Chapter 2

I haven't seen you for many years. I haven't got in touch with you since I last met you. Weak enough to let Wen Yifan almost forget the existence of this person.

But I also remember.

The last conversation between them was not very pleasant.

It's not that he can come to the relationship of sympathy and help when he sees himself in a mess.

Wen Yifan's first reaction was.

The other party has identified the wrong person.

But another thought came to mind.

It is also possible that in recent years sang Yan has gradually matured and become broad-minded. Long ago those things do not take seriously, regardless of past grudges, only when we meet old classmates politeness.

Wen Yifan takes back his thoughts and hands him his coat with doubts and questions in his eyes.

Sang Yan didn't answer, his eyes passed her hand. Then he whispered, "I'm the owner of this bar."

Wen Yifan's hand was fixed in mid air, and his reaction was slow.

It's not clear for a moment.

What he said is to introduce himself;

he is still showing off that he is doing so well now that he has become a successful boss at a young age.

In such a situation, she was still distracted and thought of Zhong Siqiao's words.

"The owner of this bar is a degenerate Street card."

I couldn't help glancing at his face.

Black hair, long eyebrow, pupil is pure black, more thin and cool in this light.

Fade away the sense of rebelliousness, green facial features become strong and sharp. He was tall, thin and straight, and his black clothes didn't hold him back. He was frivolous, arrogant, wanton and expensive.

It's the number one.

It seems that it deserves its reputation.

Sang Yan vomited two words slowly again, and pulled her back to God.

"Sang."

“……”

Is this telling her his last name?

So, I didn't recognize her. I was introducing myself.

Wen Yifan understood the situation and said calmly, "what's the matter?"

"I'm sorry. Because of our mistakes, we have caused you trouble and inconvenience. " Sang Yan said, "if you have any needs, please let me know. In addition, all your consumption in the store tonight is free of charge. I hope it will not affect your good mood. "

He said "you" one by one, but Wen Yifan didn't recognize some respect.

The tone is still the same as before. Talk like in perfunctory, lazy, sounds cold and beat.

Wen Yifan shook his head and said politely, "No. It doesn't matter. "

As soon as these words came out, sang Yan's eyebrows stretched out and seemed relieved. Maybe he thought she was easy to talk, and his tone was more gentle. He nodded and said, "excuse me first."

At the end of the speech, he drew back his eyes and walked out with his feet raised.

Wen Yifan, still holding his coat in his hand, subconsciously called out: "Sang -"

sang Yan turned back.

At the same time, she suddenly realized that they were strangers, and the word "Yan" was stuck in her throat.

Brain a card shell, Wen Yifan also don't know how to call him.

The atmosphere was quiet to embarrassment. In a hurry, the blank is replaced by the content of just wandering, and two words emerge. She gazed at his face and added slowly: -- number one

“……”

Look at each other with four eyes.

The world is quiet again.

In this nearly static picture, Wen Yifan seems to see that his eyebrows beat slightly and imperceptibly.

“……”

Huh?

She just said something.

Mulberry is the number one.

Mulberry, head, card.

Oh.

Mulberry

Damn it.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Mulberry number one!!!

“……”

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 her clothes to him again: "your clothes."

The best way to solve this problem is to do the same as she did in the past. When she didn't feel it was wrong, nothing happened.

Just skip this episode.

But sonyan didn't give her the chance.

He turned his head and repeated slowly, "sang, tou, Pai?"

Wen Yifan pretended not to understand: "what?"

There was a moment of silence.

Sang Yan looked at her, a little surprised, as if to understand. "Ah," he said with a drawl, slightly curved lips, a "sure" look: "sorry, we're a serious bar here."

“……”

The implication is probably.

I know I'm brilliant, but I haven't thought about this service. Please focus on it.

Wen Yifan wanted to explain a few words, but he didn't think he could explain it clearly.She breathed in the dark, too lazy to struggle. Anyway, she won't see each other in the future. She just broke the jar and said with regret, "is that right? That's a pity. "

“……”

Sang Yan's expression seemed to freeze for a moment.

