berlin rose

"Please enjoy."

Maybe this is the advantage of the small bar. Because there are not many people, the work efficiency of the bar is quite high. Jiang Die felt that he was just chasing the young man at the bar and watched for a few moments. The so-called Margarita It was served.

Jiang Die just glanced at it and knew that this was not the cocktail margarita he understood from above, it should just be that this small bar borrowed the name as a gimmick.

It's still the same boy as before, but now he has rolled up his sleeves, the light blue blood vessels on half of his white and slender forearm are clearly outlined, and he can faintly see the sharply cut lines of the upper arm under the sleeve.

Taking advantage of the time when he was passing the wine, Jiang Die asked with a slight smile, "Is your boss treating the employees harshly?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately lowered his voice with a hint of cowardice, and asked with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye with obvious deliberate intentions: "Why do you say that, sir?"

He breathed a little, revealing a little bit of hope that Jiang Die hadn't noticed mixed with emotions in a place that Jiang Die couldn't see.The voice fell softly in Jiang Die's ear.

But Jiang Die didn't reply, he just tilted his head and sipped his cocktail, frowning slightly, "This wine is not bad."

He didn't answer him directly, and lowered his eyes with some inquiry.

This young man's appearance is really attractive, and his attraction to Jiang Die is even more indescribably strong. He can clearly feel that his breathing is a little heavier.

Then why didn't he have any impression of the boy before?

What's more, the boss is really big-hearted to use such a boy as a waiter.

Obviously, the button that was pulled off meant that something had happened.

Jiang Die is not the kind of person who likes to get involved in troublesome things.

Thinking of this, Jiang Die stopped the impulse he had first glanced at, but he was a little unwilling.I'm afraid it's just that I think too much and miss such a beautiful and rare person who makes him desire for nothing.

I hope it's really not my own dark speculation.

Seeing that the young man was so beautiful that he hooked his heart and mind, he was unwilling to fight with reason, and before he could reach a result, he was interrupted by the young man.

"As long as you like it."

He put the tray back to his chest and bowed respectfully.Just about to leave, Jiang Die looked at his back, licked his lips, and stopped him.

"How do you know about 'Thief Rose'?"

The young man turned around, his eyes curled up in a beautiful arc, looking a little coquettish and innocent: "Not only can I smell it, but I also know its meaning. After all, this kind of perfume with a slightly bitter top note exudes some medicinal smell. It’s actually not very common.”

As soon as Jiang Die heard the smell of the medicine, he couldn't help but blushed slightly. Some complicated emotions about Ruan Fang floated up like a conditioned reflex, and was suppressed by the smile on the lips of the young man in front of him. He just smiled lightly and said:

"Then what does it imply?"

"You came in the moonlight, leaving a bouquet of roses and my unattainable dreams at my window." When the youthful voice uttered these affectionate words, it seemed that it was particularly erotic in the intoxicating atmosphere of the bar , but his next sentence broke all the atmosphere.

"Actually, it's called 'Thief Rose' for a reason. Many people can't smell the aroma of roses. It's more of a scent of patchouli... After all, there is patchouli in the ingredients. Because the thief stole the rose , I can’t bring it back, so I don’t have the scent of roses.”

The young man seemed a little shy, if Jiang Die hadn't been tense in his heart, he would have sunk into it too.Although of course he also wanted to get drunk regardless.

As if hesitating about the possibility of overstepping the rules, the young man glanced at Jiang Die's lifeless appearance before continuing: "If you come to the bar for the purpose of...in fact, you don't need this kind of perfume. 'Thief Rose' is The first men's fragrance with patchouli and rose as the basic tonality, although the meaning is good, but it is not suitable for..."

"What's here?" Jiang Die changed into a more comfortable and oppressive posture, and looked at him with a smile.

The boy trembled a little, and he didn't know whether it was a performance or what, but he still said softly: "Come... come to find your 419 partner."

"'Thief Rose' is too soulful and not everyone's favorite scent. So try Loewe's 'Morning Afterwards' next time."

It seemed that he felt that he was too presumptuous, so he ran away immediately after speaking, and the final note floated in the air, like a lingering tenderness.

Looking at his back, Jiang Die raised the corners of his lips, and looked down thoughtfully at the wine in his hand. It really was a woody aroma of apple and plum.Much like the "thief rose" he smells.Shaking the cup lightly, the light yellow liquid shattered all over the bottom of the cup like glass.

