It was a commercial bar with a high utilization rate, and the passage leading from the small hall to the hall was narrow, and Daewoo shook his body exaggeratedly, and when he passed by the girl, one stumbled on the girl.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."Daewoo apologized to the girl repeatedly.

As if awakened, the girl raised her head urgently, glared at Daewoo, looked around, then waved her hand, turned her face to the other side, and continued to quietly hold the wine glass in contemplation.

Daewoo walked around the hall, then went straight to the girl, found a seat and sat down.

"Hello, I'm sorry I hit you just now, are you okay?" Daewoo's face began to thicken.

"It's okay, it's okay," the girl finally turned around and smiled back.

When Xiao Yong and I saw this, Xiao Yong whispered out two words "actor", and we stopped listening to what they said. On the noisy stage, the light and shadow flickered rapidly, the tuner in a short skirt shook his head, the beat of the music tightened, and after a while, a handsome singer began to sing, and the English song was too thick, and people left their seats, twisted or danced at will, and the audience suddenly shook.

On the other side of the bar, a game is going on, this game called "Flying Crane Love" attracted our attention, and the three of them gathered around, it turned out that the so-called "Flying Crane Love" is to write the words of invitation to others on a delicate little piece of paper, and then ask the waiter to send you the person you want to communicate. After receiving the note, the other party will come over to chat with the inviter, or ask the waiter to tell him tactfully: "She's busy now, wait a while."

I suddenly thought of the small note uploaded by a young and ignorant teenager in the classroom in elementary school. Perhaps, this game is to give people a feeling of reminiscing youth, there is always some expectation in people's hearts, or there are surprises, or people are melancholy. Either way, it's worth savoring.

Zhaoyang pinched his cigarette and looked at his phone, we arrived very late, so we asked the waiter to find another small table against the wall, and asked for a bottle of red wine, and Zhaoyang began to look around. In the dimly lit bar, everyone looks at a back or a faint silhouette, and in such an atmosphere, you can walk to any position and chat with others. In the middle of the middle I went to the bathroom, when I was washing my hands, there was a waiter next to me who took the initiative to help people beat their backs, and there was a plate of tips next to the faucet, and I glanced at it and threw a 10 yuan yuan at random like others.

Back in the hall, Zhaoyang has already started a chat with someone, it turns out, cheeky here so popular! I raised the wine glass with Xiao Yong and touched it, and then drank it all in one gulp, we finally were still a little restrained, so we put down the wine glass, swaying in the hall, and after a while, Da Yong found us, full of excitement.

"Coming to the call?" asked Yong.

"Then you still need to say @#$%" Daewoo shook his phone, Zhaoyang came out of nowhere and snatched the phone from the side.

"Madoka..."

Daewoo hurriedly signaled, everyone drank the wine in the glass, walked out, and looked over, the girl was still slowly tasting the wine in the cup, this kind of wine called AK47, mixed with blue bullets, showed a bright blue light in the cup, very beautiful.

As soon as he walked out of the bar, Daewoo dialed the phone: "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is empty..."

Daewoo's face slowly became black.