Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The noisy bar was surrounded by colorful neon lights, and the men and women in the booths were mostly in groups of three or five, making the sound of clinking glasses.

There was only one booth in the corner, where a dark figure sat. The colorful lights occasionally shone on him in time with the rhythm of the music, casting a hazy and dim shadow on his figure.

His quiet temperament seemed out of place in this bustling bar. He sat there quietly, only occasionally picking up his glass to take a sip of wine.

His neat short hair was tied into a warrior style, which made his handsome features look even more stern and tough, adding a bit of chill.

Even when he was sitting, his crossed legs revealed his impressive height and muscular build. Such a high-quality man sitting there alone naturally attracted the attention of many young women.

Some of them were dressed provocatively, some were dressed innocently, some were enthusiastic, some were shy, they all came to him and wanted to have a drink with him or exchange contact information, but he rejected them all with a cold face.

He sat like this for more than half an hour, when suddenly a blue cocktail was placed on his table. He looked up from the hand that placed the cocktail and saw a delicate, handsome face, and her short, wolf-tail hair that shone with a blue glow.

She was wearing a bar work uniform and seemed to have a smile on her face.

"Alone?" Fang Ran had been watching him for a long time.

It had been a while since they last met. When Fang Ran saw him enter the bar, she thought he would sit at the bar like he used to and quietly watch her mix drinks. But he didn't. He just picked a quiet booth and sat there, ordering a few bottles of whiskey.

From the position where Fang Ran was mixing the cocktail, he could just see his profile. Fang Ran thought he was waiting for a friend, but after waiting for more than half an hour and seeing that he was still alone, he mixed a glass of the drink he liked before and brought it to him.

"Yeah." Ou Zilin responded, his eyes falling on the blue cocktail.

Fang Ran pushed the wine glass in front of him and said, "You treated me to a cigarette last time, so I'll treat you to this drink."

Ou Zilin looked at the glass of wine and said calmly, "I've tried to mix this wine myself, but it never tastes right."

"Actually, there's an exclusive secret recipe." Fang Ran sat across from him and smiled gently. "I guess you smelled the fragrance of the lime when you drank it, so I added lime when you mixed it yourself."

Her guess was indeed correct. Ou Zilin nodded and waited for her to continue.

"But you should have forgotten one thing," Fang Ran said, "You also need to add three drops of green apple juice."

Hearing this, Ou Zilin's brow relaxed for a moment. So that's how it was, but he seemed a little puzzled. "Why add green apple juice? I don't taste that flavor."

"The green apple juice has a very refreshing aroma, and the combination with the lime creates a wonderful taste, but there's not much so people won't notice its smell." Fang Ran smiled, "Remember, no more, no less, just three drops."

"I got it." Ou Zilin picked up the glass of wine and took a sip. Sure enough, after she said that, he could taste the aroma of green apples.

He looked at the light blue liquid in the glass, his eyes flickering slightly. "Tang Ming also loves to mix drinks. When we were in the army, he used to mix us a few drinks whenever he had nothing to do. They were awful, but he never got tired of it. Qi Tai was always the first to test for poison, but he never refused. However, no one mixes drinks that awful anymore, and some people can no longer drink them."

Fang Ran sat across from him, listening quietly to him. This was the first time in all the time they had known each other that he had spoken so much. Although his tone remained calm, there was a sense of loneliness in his words.

Fang Ran had met Tang Ming and Qi Tai once in London and had an impression of them. She knew they were Ou Zilin's men and that they had been in an accident a while ago.

No wonder he has been sitting here drinking alone.

Fang Ran didn't know how to comfort others, nor did she intend to comfort Ou Zilin. She always felt that there were some things that others couldn't comfort, but she could be a qualified observer and listen to what others had to say.

"If you're willing, you can tell me something." Fang Ran looked up at him and smiled faintly. "I have a bad memory, so I might forget it after I hear it."

She was willing to be a quiet companion, just like he had stood silently beside her when she was in a bad mood before.

Ou Zilin never had the desire to share his past with anyone, but when his dark eyes looked at Fang Ran, he actually had an urge to chat with her.

"Do you know how it feels to have countless companions' lives lost in your hands?"

Ou Zilin looked at her, his tone still calm. "In our headquarters, there's an electronic screen that records the roster of all members. It's placed in the center of the base. When a new member joins the unit, their information is entered on the screen. If someone dies, their information is erased from the screen."

He returned to the headquarters a few days ago to settle headquarters affairs, including dealing with the matters of Tang Ming and Qi Tai.

"When their information is completely erased, it's a declaration to the rest of our comrades that they've sacrificed their lives." Ou Zilin's dark eyes fixed on the wine in his hand. "Besides Brother Che, I'm the only one with the authority to do this. So, over the years, I remember every name I've erased."

Fang Ran listened to him quietly, his low and calm voice seemed to be telling a story.

She asked, "Have you always been in the army of Country Y?"

"No." Ou Zilin met her curious eyes. "I never saw my mother since I was a child, and my relationship with my father was not good. When I was young, he thought I was a rebellious child, so he sent me to the army in China for training to temper my temper."

"Later, I learned that Brother Che had formed his own army in Country Y, so I retired from my job in China and went to Country Y to help him manage the army."

They said they were going to help him manage the army, but the army never recognized the airborne troops, so he relied on his own strength to reach the top position step by step.

"Since you have shared your story, I will reciprocate by telling you one of mine." Fang Ran picked up a wine glass on the table, clinked it with Ou Zilin's glass, and drank half a glass of wine.

"When I was a kid, my father gambled and got our family deeply in debt. He borrowed a lot of money from friends and family, claiming it was to pay off the debt, but ended up running off with my mother's donations."

Meeting Ou Zilin's slightly trembling eyes, she smiled and said, "You heard right, he ran away with my mother and left me behind."

When she said this, she seemed to be thinking of her childhood, and curled her lips in a mocking manner, "I was fostered by relatives and grew up."

Her fingertips tapped the wine bottle on the table. "I'm a bartender here because the salary is high."

"Actually," she looked at Ou Zilin and smiled gently, "everyone has their own destiny and their own hurdles to overcome. And these hurdles need to be overcome alone. No one can do it for you."

It was obvious that Fang Ran had hidden this past very deep in his heart and had never told anyone, including Ruyi and Xilan.

But she didn't know why she said all this to this man without any precautions.

She thought, maybe it was as a condition of sharing stories with each other.

Perhaps, it was the trust in this man, believing that he would not hurt her by using her weak spot like other men did.

Just say whatever you want to say.

After she finished speaking, she stood up and said with a smile, "I should forget your story by tomorrow, and you should forget my story too. I have to go to work, otherwise the manager will deduct my salary."

"Wait a minute!"

When she turned around, Ou Zilin stood up and took out his wallet, "I haven't paid for your wine yet."

Fang Ran quickly stopped him from taking the money. "Although I have to work hard to make money, I can still afford this drink."

Ou Zilin had already taken out half of his red bill, and when he put it back in, a photo fell out.

"You dropped something." Fang Ran bent down to cut it.

I just picked it up and found it was a photo.