I haven't seen each other for many years, and since the last time we met, there has been no contact. It was so weak that Wen Yifan almost forgot the existence of this person.
But also remember.
The last conversation between the two was not very pleasant.
It's not a relationship that can make him come to condolences and help when he sees himself in a bad state.
Wen Yifan's first reaction was.
The other party has mistaken the person.
But another thought came to mind.
It is also possible that Sang Yan has gradually matured in recent years, and his heart has become wider. I have long since dismissed those things from the past, disregarding the previous grudges, and treating it as a courtesy when I see my old classmates again.
Wen Yifan retracted his thoughts and handed him the jacket with doubts and questions in his eyes.
Sang Yan didn't answer, her eyes skipped her hand. Then, he said quietly, "I'm the owner of this bar."
Wen Yifan's hand was fixed in mid-air, and his reaction was a little slow.
Not clear for a while.
What he meant by this was to introduce himself;
He is still showing off how well he is doing now, he has grown so high at a young age and became a boss.
Under such circumstances, she was still distracted, and she remembered Zhong Siqiao's words.
- "The owner of this bar can be said to be a degenerate street card."
His eyes couldn't help but glanced at his face a few more times.
The black-haired eyebrows and the pupils are pure black, which is even cooler in this light.
Fading away the unruly feeling of the year, the green facial features have become tough and neat. Tall, thin and tall, his black clothes did not restrain his frivolity and arrogance, he was arbitrary and arrogant.
Said to be the top card.
It also seems to be well-deserved.
Sang Yan spit out two more words slowly, pulling her back to her senses.
"Sang."
"… "
Is this telling her his last name
That's why I didn't recognize her, I meant to introduce myself.
Wen Yifan understood the situation and said calmly, "Is there something wrong?"
"I'm sorry. Because of our mistakes, it caused trouble and inconvenience to you." Sang Yan said, "If you have any needs, you can tell me. In addition, all your purchases in the store tonight are free of charge. I hope you don't. It will affect your good mood."
He said "you" every word, but Wen Yifan didn't hear any respect.
The tone is still the same as before. He spoke as if he was perfunctory, lazy, and sounded cold and beating.
Wen Yifan shook his head and said politely, "No need. It doesn't matter."
As soon as these words came out, Sang Yan's eyes widened, and he seemed to be relieved. Maybe because he thought she was easy to talk, his tone was gentler, and he nodded, "Excuse me for now."
After speaking, he retracted his eyes, raised his feet and walked out.
Wen Yifan, still holding his coat in his hand, subconsciously shouted, "Sang—"
Sanyan turned back.
At the same time as she met his gaze, she suddenly realized that they were strangers now, and the word "Yan" was stuck in her throat and couldn't get in or out.
Wen Yifan didn't know what to call him when his mind got stuck.
The atmosphere was embarrassingly silent. When he was in a hurry, the blank was replaced by the content of the mind wandering just now, and two words appeared. She stared at his face and took it slowly: "—the first card."
"… "
All four look at each other.
The world is quiet again.
In this almost static picture, Wen Yifan seemed to see that the center of his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.
"… "
Um
What did she just say.
Sang head card.
Mulberry, head, card.
Oh.
mulberry…
I fuck.
Ah ah ah!
Sang head card ah ah ah! ! !
"… "
Wen Yifan's breathing stopped, almost unable to maintain his expression. She didn't dare to look at Sang Yan's expression at all, she pursed her lips, and handed him her clothes again: "Your clothes."
The best solution is to do the same as she used to do, when she doesn't feel inappropriate and nothing has happened.
Just skip this little episode.
But Sang Yan didn't give her this chance.
He turned his head and repeated slowly: "Sang, head, card?"
Wen Yifan pretended not to understand: "What?"
A moment of silence.
Sang Yan looked at her, a little surprised, as if she just understood. He said "Ah" in a timid tone, and the corners of his lips curved slightly, as if "as expected": "Sorry, we are a serious bar here."
"… "
The implication is probably that.
I know I'm stunning, but I haven't considered this kind of service, so please focus on your own.
Wen Yifan wanted to explain a few words, but felt that he couldn't explain it clearly.
She sighed secretly, too lazy to struggle. Anyway, we won't meet again in the future, so she simply broke the jar and regretted following his words: "Really? That's a pity."
