Heavenly Curse

Chapter 3

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The singing gradually slowed down, and the dance music gradually picked up. The female singer on the dance floor came out with a guitar in her arms, and headed towards the bar...

"Ajie!" The angry voice pulled the handsome young man beside Bu Feng out of his intoxication...

"Didn't you hear that Ah Feng's voice is so hoarse? And let him talk for such a long time..." Anger could not reduce the magnetism in that voice, on the contrary, it added a bit of charm.

The young man called Ajie slapped his forehead hard, looked at Bu Feng embarrassedly, and said in a painful voice: "Ah Feng, really—"

A female singer in hot clothes came in from outside the bar, patted Ajie on the head with her hand, and scolded: "What can you say, can't you be sorry again... Every time you hear Ajie When I started talking, I forgot everything, how did you tell me this afternoon... "

With a wry smile, Ajie consciously took the guitar from the girl's hand, and leaned over to accompany her smiling face: "Yes, it's my fault. Sister Man scolded and beat her right..."

The girl suddenly patted Ajie hard, stared at Ajie and glanced up and down: "What do you call me? Sister Man? Am I older than you?"

Ajie smiled wryly, dared not speak, scolded himself again in his heart for being stupid, it was really stupid for him to call himself a love saint in vain, how could a smart man tell a woman her age? ? …

Aman snorted, glanced at Ajie with a wry smile on his face, and said: "I don't know where you come from so many nice words. Every time you let Afeng talk for so long, you will be tired even if you are not tired..."

Ajie shrugged helplessly, looked at Afeng with admiration and said: "I really don't know where Afeng learned so much..."

"A person, if he stays awake for a longer period of time, he will naturally be able to learn a lot//..." Bu Feng's eyes fell on the wine bottle in his hand, and the bitterness came out from his eyes through the scattered hair...

Aman glared at Ajie fiercely, Ajie scratched his head in embarrassment, and wanted to speak, but finally he didn't dare to speak, looking at Bu Feng with a bit of unbearable eyes.

Oman turned around and took a cup of hot water, gently placed it on the bar in front of Bu Feng, pityfully tied up the hair in front of Bu Feng, exposed his reddish eyes, and whispered with concern: "Ah Feng, don't think so much, drink some water, your voice is hoarse..."

Looking at Bu Feng's red eyes, A Man complained in a low voice: "A Feng, you haven't slept for a long time... Oh, you really..."

Bu Feng looked at Feifei's concerned eyes, and there was some gratitude in his indifferent eyes, and there was a lot of emotion in his indifferent voice: "Aman... I'm fine..."

With a forced laugh, Bu Feng turned the red wine bottle in his hand a few times on the palm of his hand, playing a beautiful trick, smiled slightly, and looked at Aman...

"Aman, I'll make you a glass of Kiel..." Bu Feng reached out and gently wiped the sweat from Aman's forehead, turned around and took out a stainless steel mixing cup from under the bar...

Aman nodded happily, sitting in front of the bar and quietly watching Bu Feng mix his drinks. When he opened and closed his eyes, he was naturally coquettish. There were traces of sweat on the tip of his small and crystal clear nose, and his slightly hairy face was bright red. , the lips painted with lavender lipstick are slightly opened, indescribably sexy and charming...

Ajie, who was already a little stunned, shivered suddenly, turned around in fear, and carefully watched Bu Feng mix the wine...

Bu Feng used a wooden mixing spoon to add a spoonful of crushed strawberries to the mixing glass, and added some black plum honey liqueur, then shook the mixing glass slightly, and after a while, Bu Feng put the red wine on hand Slowly poured some into the mixing glass, added some crushed ice to it, and shook it lightly in the mixing glass, the faint aroma of the wine came out from it...

Ajie watched Bu Feng's movements carefully, and muttered in his mouth: a spoonful of crushed strawberries, black plum mead, crushed ice, red wine...

Oman looked at the smile on Bu Feng's face that was uglier than crying with some heartache...

"Ah Feng, count me in too..." A clear voice came from a table and chair near the bar, a man in his thirties sat there, smiling and nodding to Bu Feng.

"Brother Lang, when did you arrive..." Aman smiled and looked at the man in his thirties, with a little appreciation in his eyes. She has always admired this slightly mysterious man. It can be said that The reason why she stayed in this bar for so long is not only the original old bartenders Ming Shu and A Feng, but also the mysterious boss...

Bu Feng nodded, focused on the slightly faded wine in the mixing glass, shook it a few times, took out three wine glasses from the side and divided them...

Handing a glass to the cheerful Ajie, Bu Feng said in a low voice: "You don't need to use your brain to mix wine, but your heart!" Immediately, he picked up the two glasses of wine on the table and walked towards the boss's seat with Aman In the past, Ajie, who was gradually falling into deep thought, was left behind and whispered to himself: Work hard, as if Uncle Ming said the same, work hard...

Aman enthusiastically held Bu Feng's arm, and his body was softly attached to his body.