It's like her delusion.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yifan saw that his look was still unchanged. She didn't care too much. She gave a polite smile and said, "your clothes."

Sang Yan still didn't mean to take over.

For the next ten seconds, Wen Yifan strangely noticed that he was staring at the radian of her mouth, his eyes were straight and thoughtful.

Stop like this -

"wear my clothes," Sang Yandun, suddenly smile, "not very happy?"

“……”

Wen Yifan:?

"I don't know, but I'm more famous than this bar?" He picked the eyebrow, words a little more clear, as if to give her steps, "take it back as a souvenir."

“……”

"Did he really say that?" Zhong Siqiao confirmed again and again, burst out with laughter, "bull force, why didn't he just say let you take it back to mount it?"

Wen Yifan said slowly, "that's what he means."

Zhong Siqiao held back a smile and comforted symbolically: "don't care too much. Maybe there are too many such cases. Sang Yan directly acquiesced that you came here to see him. "

"You forgot what we came here for?"

"Ah?"

"Isn't it whoring?" Wen Yifan said, "how can the word 'see' match his behavior."

“……”

Zhong Siqiao began to laugh again.

Wen Yifan also laughs: "OK, take it easy. Laugh when he's gone. He's still sitting there

At this time, the high stool in front of the bar was full, and sang Yan occupied the edge position. He picked up the transparent glass on the table and took a sip of the wine slowly, with a calm expression, like a dandy and unruly young man.

Seeing this, Zhong Siqiao finally converged.

It happened that the waiter who spilled the wine came.

The waiter is a boy, not very old, with baby fat on his face. With tray in hand, he served the wine cautiously. Then, he returned the money just paid by Wen Yifan and pressed it under the folder board with a small ticket.

"Here is your wine."

Wen Yifan looked at Qian: "this is..."

Before she finished, the waiter explained, looking slightly uneasy: "sorry, it was just my fault. The boss has already told me that your table is free of charge. "

Wen Yifan thought of Sang Yan's words.

A meal, subconsciously is to refuse: "it's OK, No. Take the money back. "

The waiter shook his head: "in addition to this, if you need anything else, you can call me at any time."

His attitude was firm, and Wen Yifan didn't insist. She picked up the coat on one side: "I just went to the bathroom and found this coat in the corridor. It may be that some customer accidentally left it behind. "

The waiter said, "OK, thank you."

When he left, jonesjo winked at her: "what's the matter?"

Wen Yifan explained briefly.

Zhong Si Qiao stares big eyes: "that he said so, why do you still want to give money."

"It's not easy for people to open a shop," Wen Yifan sipped his wine. "There's no need to take hundreds of yuan for this."

"Why do you worry about the hardship of the second generation of rich entrepreneurs? It's not a matter of two days for the young master to get rich." Zhong Siqiao said, "but he really doesn't remember you?"

Wen Yifan reasonable speculation: "should not recognize it."

"Didn't you recognize it?" Zhong Siqiao felt ridiculous and blurted out, "no, don't you know what you look like? If you have a "fan" in your name, you really feel ordinary? "

“……” Wen Yifan almost choked, speechless and funny, "your tone, I thought you were scolding me."

It's no wonder that this answer is unreasonable.

Because Wen Yifan is really beautiful.

With her gentle character completely does not match, her appearance is extremely coquettish, beautiful to take aggressive. That pair of fox eyes seems to be to hook people's soul. The tail of the eyes is slightly on the pick, and all of them are amorous feelings.

Sitting in this dark bar, it's like bringing your own light.

Zhong Siqiao always thought that she could get rich by her red face alone.

But in the end, he became a hard pressed journalist.

"What's more, your hair is shorter than it was when you were in high school." seeing the movement of Sang Yan, Zhong Siqiao immediately changed his voice, "well, it's possible."

“……”

"He's got this kind of condition. I've been with a lot of younger girls in recent years. Maybe there are some of the same type as you."

