for reminding me, I probably won't change jobs in the short term."

Is that so? The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded understandingly.

Yes, maybe, this job is very important to her.I don't understand the situation and it's really not appropriate to say more.

"Anyway, be careful."

With a cautious reminder, he began to drink in silence again.

The tavern fell into silence again.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the middle-aged man doesn't know how many drinks he drank.

The songs on the phonograph are so old that I don’t know the age. I am used to listening to them, but there is also a feeling of tranquility and immersion.

The beer has a slight sweetness and bitterness. Compared with the beer bought on the roadside, the taste is much better. Come to think of it, the wine here is still good.

The guests were all silent, and no one spoke casually, as if they didn't want to break the rare tranquility in this city.

The waiter stood at the bar, holding a clean white handkerchief, always wiping the glass.

Although it looks lazy, it is still very serious when it comes to work.