Glamorous Self-Help Plan

South Street is an old town, and there is a bar called 'Twelve O'clock'. Each store has two doors and a floor-to-ceiling window. The decoration style of their house is unique. The floor-to-ceiling windows are blocked and the two doors are also closed. For one door, only half of the small door was left. It looked very crowded, but it didn't violate the harmony at all.

Qi Qingxi stood in front of the bar named 'Twelve O'clock', took out her mobile phone, and silently took a picture of the entire door.

【What are you doing taking pictures of people's doors? 】

"It will be needed." Qi Qingxi replied in his heart.

The system was annoyed by his see-through attitude, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

In Qi Qingxi's memory, he has never touched a place like a bar. Although the system says that he has maintained multiple worlds, his current memory is only from the last world, and it is getting weaker and weaker. Totally forgotten.

In this regard, he can fully absorb the memories of this world and count the past. 'Qi Qingxi' has never been to a bar.

then what should we do?It can't all depend on imagination, right?

Not every bar has two big men in black as security guards at the entrance. Qi Qingxi looked at the bleak entrance, which seemed to indicate the bleak business of the bar. After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind to go in.

As soon as the door was pushed open, there was a long creaking sound, and Qi Qingxi's eyes fell on the side of the door, wondering if the door hinge was rusted and lacked lubricating oil.

The inside of the bar is very quiet, although it is a bit dark, but it is definitely not as bleak as it looks outside. From the entrance to the lobby on the first floor, the lights are fully turned on, the lights are warm yellow, and some corners are decorated with some bohemian styles. For the decoration, the lights in that kind of place have colors, such as green, blue, and red.

During this short distance, Qi Qingxi walked very slowly. He was carefully observing every detail. Of course, if you want to draw cartoons, you must not draw in such a directional way. The main purpose of coming this time is to experience the experience of being in a bar. Feel.

Walking to the front hall, he found that there was almost no one here, and even the surrounding chairs were placed on the table, as if it hadn't opened yet.

Qi Qingxi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that it was only past one o'clock in the afternoon, he had just finished eating spicy hot pot on South Street, and he had nothing to do so he found this bar that was relatively close...

"...Is it a guest?"

A voice came from the round bar on the right.

Qi Qingxi followed the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in casual clothes with a stubble standing inside, looking at him speechlessly.

"Yes." Qi Qingxi also felt a little embarrassed, but he still tried to remain calm, "I didn't expect it to open yet."

The middle-aged uncle smiled and said, "Actually, it's still open, but no one is here right now."

"Sorry, I don't come to the bar often." Qi Qingxi said.

The middle-aged uncle said: "I can see it, so what do you want to drink?"

any drinks?

Wouldn't it be nice to have some afternoon tea after lunch?

Qi Qingxi walked to the bar. The chairs here were high and fixed. He sat on them and said, "Have a cup of brown sugar pearl milk tea with ice."

The middle-aged uncle wiped his cup, "...brown sugar pearl milk tea?"

He looked at Qi Qingxi as if saying 'Are you serious' in his eyes.

[I lost my life! 】The system yelled angrily.

Qi Qingxi was taken aback for another moment, then remembered that this was a bar, and immediately said sternly: "I was just kidding, give me a drink...the famous cocktail bar here."

The middle-aged uncle didn't listen to his unprofessional words, and handed over a menu directly.

"There is an introduction here, and a brief description of the taste of each wine. Although they can't be exactly the same, it should be a reference for you."

Qi Qingxi took it with a touch of emotion, and said thank you.

Taking the opportunity to flip through the menu, he began to look at the names and appearances of various alcoholic beverages.

In fact, searching the Internet for this kind of thing can also be used as a reference, but since he has already come here, Qi Qingxi is not going to go back and look up the information with a blank mind.

After looking carefully, he didn't notice that the middle-aged uncle stopped his hands at some point and stared at him with interest.

After choosing the wine, he raised his head, and before he could speak, he bumped into the big shiny eyes of the middle-aged uncle.

"...why are you staring at me?"

The middle-aged uncle coughed lightly and said, "I'm sorry, you are really the best-looking young man I have ever seen."

"A lot of people say that." Qi Qingxi didn't know how many times she lamented that her appearance was really liked by the elders, pointed to a wine on the menu, and said: "This one."

The middle-aged uncle took a look and started to mix drinks.

"You don't come to the bar often, why do you want to come to the bar today?"

It seemed that there were only Qi Qingxi and the middle-aged uncle in the whole bar. During the time of bartending, the uncle started chatting with Qi Qingxi.

"I want to try it and see what the bar looks like by the way." Qi Qingxi said, "Are there many people here at night?"

The middle-aged uncle said, "Let me take a look." He raised his eyes, glanced at the calendar on the wall, and said, "There will be many, today is Friday."

Qi Qingxi hummed, and decided to spend the night here.

"I'm the boss here, and I'm also a bartender. My surname is Qiao. You can call me Brother Qiao." The uncle reported himself.

Qi Qingxi blinked and looked at him silently.

Brother Qiao seemed to be completely immune to this kind of gaze, and said helplessly, "I just look old, and I'm only 35 this year. You're not a kid, are you?"

35?No matter how you look at this outfit, it looks like Yazi in her 40s who wore it to look young!

Qi Qingxi paused, and then shouted with a look of embarrassment: "Brother Qiao."

"You don't have to be so reluctant." Brother Qiao smiled and said, "Let's be honest, you are a reporter, right?"

A hint of doubt appeared in Qi Qingxi's eyes: "Why do you think I'm a reporter?"

"Since you came in, it's not like experiencing life." Brother Qiao said, "Just the miniature giant stone statue I put at the door, you can look at it for a long time, so it can be seen that everything here is very attractive to you. , making you want to delve deeper."

As expected of the owner of the bar, the more people he contacts, the more accurate he can see.

Qi Qingxi was not shy, and said directly: "I am not a reporter, but I am indeed observing everything in the bar. This is the material I need."

"From the material?" Putting ice cubes into the glass and shaking it, Brother Qiao said, "Writer? Photographer?"

"Well, it's considered an author. It's not that noble. Creating small things on the Internet is considered a hobby."

Joe nodded knowingly.

Flipping the wrist, a glass of orange-yellow gradient cocktail is poured into the strangely shaped cup, which glows seductively under the warm light.