"Bi-bi-bi-bi-" The crisp alarm sound drove away the dullness and tranquility in the room, and Bu Feng's body shook violently with the alarm, and he also woke up, shaking heavily. He patted the back of the head, and whispered to himself: I almost fell into it again... How many days has it been? It's only been five days since the last time I took the medicine...
The deep and slight voice was slightly hoarse, with three points of panic and seven points of helplessness revealed in the gloom.
Standing up, Bu Feng walked to the bathroom and turned on the light in the bathroom. The milky white luster slowly seeped out from the bathroom ceiling, slowly squeezed the darkness out of the bathroom, poured into Bu Feng's eyes gently but irresistibly, his pupils shrank slightly, and for a moment, there was something Not quite used to this soft light.
Blinking his eyes vigorously, Bu Feng shook his head, turned on the shower, and icy cold water sprayed out from the shower, hit Bu Feng's pajamas, and stuck the pajamas to his thin body...
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Looking at himself in the mirror, Bu Feng parted the hair in front of him, his eyes swept over the disheveled long hair, stared at the thin and pale cheeks for a while, and fixedly stared at those dull and pale cheeks. In the numb eyes, the numbness and panic revealed in them made Bu Feng's heart, which he thought was already numb, tremble fiercely. Is this person me? Is it me...
Twirling the blade placed on the cabinet, Bu Feng held it up in front of his eyes, staring at it for a long time, the sharp edge of the blade flashed a slight cold light, and the thin thread of the edge seemed to be blown out by the wind, making Bu Feng's His heart skipped a beat, and then, Bu Feng's bright eyes dimmed...
Why do you think of this again... Bu Feng whispered to himself, his eyes followed the blade to a slender scar on his wrist, and whispered to himself: A person who has lost more than 50% of his blood can come back to life, then he I really shouldn't think about these things anymore, hehe...
Laughing at himself, he casually snapped his fingers and flicked the blade out, then turned around and walked out...
The light in the bathroom gradually dimmed. On the wooden wall of the bathroom, a blade was inserted tremblingly, shaking disorderly, making a low-pitched sound.
The lights in the room were on, still milky, faint, warm and soft...
Walking to the computer, Bu Feng glanced at the handwriting on the screen, hit enter, and a line of handwriting appeared on the page—the article has been successfully submitted!
His heart seemed to become a little lighter with the light knocking sound, and the depression and depression in his heart disappeared a lot with the handwriting. Taking a long breath, Bu Feng murmured: This month's manuscript fee should be coming soon, after all, we still have to live...
Laughing self-deprecatingly, Bu Feng glanced at the watch at hand, the clumsy plum blossom pointer was pointing at half past seven, an afternoon passed silently...
It seems that it has been several days since I went to work, and Bu Feng's heart gradually floated...
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Walking out of the door of the floor, piercing eyes shot straight into Bu Feng's eyes. In an instant, there was only darkness in front of his eyes. In the endless darkness, light gradually rose up. With dots of gold stars. A gust of wind mixed with ice crumbs on the ground and the winter chill poured in from the neckline of the single jacket, and bursts of bone-piercing coolness spread from his bones. Bu Feng's body trembled involuntarily, and a chill rose from his heart. After getting up, his sanity became clearer again, and his mood seemed to be inexplicably better...
Subconsciously pinching his collar, Bu Feng walked out along the street, the black leather jacket wrapped his thin figure, dancing and shaking in the cold wind, every step, but in the light dancing showed Unusually heavy and gloomy.
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Passing through a curved wooden corridor, Bu Feng couldn't help raising his head, and looked at the dark black ship model hanging above the heavy door. The body of the ship about one meter long was shining with a dark luster, and all the delicate parts on the ship were all Showing the superb traditional skills of handicrafts with a long history, the purple lights on the sails flickered gently, surrounded by a few large characters: Ancient Ship Bar...
The wall of the bar is made of whole stones, revealing a strange style, half of the frosted crystal glass is embedded in it, hazy...
The door was pushed open, and the sound of music that was separated by the thick door came out. The low-pitched music was mixed with some noise, and mixed with a bit of heat.
On the side of the bar, there is a European-style fireplace, with a faint light of fire. On this cold winter night, the light of the light of the fire looks very warm. flowing...
From the door, you can clearly see the female singer on the dance floor shaking her mature body slightly, her short hair dyed purple is shining with a special charm under the light of the bar, her magnetic voice is accompanied by the slightly melancholy guitar sound. Echoing in the bar...
