The agitation flickered with sorrow, and once the fierce music was triggered, it was irresistibly poured out throughout the hall.

The angel who accidentally fell into the world, you who tasted the sadness of love and couldn't give up, are you lucky or unlucky?

I half-leaned on the couch in full bloom with classical patterns, and listened with my eyes closed.

Fortunately or unfortunately, too stubborn love is always a kind of loneliness.

I got up and walked to the bar in the corner of the hall, where the seats in the auditorium had been removed and replaced with booths and sofas, as well as elegant things such as coffee and wine.

After brewing a pot of coffee, I turned around and found a bottle of Irish whiskey in the fancy wine cellar in the wine cabinet, poured out a half-goblet, and added sugar cubes.

Zosi had been playing at the piano, occasionally looking up at me, smiling, and then immersed in the moving music.

As if following the traces of past memories, my subconscious mind guided the step-by-step movements, and I lit the alcohol lamp on the table, placed the goblet containing whisky on the flame, and gently swirled the stem, the rim of the glass rising under the scorching mist.

The baking cup is finished, and the fragrant coffee is mixed with the mellow but not strong sweet whiskey, and the cream is spread on top, and then-

It was almost the smell of tears, but I stopped the movement.

At the end of the story, the girl finally ordered Irish coffee, and the bartender was so excited that he shed tears when he made Irish coffee for the girl, but he was afraid that she would see it, so he wiped the tears with his fingers, and then secretly drew a circle along the rim of the cup with his tears. So the taste of the first sip of Irish coffee, and the bitterness of tears. It's like the taste of long-suppressed thoughts.

Yes, there is still a little bit of full, bitter, tearful taste of deep love and inhibition in the mouth of the cup.

I stared at the Irish coffee in front of me, and lost my mind. A sudden pain welled up in my heart.

I furrowed my brow, not wanting to be seen by Zosie, and grabbed the edge of the bar with my fingertips, supporting my body and breathing very slowly.

Since the injury, although he has exhausted all kinds of rehabilitation drugs, the care he has taken care of has been meticulous and thoughtful. But my wounds were not always healed, and sometimes my heart would cramp and be unbearable, as if I was tearing off the branches of blood vessels. The pain that shook my heart was experienced every day or two.

As I breathed in, the pain gradually eased, and I quietly wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead, not wanting to show anything wrong. Then wipe off the coffee stains that had just been poured from the top of the table.

"What are you tuning?" Suddenly. A clump of voices came from behind, and Zosi wrapped her arms around my waist, her cheek rubbing against my ears, and I stiffened, not realizing when the music had stopped.

"What's wrong?" Sensing something unusual, he asked softly.

"Nope." Luckily, the position with my back to him hid a little unnaturalness in me.

He didn't care, reached for the goblets on the bar, and said with some curiosity, "Oh." Is it Irish coffee? I don't know if Ruori will adjust this......"

"Don't—" I subconsciously stopped him, and immediately realized my gaffe. Busy let go, "It'...... It's cold, I'll make you another ......"

"How so?" He rested his chin on my neck, the stem of the cup was already grasped at his fingertips, and slowly pulled it closer, "Liuori made it by himself, even if it is cold, it will still be fragrant and mellow." ”

"But—"

I was still trying to stop it, when there was a polite knock on the main door of the hall, and then someone pushed the door in, it was Zosi's personal attendant.

"Didn't you say don't bother me if there's nothing important?" Zoshi frowned, a little displeased.

And his arm around my waist never withdrew, and I was a little mindful, but I couldn't push it away too directly, so I had to bury my head down.

"Young master, it's an emergency."

The other party's deep tone conveyed something unusual, and Zosi paused, and whispered in my ear, "Wait for me." ”

I nodded, and he stepped out the door.

After a while, Zoshi returned, his face difficult to peek into, but it was not as casual and calm as before.

"If you have something, you can go and get busy first, and don't worry about me." I smiled at him.

"But......" he hesitated, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's not like I can't go back, you can get busy." I nodded and gave him an affirmative answer.

"Then, I'm sorry," he kissed me on the forehead, "I'll ask Ye Ningchen to pick you up, if you want to stay a little longer or if you want to go somewhere, let him send you there." ”

"Hmm."

After Zosi left, the silent concert hall was empty, and I twisted the stem of the goblet and took a sip on the rim of the glass, the sweet smell and milky aftertaste drowned in my mouth, followed by a bright slightly sour taste, swirling on the tip of my tongue, gently swaying, and spreading.

I sipped the Irish coffee in my mouth, and I didn't know when Ye Ningchen walked in.

He seemed to see a slight abnormality in my eyes, and his voice was soft and slightly inquiring, "Miss......"

I raised my eyes and saw that it was him, and pulled out a smile, "...... What should I do, still, a little sad......"

He frowned.

"But, it can't be helped, can it? It's true...... ......I still laughed, and suddenly felt the sourness of the coffee in my mouth fill my nose and tear glands, almost making my eyes blur.

"Miss." His eyes tightened with pain.

I blinked as best I could, suppressing the mist that was about to float, "Do you know the smell of tears?" It's not enough to be salty or astringent, you need a little salt to taste like Irish coffee...... Like tears that evaporate from long-suppressed emotions...... So Irish coffee has an alias, called 'Angel's Tears'. ”

"Don't do that, miss," he said, taking a step closer and standing straight in front of me, his eyes lowered to my eyes, "if you're sad, you can cry or whatever you want, but don't do that...... It's heart-wrenching. ”

I shook my head, but the corners of my lips turned bitter, "I'm fine...... Go outside and wait for me, I'll be out in a moment. ”

He still looked at me uneasily, and when he saw me nodding, he bowed his head and left.

"By the way, miss," he turned suddenly, after taking a few steps, "there is something I think you should pay attention to." These days, when I was dealing with the young master about some follow-up matters of the Hill family, I found that Mr. Hill had 83% of the absolute inheritance of the entire estate of the Hill family, and after his death, Phyllis? Hill inherited only nearly 60 percent of these property rights, and some of them were inexplicably missing. ”

"Oh?" I was slightly surprised, and my mind straightened out the information he gave, "That is, there is a mysterious heir who secretly inherited the 23% control of the property after Mr. Hill's death?" And this person, most likely, is some of Mr. Hill's relatives, or, even—" My eyes lit up, and I said a possibility. Bear. Child. (To be continued.) )