"Dongdongdong~"
The shopkeeper came to the table of the man in red and tapped the table with his fingers.
"It's almost curfew. The person who took you back probably won't come back. Maybe you have to go back by yourself today."
After the man in red poured the wine, he paused while holding the glass, and noticed the extra hand in his lowered gaze.
The slender hands were baby white, as if they could squeeze out water at once, and the skin was as white as the first snow last year, but there was no trace of paleness at all.
This hand is beautiful, but the man in red's brain has been anesthetized by alcohol for the most part, and he has no intention of appreciating it, and he didn't even listen to the shopkeeper's words.
"You, you have practiced martial arts, yes, hand-hand martial arts."
The man in red moved his eyes up his arm and slowly raised his head. Although he did not appreciate the beauty of the hand that came into his sight, he subconsciously analyzed something and said stumblingly. Excessive alcohol intake seemed to It has already somewhat affected his language function.
[In view of the general environment,
"·······"
The shopkeeper subconsciously retracted his hand, and his charming face was slightly startled. Then he shook his head and said with a smile, "You can see it all. Do you think you are drunk or not?"
Perhaps because he felt that his reaction was a little too loud and he seemed to be trying to hide it, he sat down opposite the man in red and generously put his hand back on the table.
Gently raising her eyes, her eyes bloomed like peach blossoms, and she saw clearly the face of this man that she had not seen clearly for many days. From the moment she noticed this man, she was a little curious about what this man looked like, but this man Didn't give her a chance.
No, to be precise, this man didn't give anyone a chance.
He always lowered his head and drank one glass after another. The glass was no deeper than a thumb. People who really want to get drunk don't need to raise their heads. They only need to take a shallow sip to drink the wine. All the drinks were finished.
This time, it was the first time this man raised his head in her tavern.
This man's appearance did not disappoint her. He was very handsome. The stubble on his chin made this man look a little mature, but his eyes that were already a little blurry, although they were full of vicissitudes of life, were also full of confusion. , based on her experience, it is not difficult to see that this man may have experienced a lot, but his actual age is not that old.
While the shopkeeper was looking at the man, the man was also looking at the shopkeeper. However, the man's reflex arc seemed a bit long. After looking at the shopkeeper for a long time, he raised his right hand unsteadily and tapped himself with his bent index finger. head.
"It's getting drunk here!"
After saying that, he put down his right hand, gently clenched his fist and hammered his heart: "But you can't get drunk here!"
Immediately, his left hand fell from the jug to the table, and he picked up the full glass of wine. This time, he did not lower his head to drink, but chose to tilt his neck and drink the wine.
"If you know you can't get drunk, why do you still drink so much?"
The shopkeeper asked with a faint smile on his face.
The man turned the wine glass upside down and shook it. He didn't see the drop of wine in his blurred eyes. With a "pop" sound, he put the wine glass on the table with his backhand, put his hands on the table, and stood up abruptly.
"It won't make me drunk, but it can make my brain confused, which will make me feel better. Um, a little bit. Um, let's go!"
With that said, the man turned around to leave, but as soon as he raised his leg, he stumbled onto the stool behind him, and his already unstable figure fell directly to the ground.
When the shopkeeper saw this, he couldn't help covering his mouth and giggling: "Giggle, how far have you traveled and how many things have you seen? Do you still need to get drunk to relieve the pain?"
"Uh~"
The man burped and struggled to get up from the ground, but his legs were entangled in the gap between the stool legs, but he still couldn't get up.
The shopkeeper seemed to have had enough laughter, let go of his hand, rested his elbow on the table and waved.
"go,
Lift him up! "
A few guys pretending to be cleaning, secretly paying attention to the guys here with their peripheral vision, immediately put down what they were doing, came over to help the man in red, and sat on the stool again.
The shopkeeper fanned his palms and signaled the waiters to step back. The waiters went back to cleaning, but the corner of their eyes still fell here.
The shopkeeper didn't care, turned over the upside-down wine glass on the table, and poured a glass of wine.
"Looking at you like this, you probably won't be able to go back tonight. As for me, the shopkeeper, I don't really want to sleep tonight. Why don't you tell your story and I'll take care of the wine for you!"
He gently pushed the wine glass in front of the man, and then turned slightly to one side, supporting his chin with his jade arm on the table. His peach blossom eyes blinked gently, and the swaying candlelight reflected in them flickered with a moist luster. , she suddenly wanted to hear this little man’s story.
The man lay on the table, looked at the wine glass that was pushed over, picked it up, and did not bring it to his mouth immediately. He shook it gently in his hand. His eyes fell on the wine glass, as if he was looking for the candlelight in the wine, and he spoke softly. Qing murmured: "My story?"
He didn't seem to be asking the shopkeeper, but himself.
The next moment, he tilted his head slightly, drank the wine in the glass, and suddenly laughed: "Hahahahahaha..."
He was laughing, but he seemed to be crying, or angry, or something else. He sounded a little bitter, and he was a little choked when he smiled.
"Pa~"
There was a soft sound. The man seemed to want to vent, but he restrained himself. He just put the wine glass gently on the table and said with a wry smile: "It's just a joke!"
"Tell me a joke. Maybe you'll make me laugh. I'll give you free money for today's drinks. The guy who paid for your drinks tonight didn't come!"
The shopkeeper took the wine flask and filled the man's wine glass again. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was smiling.
"Am I making you happy? Haha!"
The man's head lying on the table moved, his blurred eyes looked at the shopkeeper, he smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his head slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down again.
"It does have some effect! Since you want to hear it so much, I'll tell you!"
He sat up leaning on the table, holding the wine glass and reaching it in front of the shopkeeper: "Full top!"
The shopkeeper didn't speak, just looked at the man with a smile, and silently filled the man's glass with wine.
The man took the wine glass back to him, looked down at the tangle of wine chips in the wine glass, and gently swayed them into the wine. It seemed that he was showing his past. His heart was really not drunk. Thousands of thoughts were rushing into his heart, and his hoarse voice was slow. Rings slowly.
"If a person is said to be a substitute for another person from the beginning because he is missing something, don't you think this person is ridiculous?"
"It's not funny, it's sad!"
The shopkeeper responded softly, charming and gentle.
"No, what's even more ridiculous is..."
The man didn't seem to care about the shopkeeper's answer. He paused, drank another glass of wine, and continued: "This man tried desperately to snatch that thing to replace that person, but in the end he found that thing. He actually didn't No need to grab it, he already has it..."
