When night falls, pale blue replaces sky blue as the only color in the sky, and the starry sky that can be seen when you look up is no longer gorgeous in the cold winter, replaced by the lights of the streets and alleys, from hazy orange to bright and dazzling white, and more mottled with colorful light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Standing on the noisy and busy streets of Seoul, the neon lights that gradually bloom weave the beauty of the night, but they can't erase the dim colors in my heart.

Alone, walking aimlessly on the streets of Seoul, the crowd of people passing by around me is as if they are in two different times, so strange, with a long sense of distance, and the lively noise around them seems to come from the other side of the distant world, blurred.

Wei Bochen walked quietly like this, not knowing where to go, Fang Mei's face still kept appearing in front of him.

[Bo Chen, in fact, Mom's death is not about Fang Mei, the reason why I didn't tell you before was because you were too hurt at the time and couldn't let you be stimulated anymore, in fact, when Dad and Fang Mei met, Mom and Dad already had a disagreement, and for you, they continued to live together, just to give you a complete home.

Later, my mother couldn't stand the pressure and chose to commit suicide, and at this time, the matter of Fang Mei and her father also came out, which made you realize that Fang Mei killed her mother. In fact, over the years, Fang Mei and Dad have wanted to compensate you as much as possible, but you didn't give them a chance.

You misunderstood Fang Mei, and she didn't say anything, because she really loves you and this family very much, and she doesn't want anything wrong, so this matter is over. ］

Smirking self-deprecatingly, he continued aimlessly, his sight filled with bustling crowds and softly lit shops. Suddenly, a neon sign with a rainbow of light burst into view.

Bar! Forget! A drunk relieves a thousand sorrows! Maybe a little more drink! A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Wei Bochen's mouth, is he going to borrow wine to kill his sorrows again? The pace paused slightly, and then no longer hesitated, and walked towards the bar not far away.

At 6 or 7 p.m., which is not the peak of the bar's business, the bar is a bit cold, except for a few waiters, there are only a few customers, so it is good that you will not be recognized.

On the small stage of the bar, a young man who appears to be a resident singer of the bar is carefully adjusting the piano, and occasionally the piano sounds ding-dong-dong.

The atmosphere of the bar is quiet, as if this bar is just a place for a quiet drink, not for people to have fun. Wei Bochen likes such a quiet atmosphere very much, even if he comes to drink, he just wants to drink quietly alone.

Then savor the sadness in your heart alone, not in that noisy environment, which will only make your already boring self more depressed.

I casually found a dimly lit corner seat in the bar and sat down, and at the next table, a woman with a peaked cap and a face that could not be seen was drinking with her head down, perhaps, this is also a person who came to buy drunk like herself.

Wei Bochen smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his head and beckoned the bartender, "Whiskey on the rocks, thank you." ”

"Wait a minute!" The bartender bowed politely, and then brought Wei Bochen's wine, "This gentleman, your whiskey with ice!" ”

Wei Bochen nodded in thanks, picked up the whiskey that had been poured and drank it in one gulp, the spicy taste filled the entire taste buds at once, and the depression and sadness in his heart seemed to be diluted a little by this pungency.

After drinking a glass of wine, Wei Bochen smiled bitterly and took the whole bottle of whiskey placed on the side, poured himself another glass, and drank it all in one gulp, maybe this would make him feel better.

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Yin Baola feels that today is really annoying, the itinerary is like a mountain in the past few days, and every time she shoots advertisements and records programs, she has to be scolded.

After the trip, I wanted to find a place to vent my recent irritability, but because of her status as a star, Yin Paula could only come to a bar she never went to to drink to relieve her boredom.

Thinking of today's fierce director, Yin Paula poured another big sip of wine depressedly, sighed helplessly, leaned weakly on the soft backrest behind her, and her eyes unconsciously swept to the man at the table next to her.

Yin Paula didn't know how to describe the man who suddenly broke into sight, the light in the corner of the bar made it impossible to see the man's face clearly, and he could only see a general outline, but because of this outline, he felt particularly familiar.

The man seemed to be very annoyed and sad, and kept pouring wine into his mouth, and in an instant, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart, and Yin Bao pulled out the urge to see the man's face clearly.

The next moment, Yin Bao pulled, got up and wanted to walk towards the man, but at this moment, the man also stood up, Yin Baola was startled, and quickly sat down again, but his eyes were still firmly fixed on the man.

The man's steps were a little shaky, and he walked towards the small stage of the bar, Yin Baola was very puzzled, what was this man doing walking towards the small stage, was it because he drank too much and wanted to go up and get drunk?

Soon, Yin Paula knew that she was wrong, because the man walked to the small stage and sat down in front of the piano in the center of the stage.

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Holding the wine bottle in his hand, as Wei Bochen kept pouring it into his mouth, it soon bottomed out, and the spicy feeling continued, but as if the body had given birth to resistance, the sadness became more intense after being diluted by the spicy for a while, and the intensity made Wei Bochen's chest feel stuffy for a while, and he felt breathless.

Wei Bochen knew that what he wanted to do most now was to vent happily, but the wine in his hand could no longer play a role in venting, so he reluctantly stopped his continuous pouring of wine, Wei Bochen got up and walked towards the stage.

Maybe now only music can calm your heart, forget those excessive sorrows, and find your former self again。。。。。

Sitting in front of the piano, the figure of Fang Mei in his mind became clearer and clearer, Wei Bochen closed his eyes, and the song he composed a few days ago was also the most suitable for his current mood.

Slowly flowing out under the fingers of the keys, echoing in this quiet bar...

Early in the morning, snuggle up in your arms...

Face to face and hearts are thousands of miles apart...

I do my best to make you understand ...

There is hope after the pain.

As long as we can learn to give, as long as we can trust each other...

But only love can decide, to start again or walk away silently.

However, I firmly believe that between us ...

One day, the sun will rise.

The singing is intertwined with the sound of the piano, constantly circling, and sadness gradually surrounds this quiet bar. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes unconsciously, but Yin Paula didn't wipe them with her hands, maybe she didn't want to wipe them at all.

What kind of sadness makes you sing so sadly, silver and white eyes looked at the man sitting in front of the piano with hazy tears, and I couldn't help but want to comfort him who was full of sadness.

After the song, Wei Bochen exhaled deeply, was too thin to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and returned to his seat, and continued to drink.

The sadness in his heart seems to have really faded away with this song, Wei Bochen just wants to get drunk now, then get some sleep, and forget all the sadness when he gets up tomorrow.

The wine was still poured one sip at a time, and soon, Wei Bochen fell on the wine table and became unconscious...

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