1942 – Conquest of Paradise Theme Bar.

The soothing music was playing, and the bar had not been open for a long time, and there were not many customers, and the bartender had been delivering two cocktails in the soft light of goose yellow, and the men and women on either side of the booth looked at each other.

Looking at the faces of the man and woman, the bartender hiding behind the counter couldn't help but wonder, if it was a couple, could it be that this was awkward? But if it's awkward, it's not enough to come here for a drink.

An looked at the woman opposite, not knowing how to speak.

How does this make him speak? No matter what he says, the fault is on him, what else is there to explain about this? Retain? What qualifications do you have to keep them? But if you don't keep it, how can you give it up......

"What's the matter with me?" The delicately dressed woman sitting across from her whispered, and it could be seen that her face was not very good.

Listening to the woman's words, feelings of self-blame and guilt continued to grow and spread in the depths of his heart, and he tried to make his every word extra careful so as not to make her feel any discomfort.

"I didn't ...... No. An was holding the wine glass in both hands, his eyes drooping, and his expression was very unconfident, which was a rare situation for him.

Hearing An Wen's words, the woman sitting opposite sneered twice and said, "No? If not, then I'll leave, and don't make such jokes with me in the future, I'm very busy and need to make money to support my family, unlike An Dashao, who has a net worth of more than 100 million, and doesn't need to do anything. ”

An Wen bit his lip, and was not angry in the face of ridicule for the first time, he knew that he did not have any capital to be angry.

She ...... Is she okay? ”

When the woman got up and was about to leave, An Wen finally couldn't help but ask.

"Hehehe......"

The woman turned around, sat down again with her bag, looked at An Wen and sneered: "So you still remember her?" An Dashao is surrounded by beautiful women, I thought you had forgotten about her a long time ago. ”

An Steadi's hands clenched tightly in his glass, his eyes were confused, he wanted to grasp something, but he vaguely felt that even if he didn't want to face it, there was something that was indeed passing quietly, and at a very fast speed.

"Hoo ......"

An Wen let out a sigh of relief, his heart was depressed to the extreme, his past actions hit the weakest nerve in his heart, regret continued to climb like a branch to entangle his body and mind, between this painful struggle, An Ann remembered all kinds of things he had experienced in his previous life, his gratitude and surprise for life when he just came back from rebirth, what did he do for it? Have you forgotten everything?

"She ......" An Wen reached out and rubbed the wine glass, and said a little overwhelmed, "Is she okay?" ”

Before coming, An Wen had countless topics buried in his heart, and he thought of countless opening remarks, but when it really happened, he found that any language was pale and weak, sometimes it was like this, facts speak louder than words, and when the facts were in front of him, no amount of explanation was useless.

The woman stared into her steady eyes and said without timidity, "Is she okay?" How could she be bad, she was so good, better than ever, much, much better than ever! ”

The uneasiness and pain of peace finally reached its peak in the anxious waiting, and he had some doubts about the correctness of his coming here, knowing that it was a mistake to come here, so why did he come?

But there are always mistakes in life, moths to fire, moths to fire, parents have taught them not to fall twice in a pit since childhood, but there are some things and some people, this life is destined to be unavoidable, she is like a lonely city, no matter where she goes, she can never be avoided.

Knowing that coming here will not only not have results, but will make him more uncomfortable, but he still has to come persistently, An Wen is not a masochist, he just wants to hear from her, that's all.

It is difficult for some people to understand the emotion of stability, and men who have experienced ups and downs, generally speaking, will become extraordinarily resolute, iron-blooded, in short, the mind will be very firm, and the tribulations of life will make most people become like this, and stability is no exception.

It stands to reason that such a successful man should not simply sacrifice a lot of things for someone or something, or even do everything to keep it, but many people ignore an important premise - what he is successful for.

Some people are for themselves, some people are for their families, and the initial goal of struggle is very bloody and helpless, mixed with a trace of sadness.

People are different, and the stable living environment since childhood and everything he has experienced have created his special character, which determines that even if he is fierce and successful in the mall, he also has his softest and weakest side.

No one can be perfect, everyone has weaknesses, people make mistakes, and stability is just a good way to cover up their weaknesses.

He may be cruel to others, indifferent to a stranger who can save his life with a single pull, but he can't, he can't see the person he cares about being hurt in the slightest, typical of the character of a European medieval capitalist.

"Just be nice to her." An Wen's lips trembled as he uttered these words.

The woman didn't sympathize with An Ann's reaction at all, she sneered and said, "Is she okay?" Do you know what she's like now?! Do you know what kind of life she leads?! You don't know—"

The woman's originally paranoid and impassioned words suddenly calmed down, she squinted her eyes and stared at An Wen's eyes, and said word by word: "An Wen, you really ...... Really ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman pointed at her with a trembling finger, then clenched her right hand into a fist and slammed it on the table.

"Uhhh

The woman stood up, her eyes a little red, and turned away with her bag.

Out of the bar, the woman looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky, gasped for breath several times in succession, she walked down the street a little tiredly, and the shadows of two people lingered in her mind.

In March, it snows and the weather is unusual, and at this time, the flow of people in the bar is gradually increasing, and the customers sit around the round table, staggering, and you come and go.

Is this what you want?

An Wen asked himself a question as he had done many years ago, and then collapsed completely on the wine table.

In the torrent of people coming and going, he is like a retrograde, who can only be surrounded by loneliness and depression.

The people in the bar laughed or cried, their calm or crazy cheeks together, and pieced together a luxurious ukiyo-e.