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Sailingdownbehindthesun, (in the sun, keep sailing)
Waitingformyprincetocome. (Looking forward to my little prince coming back)
Praying for the healing rain
Torestoremysoulagain (Come heal my soul)
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How will I know him? (How can I understand him)
When I look in my father's eyes. (When I look in my father's eyes)
Myfather'seyes. (Father's eyes)
When I look in my father's eyes. (When I look in my father's eyes)
Myfather'seyes. (Father's eyes)
Then the lightbeginstoshine (The sun begins to shine)
And I heart those ancient lullabies. (And I hear those ancient lullabies)
Andas I watch this seedling grow, (When I watch this seedling grow)
Feel my heart start to overflow. (Feel my heart start to overflow)
Where do I find the words to say? (How do I find the words to say... )
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The melancholy melody of "My Father's Eyes", the god of guitar, shuttled and echoed in the bar. Bu Feng's heart trembled with the words of the father in the song, and there was a trace of unconcealable sadness and joy in his numb eyes. Helpless, and deep thoughts...
Taking a deep breath, to suppress the growing emotions in his heart, Bu Feng couldn't help raising his head, and looked at the female singer who was dancing lightly on the dance floor... just in time to see her looking over, the female singer saw Bu Feng. Feng waved his hand very happily, Bu Feng nodded lightly, with a hint of warmth faintly showing at the corner of his mouth...
Taking off his jacket, Bu Feng took a deep breath, and walked in from the curving path of the bar.
"Brother Afeng." A little girl who looked like a waiter stood on the side of the curved corridor of the bar, said sweetly, flicked her curly long hair, looked at Bu Feng, and smiled sweetly.
"En." Bu Feng greeted in a low voice, nodded slightly, and walked inside.
The girl didn't care about Bu Feng's attitude at all, she was obviously used to Bu Feng's indifference and melancholy, and just looked at Bu Feng's back with pity.
"Brother Afeng..."
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"Brother Afeng, for the past two days, people have come to order the wine you made every day. You are not here, those people are so disappointed..."
"Hello Brother Afeng."
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Bu Feng nodded slightly to the waiter in the bar, walked into the bar, hung up his coat casually, leaving only a thin gray sweater on his thin body.
The young man who was standing at the bar saw Bu Feng coming in, quickly stood up, bowed deeply towards Bu Feng, smiled and said hello in a low voice: Teacher, hello...
Bu Feng paused, and through the messy long hair, one could see that his brows were slightly wrinkled...
Seeing Bu Feng's appearance, the young man apologized repeatedly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Ah Feng, I forgot again, I shouldn't call you teacher..."
At this time, Fang saw the appearance of the young man, with piercing eyes, a slender face showing a free and easy handsomeness, long hair tied behind him in a bunch, and he looked older than Bu Feng. Some, seem to be about twenty-four or five years old, half a head taller than Bu Feng, standing there with a body height of 1.8 meters, and their slender figures are quite eye-catching under matching clothes...
Bu Feng nodded, didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: Forget it, you can't remember anyway...
The handsome young man had an embarrassed smile on his face, just about to speak, Bu Feng glanced at him, and casually took a bottle of red wine from the bar...
"Grapes can be said to be the lifeblood of the French wine industry!" Bu Feng gently shook the wine bottle in his hand, and continued: "There are two types of wine brewed in France, one is brandy, which is distilled and then stored in wood. Cognac and Yamabar are the main producing areas; as for Napoleon, XO, etc., they all refer to the level of brandy. In addition, there are still wine residues that are fermented, distilled, and brewed. The brandy made from it is called slag-stuffed brandy in Japan, Pomas Brandy in English, and Marc in France... "
The young man listened very carefully, staring at the wine in Bu Feng's hand, and quickly recorded it in a small notebook. Judging from the speed and proficiency of the recording, it should not be a day's work...
After a slight pause, Bu Feng gently lifted the wine bottle and said, "To put it simply, brandy is the wine that is fermented from grapes and then distilled; while wine is the wine that has been matured without distillation. Wine can be divided into many types. In addition to white wine, red wine, and rose wine, there are absinthe added with absinthe herb, wine with enhanced alcohol, and Sherry that is just added with brandy and matured. , In addition, champagne is fermented in the bottle for the second time, and the carbon dioxide is sealed in the bottle. Port wine is fermented when red wine is fermented, and brandy is added to mature in oak barrels... "
The young man nodded while remembering...
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