It's night, the night Hansu bar on the South Bank Covered Bridge in Gyeongju.

It has been more than half a year since the last time I met Gu Nian here, and the decoration of the bar has not changed, but there is an extra table covered with peacock green velvet on the side of the bar, and the table is the best position to watch the river, He Waner and Lu Hanzhang sat here.

Lu Hanzhang looks a little thinner than before he returned to Shanghai, but he is in good spirits, although he hasn't said much after not seeing him for a few months, he always has a smile in his eyes, and he glances at He Waner from time to time.

He Guan'er had something in his heart, and he didn't realize that she had meaningful eyes, and only looked down at the list.

Everything in Yehan Suli is expensive, only eighty or ninety-one glasses of cocktails, which is simply a conscience price.

This time, she habitually wanted to order a slightly drunk pineapple martini, and suddenly remembered the 60,000 yuan in the account, and her heart was pierced, so she ordered a bottle of 30-year-old Laphro.

Lu Hanzhang was a little surprised, and when he lowered his eyes and saw He Wan'er's outfit that was very different from the past, his eyes instantly became clear.

Also, now Zhou is a first-line big-name Mrs. Quasi-Mo, and ordering a bottle of 30,000 yuan is not a problem.

She didn't dwell too much on this question, but asked with a slight smile, "Why did you change your taste? Didn't you drink whiskey before?"

"You have to try everything, or how do you know when to get drunk and when to be sober?"

He Wan'er replied, without any expression on his face, but his voice was wrapped in a bit of vicissitudes.

Lu Hanzhang finally noticed her state, and she didn't seem to look like a bride-to-be who was going to get married over the weekend.

In the impression that people who want to get married are always happy and happy, even if they are busy preparing for the wedding, they can also be full of spirits that want their hair to go up, how can anyone be as happy and angry as He Wan'er?

Lu Hanzhang pondered a little, and suddenly remembered that after meeting for two hours, she herself was deliberately avoiding the topic of Chen Yuanze, and it seemed that He Wan'er had never mentioned Mo Chunshan.

The words "sympathy for the same disease" suddenly appeared in Lu Hanzhang's heart.

She pursed her lips and frowned, "I don't think you're happy at all." If you're really unhappy, don't get married. ”

He Wan'er didn't speak, only picked up the big-bellied and narrow-mouthed whiskey glass on the table and shook it gently, as if he was tasting the wine, but in fact he was quietly hiding some red circles under his eyes.

Sure enough, anyone who knows her can easily see her depression, but who else is qualified to say this remark?

He Yixiao, or her mother?

There's only one word that can describe their state of affairs these days, and that's to turn a blind eye.

However, if my father was still here, would he be able to see something? Will he still be like more than ten years ago, pat his heart and say, "Who dares to bully my precious daughter? See if I don't beat his baby to vomit dung!"

He Wan'er thought hard, but couldn't think of an answer to this question, and the tip of his nose became more and more sour.

She simply poured all the amber liquid into her mouth, leaving only two ice cubes dangling in the cup, and her throat suddenly burned with a slight pain.

The spicy smell of the liquor suddenly rushed into the respiratory tract, and He Wan'er coughed violently, but took the opportunity to wipe away a little tear from the corner of his eye.

Before the cough stopped for half a minute, the waiter noticed the movement here and thoughtfully brought water and towels.

Lu Hanzhang gently patted her back to help her breathe steadily.

After a few minutes, He Wan'er finally coughed better, but his voice was hoarse, and half of his eyeliner was covered with tears.

After the waiter confirmed that she was fine, he bowed slightly and said in a gentle and respectful voice: "If Miss is not used to drinking whiskey, you can add more ice cubes, and remember to drink too much, this wine is too strong, and it will not hurt your throat." ”

When the young waiter walked away, He Wan'er was a little weak-hearted, so he had to gag: "This wine is so expensive, why doesn't it taste good at all?"

Of course, Lu Hanzhang would not be fooled by her, and asked word by word: "Sister, what happened to you and Mo Chunshan?"

On this night, there was no singing in the bar, the music in the store was like nothing, the lights were soft and quiet, and the South River under the window flowed quietly, making the atmosphere perfect for chatting.

He Wan'er didn't speak, Lu Hanzhang waited stubbornly and quietly, and waited until the smile on He Wan'er's face finally dissipated.

She sniffed, and finally told Lu Hanzhang about her fake marriage with Mo Chunshan.

However, it was finished in about ten minutes, but some things related to Zhuo Anran were hidden, as well as the name Halo.

During the period, some words did not reach the meaning, and some were emotional, but they did not prevent Lu Hanzhang from understanding the cause and effect.

After listening, Lu Hanzhang sighed lightly: "Sister, you really like him." ”

He Waner did not deny it, and in the face of Lu Hanzhang, there was no need to deny it. Ever since Caijia told her those words that day, every move he made, even a slight frown, she couldn't help but want to find out what he was thinking.

Sometimes I even want to indulge in his inky jade eyes, never to wake up again, or look at his back, and watch blankly all day.

He Wan'er didn't speak, and Lu Hanzhang sighed again: "Sister, since you are sincere, why do you have to do this?"

He Wan'er smiled bitterly, his voice was full of astringency: "What about sincerity? Others don't care if you are true or not, they only care if you are stupid or not, whether you will be deceived by him in a sentence or two, and whether you will be led by his nose." Do you know that even if I don't want to do something in my heart, as long as he says it, I am willing to accommodate it for him. To please his aunt, I ...... I ......"

She choked up and began to quietly wipe away tears.

And Lu Hanzhang looked at her crimson cheeks and the obvious drunkenness in her starry eyes, and there was a trace of helplessness.

After so many years, why is her sister's alcohol consumption still so bad?

Such a light whiskey can also get to the point of spitting out the truth after drinking, and if her sister's ex-boyfriend had prepared a bottle of wine at the marriage proposal ceremony, he might have succeeded a long time ago - and there would not be such a tangled and pitiful He Waner as he is today.

She didn't know how to persuade her, and she knew that she couldn't scold Mo Chunshan at this time, so she had to try to divert the topic after thinking about it.

She pondered for a few seconds and asked He Guan'er: "Sister, when did you find out that you liked him?"

He Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and his eyes seemed to be a little clearer.

For a long time, she said intermittently: "I don't know, let alone describe that feeling." Anyway, one day I suddenly felt that there was another person living in his eyes. I know that I shouldn't get closer, and I know that getting close is not the best and most rational choice, but another person has been tempting me, and I can't help but feel like I'm getting closer step by step. ”

He Wan'er was already a little drunk, and his feelings for Mo Chunshan were also very complicated, and the more he said it, the more he felt that the words did not reach the meaning, and in the end he didn't know what he was expressing.

She scratched her forehead and apologized to Lu Hanzhang, but found that Lu Hanzhang, who was still smiling gently just now, was already in tears at this time.