"Ants must be busy with marriage, right?" Qiu Yu wiped the clear wine glass with a clean rag.

"Anyway, after entrusting me with the cat, I haven't been in touch," I drank beer and picked peanuts.

"Haven't you been to the house to look for it?"

"I'm not a loan shark. ”

Qiu Yu has been running this small bar in the local area for a while, and unlike the bars that have sprung up like mushrooms in recent years, there are no fancy sets, stylish chandeliers, dancing girls with heavy makeup, just old rock music, beer and some cocktails, peanuts and Qiu Yu himself. Business wasn't booming, but he didn't care about it at all, the bar was just a hiding place for him, a place to avoid too much interaction with his family, and of course he was extremely obsessed with music.

"They're rich people who are good for nothing. Qiu Yu introduced his family in a word. However, in fact, it is not so simple about this family. In the late 80s and early 90s, his father quit his job at the local transportation bureau and went into business. Buying and selling second-hand cars, starting with trucks, because of the previous social relations, so it can be said that it was prosperous, and then turned to real estate, and in the wild era when housing prices skyrocketed, it was natural to make a lot of money. His elder brother inherited his father's shrewd business acumen, and after a part of the funds, he established the largest local car trading center, as well as several high-end hotels and entertainment clubs, and many rich second generations, his brother's life is not disorderly, and he is often photographed by gossip magazines with car models, young models in and out of the hotel.

"To each according to his needs," Qiu Yu said indifferently when talking about his brother's private life.

"Is there any new clue about the cat?" I drank the wine dry, and Qiu Yu brought another bottle.

"The ant who can't answer the phone, the catwoman who has lost her magical powers, the inexplicable monster in Temple Street, are these clues?" I said, taking a sip of my beer.

"It's not bad, do you know how Sherlock Holmes solved the case? It's all clues that can't be called clues in the eyes of others," Qiu Yu smiled and lit a cigarette.

I laughed too.

At this time, the phone on the bar suddenly rang, Qiu Yu took the phone, nodded, and handed the microphone to me.

"Hey, hello, may I ask who you are?" I politely began.

"Hey, hello, I didn't expect you to be in that bar," the woman's voice on the phone seemed familiar.

"It's a great place to spend time if nothing else. ”

"What time do you get back, I'll be there soon. ”

I raised my left hand and glanced at my watch, and at 21:03, "about an hour later." ”

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes. ”

The microphone came from the wind, and I handed it to Qiu Yu.

"Your friend?" asked Qiu Yu after putting down the phone.

"The woman who was drunk. ”

"Not bad. ”

Thirty minutes later, the woman walked into the bar, but she was dressed differently than she had that day, a long white puffer jacket and black casual sweatpants with the Adidas logo printed on them.

"I thought you wouldn't come," I said.

"Women are a species without a sense of time," the woman called Qiu Yu and ordered a glass of vodka with orange juice.

"If I get drunk this time, I won't be so kind. ”

"Don't worry, no. ”

Qiu Yu handed over the wine glass, then turned and walked to the other side of the bar.

"What's the matter with me?" I lit a cigarette on the table.

"I feel like I'm sorry to you. ”

"Because of doubts?"

"Because I was panicked, frankly, it was the first time in my life that I had experienced that kind of thing, so I was inevitably overwhelmed," the woman said, taking out a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.

"Oh, not a bad thing. ”

"Good things or bad things, you always have to face them when they happen, and most of the time it's your own responsibility, and you can't push it off. ”

I smoked a cigarette and was silent.

"I'm sorry, I should have thanked you so much, but I ignored it because my mind was blank for a while. ”

"Being so yourself?"

"I want to be an authentic person from the beginning. ”

"Didn't it belong to the tunnel?"

"Live like a prostitute. ”

I glanced at my watch, 21:40.

"I accept your authenticity, so is there anything else?"

"Are you free tonight?"

I looked at her and waited for her to follow.

"I want to be able to sleep with you, without any external conditions. ”