"… "
Sang Yan's expression seemed to freeze for a moment.
It was like her delusion.
Wen Yifan blinked, and saw that his expression was still the same, no change. She didn't care too much, smiled politely, and mentioned it again: "Your clothes."
Sang Yan still had no intention of taking over.
For the next ten seconds, Wen Yifan strangely noticed the arc of his staring at the corner of her mouth, his eyes straight and thoughtful.
just stop-
"Wear my clothes," Sang Yan paused, then smiled suddenly, "Aren't you very happy?"
"… "
Wen Yifan:
"Although I don't know very well, it seems that I am more famous than this bar?" He raised his eyebrows slyly, and his words were a little more clear, as if he was going down the steps for her, "Take it back as a souvenir. "
"… "
"He really said that?" Zhong Siqiao confirmed it again and again, bursting out with laughter, "It's awesome, why didn't he just tell you to take it back and frame it?"
Wen Yifan said slowly, "That's what he meant."
Zhong Siqiao held back a smile and comforted a few words symbolically: "Don't worry too much. Maybe there are too many situations like this, and Sang Yan will simply acquiesce that you are here to see him."
"You forgot why we came here?"
"what?"
"Isn't it 'whoring'?" Wen Yifan said, "How can the word 'see' match his words and deeds."
"… "
Zhong Siqiao began to laugh again.
Wen Yifan also smiled: "Okay, take it easy. When he leaves, laugh again, he's still sitting there."
At this time, the high stools in front of the bar were already full, and Sang Yan occupied the farthest position. He picked up the transparent glass on the table and took a sip of wine slowly, his expression calm and relaxed, like a sloppy young master.
Seeing this, Zhong Siqiao finally converged.
The waiter who happened to spill the drink came over.
The waiter was a boy, looking young, with baby fat on his face. With a tray in hand, he drank the wine cautiously. Then, returned the money Wen Yifan had just paid and pressed it under the folder board with the receipt.
"This is your wine."
Wen Yifan looked at Qian: "This is..."
Before she could finish her question, the waiter hurriedly explained, with a slightly uneasy expression: "I'm sorry, it was my fault just now. The boss has already explained it, and your table is free of charge."
Wen Yifan then remembered what Sang Yan said.
After a while, he subconsciously refused: "It's okay, no need. Take the money back."
The waiter shook his head: "Apart from this, if you need anything else, you can call me at any time."
His attitude was firm, but Wen Yifan did not insist. She picked up the coat that was put aside: "I found this coat in the corridor when I just went to the bathroom. Maybe some customer accidentally dropped it."
The waiter quickly took it: "Okay, thank you."
After he left, Zhong Siqiao winked at her: "What's going on?"
Wen Yifan explained it briefly.
Zhong Siqiao's eyes widened: "Then he said so, why do you still have to pay."
"It's not easy for a person to open a store," Wen Yifan took a sip of his wine, "there's no need to charge him a few hundred dollars for this."
"Why are you still worried about the hardship of the rich second generation to start a business? It's not a matter of a day or two for this young master to be rich." Zhong Siqiao said, "However, he really doesn't remember you?"
Wen Yifan made a reasonable guess: "Probably didn't recognize it."
"Didn't recognize it?" Zhong Siqiao felt absurd and blurted out, "No, don't you know what you look like? With 'Fan' in your name, you really feel like you're ordinary?"
"..." Wen Yifan almost choked, speechless and funny, "I thought you were scolding me with your tone."
No wonder Zhong Siqiao thought this answer was unreasonable.
Because Wen Yifan is really beautiful.
Completely inconsistent with her gentle personality, her appearance is extremely coquettish, beautiful enough to be aggressive. Those fox eyes seemed to seduce people's souls.
Sitting in this dark bar is like bringing its own light.
Zhong Siqiao always felt that she could make a fortune by just relying on this face.
Unexpectedly, he ended up becoming a hard-working news reporter.
"And you are no different from when you were in high school now, except that your hair is shorter than then—" Seeing the movement from Sang Yan's side, Zhong Siqiao changed his mouth instantly, "Okay, it's also possible."
"… "
"With his condition, it's impossible to have fewer girls who have soaked in the past few years. Maybe there are a few of the same type as you."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan propped his chin and looked in the direction of Sang Yan.
This time, there was a woman next to him.