Not far away, the boy returned to the bar and was talking to another employee in a low voice, and glanced at Jiang Die with an unspeakable emotion.Seeing Jiang Die's eyes met, he smiled again, gently, the arc of the corner of his mouth was like the wind passing through the old house, sweeping Jiang Die's heart, leaving a small hook, making Jiang Die completely His mind fluttered, and the mask that had always been calm was cracked in the dark.

After an unknown amount of time, the jasmine scent mixed with alcohol rubbed against him again, and the young man tapped his shoulder with his fingers, and whispered a few words.

"Enjoy eating."

Jiang Die was in a daze, it didn't take long, and he didn't even plan to listen to Ruan Fang's performance today, so he was going home.

Jiang Die walked to the door, and just after paying the bill, he was stopped by the waiter at the bar with a smile, and said a polite apology to him.

It was the one who had a good conversation with that boy just now.

"Sir." He said with a smile, "Our bar recently has an old customer feedback activity. This is a gift for you to spend a certain number of times in the bar, please accept it."

The deep red satin is wrapped in a dark black box, and the surface is painted with a soft moon shape, with a kind of melancholy charm, just like a rose, made of thorns by the moonlight.

The middle is obscured by silk and satin, but you can still see the name "MOONLIGHT" in Spencer script, which is extremely literary and artistic.

The other party presented it with both hands with a pleasant smile, showing a standard of respect and accomplishment. The professional smile does not look fake, but it is irresistible.

Jiang Die hesitated, but took it anyway.

In the past, he was not interested in adding some dispensable garbage to the house out of thin air, but this time, for some reason, he took it by accident.

Maybe he smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar jasmine fragrance on the gift box.

The jasmine fragrance is mixed with musk and incense, which is particularly light and long in the noise of the bar.With a lingering feeling, it seduces people to taste and search for it carefully and attentively, and finally falls into the net opened for you alone.

Jiang Die saw clearly, but was also confused.

Jiang Die raised his eyes with a smile, took the box from the waiter, and left the bar.

He didn't notice Ruan Bian's distracted eyes on his back in the backstage at all, and when he went out, Ruan Bian hooked the corners of his lips at the young man, showing the cunning unique in a tacit understanding.

The sky was completely dark, the rich ink color and night light mixed together, the gray shades fell into the night, and the most hazy yellow in the center was traced, which was the dim moonlight covered by the clouds.

The night in this city has not seen stars for a long time, and everyone is used to the deep darkness that is no exception tonight.

Maybe it was going to rain again in the early morning. When Jiang Die returned home, he felt the mixed water vapor in the air entangled him and dispersed.

Before the rain after falling into ambush is always so helpless.

Jiang Die wanted to open the gift box right away to see what the boy had prepared for him, but he had to close the French windows in the living room first, blocking the humid wind and the cool grassy smell from pouring into the room, and the package Make him airtight.

He hated the feeling of confinement, the same stuff he'd always dreaded made him feel airtight and hard to breathe.

This riverside villa was bought for him by his father.As soon as his work was settled, the house was transferred to his name.The speed was so fast that he once wondered if the bank opened the back door for his father indiscriminately.

Jiang Die patted the non-existent stickiness on his body, and the tide seemed to spread the special messy smell of the bar, stimulating the bottom line of his sense of smell.

In desperation, he had no choice but to put the gift box on the table, suppressing the modest but turbulent expectations in his heart.Get ready to take a shower first.

"Om--" a vibration, and the two bold words "boss" appeared prominently in the center of the lit screen.

Jiang Die frowned, and frowned impatiently, but there was something vague but fearful in the depths of his pupils.

After hesitating for a few seconds, even though he was tempted by the urge to take a shower, he still picked up the phone with some uncertainty and trepidation.

The boss's voice came along with the current. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Jiang Die's hands were shaking all the time, so shaking that he almost felt that he would throw the phone out the next moment.

same fear...

Obviously the other party really didn't say anything, just a very simple greeting and..."concern".

Obviously, he actually handled it well.

But that nauseating fear and oppression is still there, as if it will always be there, telling him that he will always be just a weak child who is despised by others.

"Well, go home."

"It should be soon."

"You should rest early."

After a few short sentences, the two sides fell into silence, and Jiang Die restrained himself and cut off the call.