Her height is similar to Bu Feng's, and her clothes are very hot. Now that she is sticking to Bu Feng's body, some important parts of her body skin are rubbing against Bu Feng's body tightly, but Bu Feng doesn't care. It seemed that he was already familiar with Oman's enthusiasm, and walked to the table with Oman's arm.

The owner of this bar, that is, the man who was called Brother Lang just now sat comfortably but steadily at the table closest to the bar. A soft and serene smile appeared on the sharp-edged, blackened face as if carved out, and the calmness after the vicissitudes appeared in the deep eyes. After that calm, the body is very strong, looks like a northerner. Smiling at the moment, looking at Bu Feng and Aman who walked over with each other.

For this mysterious man, Bu Feng still respects him very much, not because he is the boss here, nor because of his mystery, but mainly because his comfortable and peaceful temperament always calms Bu Feng's heart.

"Brother Lang." Putting a glass of wine in front of Brother Lang casually but respectfully, Bu Feng sat down, pushed another glass of wine in front of Aman, and looked at the arm tightly held by Aman , looked at Aman again, and couldn't help but smile...

Aman seemed to put down Bu Feng's arm reluctantly...

The man called Brother Lang (A Lang) smiled, looked at A Feng and said, "You're bullying A Feng again..." Then A Lang looked at the smiling A Man, and said jokingly: "However, such a Bullying, I am very envious, haha..."

Seeing Aman who was about to move, Alang quickly waved his hands, and said with a wry smile: I'm just kidding, Aman really can't be offended now... Hehe...

Oman smiled, picked up the dark red cup of Keel in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, then took a sip, and slowly closed his eyes.

Looking at Aman's appearance, Alang couldn't bear it anymore, and followed Aman to taste the tempting glass of Keir.

Bu Feng glanced at Aman and Brother Lang, who were closed eyes and watching carefully, and there was no trace of warmth in their lonely eyes. Some of their stiff bodies moved a little, and they lay down comfortably in that chair. Yes, the flickering fire in the fireplace danced in his eyes...

"There is warmth in the cold, and there is indeed a heart-to-heart connection in the loneliness... Does this wine have a name?" After a long time, Aman looked at Bu Feng and murmured.

A Lang also opened his eyes, with the fascination left after enjoyment in his eyes, he glanced at the wine in his hand, fixed his gaze on Bu Feng, and waited for Bu Feng's answer.

"Is this wine? I call it 'The Warmth of the Ancient Ship'." Bu Feng swept his eyes over the noisy bar, and said calmly...

"The warmth of the ancient ship, is it suitable for our bar?" A Lang took a sip and asked with a smile, his tone was very happy.

"En." Bu Feng looked at A Lang, then at A Man, Mumu's eyes suddenly became very gentle, and he said in a low voice: "This, the ancient ship, is my home..."...

A touch of emotion flashed across Alang's face, but he didn't say anything. He raised his head and drank the Kiel in the cup...

Looking at the empty wine glass in his hand, A Lang said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's hard to imagine that a person who can make such fine wine doesn't drink..." After speaking, A Lang looked at Bu Feng again, and shook his head with a smile. Shake your head.

Bu Feng was slightly taken aback for a moment, and let Aman brush away the hair on his forehead, and whispered to himself: I just don’t dare to drink, I need to wake up...

Aman looked at the bloodshot eyes in Bu Feng's eyes with heartache, and sighed secretly in his heart, what's the matter? Why do you have to bear it alone, Afeng? Why do you have to torture yourself like this? No matter what, we are all your friends...

As if he heard Bu Feng's inaudible soliloquy, A Lang turned around and swept across the noisy crowd in the bar, and said to himself: "Some things can only be solved by ourselves..." During the speech, there was an expression in his peaceful eyes. There was also a flash of sadness, and I thought of those memories buried in the past...

After being silent for a while, Bu Feng rubbed his temples, stood up and said, "Brother Lang, Aman, I'm going out for a walk..."

As he said that, he was about to leave. Although Oman's enthusiasm moved him very much, he even had the idea of recognizing this familiar stranger as his sister. Yes, he was afraid, afraid that he would bring bad luck and disaster to this free and easy girl...

All along, he has always blamed himself for all the disasters that happened around him. In fact, after witnessing so many disasters with his own eyes, he even began to admit the fate that he was carrying, the cursed fate...

And the ability to see the future is a cursed ability, which does not belong to human beings...

However, Aman obviously did not intend to let Bu Feng leave like this. Her eyes, which had seen too much vicissitudes of life, allowed her to see the deep desire for any emotion and the fear of this emotion in this silent boy. However, she recognized I can't figure out why this fear is.

This also became one of the reasons why she stayed here.

"Let me go out with you!" Aman looked at Bu Feng with some anxiety, turned around and nodded to Brother Lang, and dragged Bu Feng into the bar to pick up the clothes without any explanation. Bu Feng could only look at A Lang faintly but helplessly smiled...