As if not afraid of the cold, the woman wore a close-fitting short skirt, revealing two straight white legs. She leaned halfway against the bar, tilted her head to toast him, smiled sweetly, and her delicate curves were clearly outlined with her movements.
Sang Yan looked up at her with a half-smile.
In this atmosphere, there is a little more flirtation.
This topic came for a short time, and soon Zhong Siqiao started talking about other things.
His attention was pulled back by her voice, Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze, and continued chatting with her.
half an hour.
The female singer ended the last song. Sensing the time, Wen Yifan asked, "It's almost ten o'clock, shall we go?"
Zhong Siqiao: "Okay."
The two got up and walked out.
Zhong Siqiao grabbed Wen Yifan's arm and said while looking at his phone, "Xiang Langgang told me that he will return to China next month, so let's come with him next time. It's a little boring to go to someone who can dance."
Wen Yifan responded, "Okay."
Before leaving, she glanced at the bar again.
Sang Yan was still sitting in the same position, and the woman next to him seemed to have changed. There was still no emotion on his face, as if he didn't care about anything.
The unexpected reunion with her was just like what he had shown, it was just a stranger whom he had never met before.
Wen Yifan was stunned.
Inexplicably remembered the last time they saw each other before they cut off contact.
Silent night, no moon. The dense fog and dark clouds oppressed the small town, and the drizzle fell like plush. In the narrow alley, the only street light flickered, and the flying ants rammed into it without hesitation.
The young man's hair was wet, and his eyelashes were soaked with water. The complexion was white, and the light in his eyes was extinguished.
Everything seems unreal.
She didn't remember how she was feeling at the time.
Just remember.
Sang Yan's voice was hoarse, and finally called her: "Wen Yifan."
Then he lowered his eyes and laughed at himself: "I'm not that bad, right?"
also remember.
He took off his pride and regarded himself as a filth that people could avoid.
"Don't worry," he laughed, "I won't pester you again."
Ever since he spilled the wine on customers, Yu Zhuo had been restless all night. Do things carefully, lest you make the same mistake again and rekindle the boss's anger that has just faded.
After the customer left, he stepped forward to clear the table.
Recycling the wine glass, Yu Zhuo pulled the folder board, and a few red oceans pressed underneath were taken along.
His movements stopped.
Also noticed that a bracelet had fallen under the soft chair.
Yu Zhuo reached out to pick it up and walked back to the bar with a heavy expression. He pushed the tray in and said to the yellow-haired bartender, "Brother He, a guest from K11 has dropped something."
He Mingbo took it, raised his head and said, "By the way, the clothes you just brought, I look so much like Brother Yan."
"Ah, I don't know, it was said to be picked up in the toilet." Thinking of the money, Yu Zhuo scratched his head, "Brother, Brother Yan just told me that this table is free, but K11 didn't take the refunded money. Shall I tell him?"
He Mingbo glanced at him: "Go and admit your mistake."
"..." Yu Zhuo was stunned and felt the need to explain, "Brother, it's not that I wanted to swallow the money, but K11 didn't take it. I told her several times."
Taking a bracelet in a transparent bag, He Mingbo smiled and said, "Brother Yan doesn't make such a sense."
"… "
It seems so.
Even though he thought so, when Yu Zhuo went upstairs to find Sang Yan, he couldn't hold back his dying struggle.
I saw Sang Yan's position in front of the bar all night, and I don't know when it was on the second floor. At this time, he was sitting in the innermost position of the booth area, his expression was light.
I don't know if I heard his words.
Sang Yan was silent, playing with the transparent cup in her hand loosely.
The atmosphere is almost coercive.
Yu Zhuo bit his head and calmed down: "This may not be the price of the drink, I just heard these two guests say..."
Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that the next words were not quite right, and he stammered: "But it's quite noisy around, and I can't hear it clearly, so I'm not very sure... Just, just... "
As soon as he met Sang Yan's indifferent eyebrows, Yu Zhuo shuddered and spoke smoothly: "I heard this guest's friend ask her if she came to this bar to see you, brother Yan, and she said no."
Sang Yan's eyelashes moved slightly.
Yu Zhuo: "Then, she said, yes, for whoring..."
Sang Yan: "..."
Sang Yan: "?"
"So this may be your prostitution money..."
"… "