To build a good relationship with the boss, you should talk more about work matters, and you shouldn't hang up the phone talking to yourself.

However, Jiang Die's self-cultivation in the past [-] years seems to have been fed to the dog. For the first time, he is glad that he still has the ability to please his superiors without suppressing his fear... a little bit of capital.

After a hasty shower, I suppressed the nausea rising in my throat with a peppermint-flavored mouthwash.

He opened the gift from the bar, several bottles of wine were embedded in the soft silk cloth of the gift box, and a gift card with a black background and gold stamping with moonlight texture was pressed under the box.

The wine is all ordinary, the kind that is common in the market.It's not a special tune made by a waiter who is a guest bartender in a bar.

Jiang Die couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, he pursed his lips, and tore off a piece of flesh where he started biting just now.The kind that was bitten out, he spent more than ten years, but he still didn't get rid of the good habit of letting go of his poor lips in the face of fear.

After opening the gift card and taking a glance, Jiang Die involuntarily raised his lips and smiled.The bright red blood trickled down and dripped on the signature signed on the gift card.

As if he just realized it suddenly, he hurriedly wiped off the blood on his lips, but the one on the gift card couldn't be wiped off anyway, like a rose in full bloom, carrying what he would feel in the future, piercing into the A piercing thorn in the heart.

Dear Mr:

Want to learn how the delicious new special Margarita is made?

To obtain the unique secret recipe of our store, just add the following contact information: xxxxxxxxxxxx, and you can get it.

Employee No. 0822

"0822..."

Jiang Die rubbed the inscription with his thumb with great interest, and the blood stained his fingertips.The faint touch of color on the fingertips seemed to spread out some heartbreaking pain.

He raised the corner of his left lip with a half-smile, showing a half-smile expression, and the slightly curved expression with the corner of his mouth seemed to reveal some helpless and painful pursuit and relief.

Jiang Die repeated the string of numbers in his mouth, and took out the phone with the other hand.I searched on WeChat, and sure enough, a user popped up. He applied to add a friend, and added "early morning after the event" in the note.

As if he had been waiting for his application, the friend application was quickly approved.

The portrait on the opposite side is a q-version rose potted plant with teeth and claws, and it is matched with a light-colored beret.

The smile on the corner of Jiang Die's mouth deepened, and his thumb lightly rubbed against the head portrait.

"Hello, sir, are you here to get the recipe? Shy."

The other party's hand was very fast, and just added a message as a friend, and then bounced over.

"Not at all."

Jiang Die replied, paused and said,

"Jiangdie"

"West Pool"

It seems that there is a natural tacit understanding or something, so the names were exchanged tacitly.Jiang Die was taken aback when he saw the word "Xichi", thinking about why he said it so frankly.

When Ruan Fang was told his name, they had known each other for a long time, every time Ruan Fang asked side-by-side, it really made him feel unbearable and impatient with Tai Chi, so he said it out.

The darkness of the early morning enveloped the entire city, and the moonlight was tightly covered by the evenly spaced street lamps on the viaduct in the distance, creating a layered illusion that the lights were still brightly lit.

Jiang Die locked the phone and gently closed his eyelids.Thinking stays on the surface and can't think deeply.

In fact, they didn't talk about anything, and they could feel very clearly that this was just a chat that only stayed on the surface.

Jiang Die licked his lips with interest, and there was a tingling pain at the tear.

Xichi is obviously still a child, and this appearance is really getting more and more interesting.

The conversation between the two was quite pleasant, and later Xichi said that he was busy with work.

Jiang Die glanced at his watch, it showed two o'clock in the morning, and his slender fingertips clasped the table, his eyebrows and eyes became more interesting.

In order not to disturb the "work" that the kid across the street euphemistically called, after saying goodnight to each other, Jiang Die stopped sending messages.

The short conversation made Jiang Die clearly aware that the other party was really a child.No matter how bad it is, he is still an immature teenager.The leaping nature of thinking often makes him a little overwhelmed, which is really fun.

He was playing with the greeting card in his hand in a good mood. Suddenly he thought of something, his eyes darkened, and the gilded cardboard was deformed due to the increased pressure. He felt the pain of being pressed against the hard paper in his hand, and his expression relaxed. Nodding, the corners of his mouth curled up in self-mocking.

Maybe it really is flowers from the evil marsh.

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The author has something to say:

*This is not a double redemption essay.

Some people were never given hope, and some people never needed redemption.