Wen Yifan supported his chin and looked in the direction of Sang Yan.This time, there was a woman next to him.

Like not afraid of cold, women wearing close fitting skirt, revealing two white straight legs. She leaned on the bar, tilted her head and toasted him, with a clever smile. The exquisite curve was clearly outlined with the action.

Sang Yan looked up at her with a smile.

Under the contrast of this atmosphere, there is also a sense of * *.

This topic is very short. Soon, Zhong Siqiao talked about other things.

Attention is pulled back by her voice, Wen Yifan takes back his eyes and continues to chat with her.

For a while.

The female singer finished her last song. Aware of the time, Wen Yifan asked, "it's almost ten o'clock. Shall we go?"

Zhong Siqiao: "OK."

They got up and went out.

Zhong Siqiao took Wen Yifan's arm, looked at his mobile phone and said: "Xiang Langgang told me that he will return to China next month. Let's find him next time. Go to someone who can dance disco. It's a bit boring. "

Wen Yifan answered: "good."

Before leaving, she looked at the bar again.

Sang Yan is still sitting in the original position, and the woman next to him seems 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 showed. He just met a stranger he had never met.

Wen Yifan lost his mind.

I can't help but think of the last side I saw before they broke off contact.

There is no moon in the cold night. Dense fog and dark clouds oppress the small town, and drizzle falls down like fluffy. In the narrow lane, the only street lamp flickers, and the flying ants will not turn back to bump into it.

The young man's hair was wet and his eyelashes were wet. The skin is white and the light in the eyes is extinguished.

Everything seems to be illusory.

She didn't remember what she was feeling.

Just remember.

Sang Yan's voice was hoarse, and finally called her: "Wen Yifan."

Then low eyes self mockery: "I'm not so bad."

I remember.

He took off his pride and saw himself as a filth to be avoided.

"Don't worry," he laughs, "I won't pester you any more."

Since spilling wine on customers, Yu Zhuo had a bad night. Do things carefully, for fear of making the same mistake again, re ignite the boss just faded.

When the customer left, he went up to clear the table.

The wine cup recycling, Yu Zhuo a pull folder board, under the pressure of a few red ocean was taken.

He stopped.

I noticed a bracelet under the soft chair.

Yu Zhuo reached for it and walked back to the bar with a heavy face. He pushed the tray in and said to the yellow hair bartender, "brother Ho, the K11 guest dropped something."

He Mingbo took it, looked up and said: "by the way, the clothes you just brought over, I look like brother Yan."

"Ah, I don't know. I said I picked it up in the toilet." Thinking about the money, Yu Zhuo scratched his head. "Brother, Yange just told me that this table is free of charge, but K11 didn't take the money back. Shall I tell him? "

He Mingbo glanced at him: "to admit your mistake."

“……” Yu Zhuo was confused and felt that he had to explain, "brother, I didn't want to swallow the money, but K11 didn't take it away. I told her several times

Took a transparent bag bracelet, he Mingbo said with a smile: "Yan Ge is not so reasonable."

“……”

I think so.

Although I think so, when Yu Zhuo went upstairs to find sang Yan, he still couldn't hold back his dying struggle.

I saw sang Yan's position in front of the bar all night. I don't know when he went to the second floor. At this time, he sat in the innermost position of the card seat area, with a light mood on his face.

I don't know if I've heard what he said.

Sang Yan didn't make a sound, playing with the transparent cup in his hand.

The atmosphere is almost oppressive.

Yu Zhuo hardened his head and said to ease up: "this may not be the money for the wine. I just heard the two guests saying..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that the next words were not quite right and faltered: "but it's noisy around, I can't hear it clearly, so I'm not sure That is... "

When he bumps into sang Yan's cold eyebrows, Yu Zhuo excites himself and speaks smoothly: "I heard the guest's friend ask her if she came to this bar to see brother Yan. She says no."

Sang Yan's eyelashes moved.

Yu Zhuo: "then, she said, it's for whoring..."

Sang Yan

Sang Yan: "what

"So this may be your whoring money..."

“……”