first love is not too late

03

The two entered the bar again. This is a quiet bar. The difference from the entrance of the brief introduction is that the interior decoration is extraordinarily elegant. On the circular stage, there is a resident singer holding a guitar and singing a melodious ditty.They found a place not too far from the stage, and each ordered a Mojito.

Both Ji Mingyu and Fu Shi'an didn't like clubbing when they were in college. They were the top students in their dormitory. Dee's bar, so noisy that they were almost deaf on the spot.

But just playing like this once in a while is quite relaxing. Anyway, in the end, except for Fu Shi'an, all three of them were drunk, and when they returned to the dormitory, they were in a mess again.

Ji Mingyu seldom drank alcohol, he didn't hold a lot of alcohol and had no chance to get drunk, but he was deeply impressed when he was drunk, but his memory after getting drunk was a little fuzzy.

"What are you thinking about?" The waiter at the bar brought the wine, and Ji Mingyu came back to his senses, watching Fu Shi'an staring at the resident singer on stage in a daze, "Does it sound good?"

The man was singing this famous ballad called "Southern Girl".

"Not bad." Fu Shi'an responded.

"Why, do you miss a girl?" Ji Mingyu asked jokingly, Fu Shi'an turned to look at him, "No."

The two drank and chatted about messy things for a while, and after a while the glass was bottomed out, and each of them ordered another glass as if they were not enjoying themselves.Maybe it was alcohol that magnified people's emotions, or maybe it was too relaxed, Fu Shi'an suddenly asked what he had always wanted to ask.

"You come here, Yue..." Fu Shi'an wanted to talk about Sister Yue, but he still didn't say it, but changed his words vaguely: "Isn't Qin Mo separated from each other?"

"What?" Ji Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he lowered his eyes and said casually, "Oh, we broke up a long time ago, don't you know?"

How could Fu Shi'an not know, if he didn't know, he wouldn't come to Zewu in a flash of brain.

"It's been a long time, we broke up for more than a year." Ji Mingyu continued: "I remember I said it in the group?"

What he said was that the questioning tone was sure, and Fu Shi'an lowered his eyes to suppress the emotion in his eyes, and said casually, "Is there? Maybe I didn't notice it."

Ji Mingyu snorted, resting his elbows on the table and staring at Fu Shi'an, as if he was a little dissatisfied with this matter.

The dim light from the bar brushed the eyes of the two of them back and forth, and the emotions in the four eyes became unclear.

"Xu Mian is such a chatterbox, he can't wait to read dozens of news a day, and it's not surprising that he occasionally misses it." Fu Shi'an pretended to be calm, but Ji Mingyu thought about it, and it seemed to make sense, and said with a smile: "He really talks a lot."

After a second or two of silence, Fu Shi'an asked again: "Why did you break up? Don't you like her very much?"

There was a brief pause when he said he liked it very much.

Ji Mingyu didn't admit it or deny it, but just said: "It's not appropriate."

"Where is it inappropriate?" Fu Shi'an asked.

Ji Mingyu frowned and thought for a while, before speaking in a casual tone: "Maybe what I cherish all these years is a vague shadow in my heart. When I see it clearly, it seems to be different from what I thought."

He smiled again, and suddenly said jokingly: "Maybe distance produces beauty."

Fu Shi'an stared at him with deep eyes, and wanted to ask what kind of person he thought of and what kind of person was suitable, but he remained silent for a long time and still didn't speak.

"What about you?" Ji Mingyu pinched the wine glass and knocked on the one in front of Fu Shi'an, "Did you find someone?"

Fu Shi'an stared at the rims of the two glasses that touched each other, picked up the wine glass and turned around, and drank the bottom of the glass in one gulp, "I don't have time to find a partner, I'm too busy with work."

Ji Mingyu smiled, as if he felt the same way, he seemed to have drunk a little too much, if he was more sober, he would find that Fu Shi'an, who was always indifferent, was especially gossiping tonight.

"I can't drink any more, I have to revise the manuscript tomorrow." Ji Mingyu rubbed his forehead, took out his phone and checked the time, "Are you not working tomorrow?"

Fu Shi'an nodded, then raised his hand, and the waiter came over. Just as he took out his wallet, Ji Mingyu glared at him, "I'll pay."

Then he scanned the QR code neatly, and did not forget to say an invoice.

Fu Shi'an couldn't hold back the laughter, the two left the bar, and each took a taxi back home. Fu Shi'an wanted to see Ji Mingyu off first, but Ji Mingyu became angry after drinking some wine, "I'm not a child, nor a girl, what should I give you?" Get out of here immediately."

Fu Shi'an had no choice but to leave first, not forgetting to ask Ji Mingyu to send him a message when he got home.

Ji Mingyu agreed, and took a taxi by himself. The warm air in the car was a bit stuffy, and he realized that he forgot to return the scarf to Fu Shi'an. , The lights are blurred.

Zewu is different from the devil city, the devil city is still bustling even in the early morning, but Zewu has already fallen asleep, only the moon in the sky keeps following him, Ji Mingyu suddenly thought of the days in the devil city again.

Sister Moon is no longer the moon, but a fresh girl who can be seen every day, but Ji Mingyu's joy of meeting her again is getting duller day by day.

He and Sister Moon were at most netizens at first, and they mostly used QQ to communicate before WeChat was popularized.

Only met once before the reunion in the magic capital.

At that time, Ji Mingyu was only thirteen or fourteen years old. He seemed to be on the first day of junior high school. He didn’t remember clearly. He just remembered that it was a spring outing and mountain climbing activity held by the school. When I was in a hurry, I met a little girl in a pink and blue dress.

In fact, Ji Mingyu didn't know how old she was, but she was not as tall as him, so he naturally became someone else's younger sister.

I went up and called out "beautiful sister", and asked her if she was also lost and if she knew how to get out.

The little sister is also very good-looking with a straight face, so Ji Mingyu didn't care about the impoliteness of this man ignoring him, and naturally thought that the moon sister was just introverted.

Although she didn't talk to him, she still led him up and down in the woods silently.

Little Ji Mingyu has a rich imagination. From the joy of seeing people at the beginning, he gradually realized that this little sister is not so good-looking as a real person, and she still doesn't speak. He even thought that he had met a ghost, and almost fell down in fright. The good-looking "ghost" turned around and gave him a hand, the temperature of the palm was hot and warm.Little Ji Mingyu felt relieved, held back her tears and continued walking.

When he got out of the woods and returned to the class team, he turned around to look for Sister Moon but couldn’t find her. He thought, if it’s hot and warm, it’s not a ghost, so it can only be that he met an elf.

Later, after calling around, I got some information from the students in the next class. It turned out that Sister Moon was not an elf, but the cousin of the monitor of the next class.Ji Mingyu tried to come to the QQ account after several attempts, so he added friends only after he had made enough mental preparations.

Sure enough, sister Yue Yue didn't remember him anymore, but Ji Mingyu didn't care, so the two became friends on the Internet. It wasn't until Ji Mingyu became busy studying in high school that they gradually lost contact with each other.It wasn't until after college that Ji Mingyu suddenly discovered that the update of Sister Moon's space was a screenshot of Desheng's offer.

Ji Mingyu went to Shanghai, and indeed met Sister Moon after ten years.

The spirit of drinking gradually increased, and Ji Mingyu seemed to have returned to the time when he lost his way when he was a child. He couldn't remember the appearance of Sister Moon, but he only remembered the gauze hat she wore with a crescent moon inlaid on it, and the pink-blue skirt she wore. Like a starry sky, many stars are shining, when leading him out of the woods, his fingers are very soft.