The light and shadow of the small shop are dim, a long bar divides the store in half, there are more than a dozen high chairs in front of the bar, and the wine cabinet behind the bar counter is filled with hundreds of bottles of various Chinese and foreign brands of wine, and the crystal clear goblet glass hangs on the wall above the counter.

When Song Jiaqian was pulled into Jiangxin Temple by Shayang and Anna, she thought that these were two foreigners who had a misunderstanding of Chinese civilization and wanted to take her to chat with the monks. On the left side of the courtyard, there is a teahouse that is also engaged in the dance hall business under the banner of drinking tea, and on the right is this bar that Song Jiaqian couldn't even think of.

Song Jiaqian has been a good girl in the eyes of teachers and parents since she was a child, although her temper has always been bad, but her test scores can always cover up many problems. Of course, she herself never went to the entertainment places where she was a good child, a good student, and a miasma, game halls, dance halls, chess and card rooms, karaoke rooms, and video halls, and more "social" bars naturally had long been on her list of "bad places". But to put it more realistically, in a small place like Dongou City, in the early to mid-nineties, ordinary children couldn't even find the door of the bar, even if Song Jiaqian wanted to open her eyes, she didn't have that way.

Looking at the bars that could only be seen in movies in the past, from the mouths of those classmates in Hangzhou who "got rich first" when she was in graduate school, Song Jiaqian didn't come to her senses for a long time. Not to mention, the hotel was built inside the temple, and that sense of religious blasphemy had a strong spiritual impact on her.

Sha Yang pulled Song Jiaqian, who was in a semi-sluggish state, to the bar.

When the bartender saw Lao Sha and Anna, he immediately looked happy. These two foreigners come to drink every weekend, either Saturday night or Sunday daytime, and they are already VIP full-level customers. The bartender glanced at Song Jiaqian, who knew it was a rookie, with an unstandard accent and broken enough English, to greet the two foreigners: "Today is Friday." ”

Sha Yang could understand the meaning of these words, and immediately explained: "For school activities, we are teachers. ”

The bartender suddenly realized that the weather was just right these days, and many primary and secondary schools had come to the autumn outing, but he really didn't guess that these two unobtrusive foreigners were actually teaching. Originally, he mistakenly thought that Sha Yang and Anna were also coming to China to pan for gold like other foreigners, but they accidentally lost their way and got into Dongou City, an Oriental Jewish city that could only enter but not enter.

After some pleasantries, Sha Yang and Anna encouraged Song Jiaqian, telling her to work hard to break through her comfort zone and get out of the shadow of social barriers. After speaking, they each took two cups of Red Star Erguotou, took a pot of edamame and peanuts, threw Song Jiaqian and sat at the bar, and drank his own with a smile.

Song Jiaqian was overwhelmed by Shayang and Anna's actions. The bartender observed Song Jiaqian's posture and decisively decided not to soak, so the service attitude was relatively cold, and asked with a smirk: "What do you want to drink?" ”

Song Jiaqian hesitated, she didn't know how to "order" in the bar, but she was embarrassed to ask, so she casually pointed to a foreign wine on the counter, trying hard to make herself look normal, but when she spoke, she still looked timid: "That's it......"

The bartender turned his head to look, didn't say anything, quickly poured a glass for Song Jiaqian, and put a paper mat in front of her.

Song Jiaqian stared at the shallow glass of wine, but she really didn't know how to take a sip.

She usually drinks two sips of beer, but she has to have snacks.

Drinking this kind of thing with a degree similar to liquor on an empty stomach, who can withstand this injury?

"Nie howl, Miss Charm. Song Jiaqian was staring at the glass of wine when a voice suddenly sounded beside her. Song Jiaqian turned her head to look, first she was dazed, and she didn't find anyone, and then she took a closer look, and was suddenly startled.

In the dim space, there seemed to be two rows of white teeth floating in the air.

The black brother's bright smile had to be seen hard to distinguish it.

Song Jiaqian was stunned for a long time before she figured out what species she had encountered.

She gasped slightly and said in English, "Hello, where are you from?"

The black guy instantly became excited: "OMG! You can speak English!"

Song Jiaqian looked at the exaggerated appearance of the black man, regained some courage a little, and then hesitated for a moment and introduced herself: "My name is Song Jiaqian, and I am an English teacher. ”

The black brother soon chatted with Song Jiaqian.

The more Song Jiaqian spoke, the happier she became, and as soon as her state relaxed, her eighth-level English level also woke up quickly. Originally, the bartender who didn't look down on Song Jiaqian much, but at this time, seeing her radiant and fluent English, I couldn't help but be a little interested.

Immediately, he suddenly saw Song Jiaqian's surprised expression.

"Actually, I am the prince of the Congolese Ah-woo tribe, and my father is a tribal chief. I came to China to study technology, and now I'm studying ......Chinese medicine at Dongou University," the black guy gushed, his face full of sincerity.

Song Jiaqian was stopped by the black brother on the spot.

She didn't even realize that Dongou University could have a major in Chinese medicine?

O prince......

I actually met a prince in such a place?!

Song Jiaqian's eyes became a little misty, and then looked at the black prince in the faint light, and felt that his appearance didn't seem to be so unacceptable. It's nothing more than the bridge of the nose collapsed, the lips a little thicker, the tip of the nose a little bigger, and the skin a little darker. But you see, don't his eyes grow quite big, and that naturally curly hair, which is so exotic.

After the black prince finished speaking, seeing Song Jiaqian stunned and looking at him without speaking, he pointed to her glass of wine with a smile and asked, "Miss, why don't you drink?"

"I ...... Alcohol allergy. Song Jiaqian blurted out.

Alcohol allergy, this is a combination of words that she has memorized countless times.

When I was working at school, I couldn't remember this at all, but with the black prince, before I knew it, she said it.

When the black prince heard this, he let out a hearty laugh: "Song, you are so interesting, the first time I have seen someone with an alcohol allergy go into a bar to drink, can I do it for me?" he pointed to the glass of wine.

Song Jiaqian hurriedly said: "Of course you can." ”

The black prince took Song Jiaqian's wine, raised his head and drank it all, and after drinking, he looked at Song Jiaqian and showed a warm smile: "This glass of wine looks beautiful and is very comfortable to drink, just like I feel when I see you." ”

Song Jiaqian's heart jumped, and her body seemed to be surrounded by some strange feeling.

But just as she was about to say something, there was a sudden noise outside the bar.

A few people walked into the store.

Xia Xiaolin was tired to death, walked to the bar, and hugged a kindergarten child in her arms.

Song Jiaqian turned her head and looked at the kindergarten children.

The two of them were stunned.

Lin Miao nodded at Song Jiaqian: "Hello." ”

Song Jiaqian replied dumbly: "Hello......"

Lin Miao ignored her after speaking, and shouted straight at the bartender: "Bring me a glass of milk!"

The bartender smiled, "Kid, we don't sell milk in our store." ”

"It's okay, I forgive you, it's normal for a small broken shop to lack this and that! What else do you have besides wine?" Lin Miao was arrogant.

The bartender replied helplessly: "There is also coffee, and children can't drink it." ”

Lin Miao immediately slapped the table: "Who said you can't drink it?

The bartender defiantly asked, "Yes, what do you want to do?"

Lin Miao smiled coldly: "What do I want to do? Bring me a latte! Put more fresh milk, not coffee!"

Bartender: "......"