Dusk, