Cen Yutong finished eating Shen Yibai's porridge, rested for a while, felt uncomfortably stiff, and then went downstairs to move his muscles and bones. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At that time, Shen Yibai was about to close the store.

After the typhoon, the city was calm, and people who had been trapped for two days came out to breathe, so business at "12 o'clock" in the evening was not bad.

However, the people who came to "12 o'clock" were all regular customers, and they left very consciously without waiting for the o'clock, freeing up time for Shen Yibai to close the store.

So when Cen Yutong walked downstairs, Shen Yibai was the only one in the store.

"It's 12 o'clock." Cen Yutong said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't know it for a long time." ”

Shen Yibai stopped what he was doing, went to darken the light box outside, and covered half of the door: "I'll make an exception for you today." ”

Cen Yutong's heart was warm: "Da Bai, it's good to have you." ”

For most of the days when she was asleep, if it weren't for Shen Yibai helping, her mobile phone would have been blown up a long time ago, and countless people would have been looking for her like headless flies.

Shen Yibai properly picked up the callbacks one by one, informing him that he would relay them to Cen Yutong and reassure the other party.

Fortunately, he helped block the wind and rain, and Cen Yutong, as usual, sat at the bar and watched him busy.

Shen Yibai took out the whiskey and alcohol lamp from the cabinet, "Let's have a cup of Irish coffee." He said, pressing the coffee-making button of the automatic coffee machine.

The special coffee cup for Irish coffee is special, it is made of glass, and the cup has two golden lines, one near the bottom of the cup and the other near the upper edge of the cup.

Pouring the whiskey into the glass and adding rock sugar, Shen Yibai heats the cup on a proprietary Irish coffee-specific alcohol lamp holder, slowly turning the cup as he heats it.

"Do you know the story of Irish coffee?"

Cen Yutong shook his head. It's not a very common fancy coffee, as it's more of a cocktail than a coffee.

Legend has it that Irish coffee was invented by a Dublin airport bartender who fell in love with a beautiful flight attendant and made a one-of-a-kind coffee for her by mixing whiskey into hot coffee to make her feel his love.

"Because the alcohol of coffee and the strength of whiskey, it is the taste of his longing for her, and after this longing has been suppressed for a long time, it releases an indescribable deliciousness."

The whiskey in the glass was heated, the rock sugar gradually melted and smoked slightly, Shen Yibai quickly extinguished the alcohol lamp and took down the Irish glass, at the same time, he used a lighter to ignite the wine in the glass, let the wine burn in the glass for about 5 seconds, and then cover the coaster and turn off the fire.

In one go, it's like a dance that amazes time. Shen Yibai served the hot coffee that had been brewed, poured the Irish coffee cup into the gold thread against the rim, and finally, squeezed milk foam on the surface and pushed it flat to Cen Yutong.

Cen Yutong stared at the cup of Irish coffee in a daze and asked, "What about the bartender and the stewardess?" What happened in the end? ”

A hint of silence flashed in Shen Yibai's eyes: "Later, later, the flight attendant decided not to fly around every day, so she said farewell to the bartender." ”

“farewell？”

"farewell, it means goodbye, but it's not the same as goodbye, it means goodbye that won't be goodbye." Shen Yibai looked at Cen Yutong in silence.

This woman is really distressing.

Cen Yutong's heart trembled, farewell, goodbye will not be goodbye. Yes, it was a goodbye that would never be seen again; She grinned, and she really wanted to cry.

"It is said that the bartender asked the last time he made Irish coffee for his beloved woman."

Cen Yutong raised his eyes: "What words?" ”

“want-some-tear-drops？ Want to add some tears? He still hoped that she could understand his reluctance and his thoughts. Unfortunately, she never understood. ”

“want-some-tear-drops？ Want to add some tears? No, I don't want to add tears. As he spoke, Cen Yutong picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Through the icy whipped cream, the thick and hot coffee is no longer hot, and the entrance is slightly bitter but mellow, from milky to Irish coffee.

Slowly savoring the good of both coffee and wine, after a while, the warm feeling burned from the belly to the whole body, and nowhere was not ironed.

Cen Yutong thought, Yu Zhen is indeed gone, goodbye Yu Zhen, never goodbye. She pulled out the crumpled letter and lit it with a lighter.

Her face flickered in the flickering firelight.

She still can't understand, she still doesn't understand, but she doesn't want to go against Yu Zhen's last thoughts, she must let his secret rot to her death.

Shen Yibai looked at her quietly and didn't say a word.

Her mobile phone rang at an inopportune time, and when she squinted, it was Xia Musheng's number, he had made several calls since the afternoon, and every time she fell asleep, it was Shen Yibai who answered.

Now she's awake, but she doesn't want to pick it up.

Shen Yibai sighed secretly, picked up her phone, and walked to the door to pick it up.

His voice came faintly: "Yes, she's better, but I don't want to talk to you right now...... Well, okay, I'll talk to her. ”

After a while, Shen Yibai came in, shook his phone and asked, "Feng Xuan's, do you pick it up?" ”

Cen Yutong still shook his head, and Shen Yibai went out again, explaining to her quietly and patiently.

That night, Cen Yutong stayed at Shen Yibai's house.

Her mood fell to the bottom, and she didn't want to see anyone except Shen Yibai.

On the third day, Li Fengxuan returned to Haicheng and dragged her out to see the sunshine.

But Xia Musheng didn't come back. He was caught up in the events in Kyoto and couldn't come back at all.

Cen Yutong was glad that he couldn't come back to Haicheng, because she couldn't face him, just like she couldn't face herself. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to see him.

Every time she thought about it, she hated Yu Zhen very much, she hated Yu Zhen to go easily, but left the pain to her.

It turns out that it is really harder to live than to die...... But she still had to live, for his share!

She shouldn't be as cowardly as him!

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This chapter is dedicated to a friend's cat walking the bend.

She asked me a long time ago, will there be a time when the doors don't close on time at 12 o'clock?

I said, yes.

Definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely. The reason for the existence of this rule is that one day it will be "exceptional".

But I haven't thought of what coffee to make for Dabai.

Then she replied, "Please give me a cup of Irish coffee, without tears, and after twelve o'clock." ”

So good, let's have a drink like this.

Irish coffee without tears is the most bitter drink in growth, so Xiao Cen can drink it all!

Love you, cute cat walker. (To be continued.) )