The treacherous bar always divides the day alive and creates the illusion of night.

Colorful neon lights jumped in the darkness, swirling and flickering, and one deafening voice after another poured into the eardrums.

Women of all stripes on the dance floor swayed their bodies wildly to the deafening music of heavy metal, twisting their hips and waists, their waterfall-long hair flicking in midair. Occasionally, one or two people sat at the bar, their faces either noisy, lonely or excited, and sometimes leisurely watched the bartender play with the bottle, watching the bottle swim obediently between his hands, bouncing up and down. A smug smile hung over the bartender's lips.

Only the lonely and lonely figure continued to pour himself glass by cup, as if only the faster he drank, the deeper he buried the facts that he didn't want to face.

The sticky smell of blood mixed with the bitterness of the liquor slid down the throat. He choked several times because he drank so hard.

Chu Yiyi, you are so ridiculous......

The people on the side were a little worried, I was afraid that such a way of drinking would drink the dead. The bar manager didn't dare to stop Er Shao, and was worried that something would happen, so he secretly called Hu Ziyao.

In less than ten minutes, Hu Ziyao and Xiao Xun rushed to the bar together.

Hu Ziyao asked Xiao Xun to wait on the side first, and walked over to persuade him.

A person sat down on the side, Hu Zijing poured himself wine, drank wine, and poured wine again, and he didn't even give half a look to the people on the side, but he knew who the person sitting next to him was, after all, there were only a few people who dared to sit next to Er Shao at will.

Hu Ziyao snatched the wine that Hu Zijing was about to send to his mouth, smothered his stomach in one gulp, and sent a sentence, "Xiao Lian is indeed my child......"

"It's me who is sorry for her......" Hu Ziyao knew that his confession had come too late. But if he had a chance to do it all over again, would he make a different choice? Is it possible to give up everything for her......

Hu Ziyao thought that he might still choose not to meet her in the first place.

Hu Zijing's heart was suffocated, and the hand that was about to hold the wine bottle stopped in mid-air, and his consciousness gradually sobered up. In the interval, his hand holding the cup was unconscious, and he couldn't crush the stubborn cup, but his eyes were staring straight at the person next to him.

Hu Ziyao didn't seem to notice his younger brother's reaction, and suddenly wanted to vent all the things that he had been suppressing in his heart and couldn't talk about through alcohol.

"She doesn't like bars......" he said to himself.

Now, he couldn't find anyone to talk to him about this girl, he felt lonely and scared. It's just that when I suddenly recalled it, I found that my memory of her was only a pale page, a few strokes, and I didn't pay attention.

"I just remember that she was very stubborn and liked to get into the horns, and a problem could be debated with me for a long, long time,...... If she had asked me my name at that time, and I hadn't answered and turned around and left, maybe everything would have been different. I should have made it clear that I didn't like it earlier, and she wouldn't have waited so long for me with hope, and she wouldn't have ......."

Hu Zijing's clenched fists were like bows and arrows ready to strike, leaving a trail on that handsome face at any time.

Why did he say such a thing?

Hu Ziyao's eyes were filled with mist, and when he realized his gaffe, he straightened his back again, and said solemnly, "Youyi's whereabouts are ......"

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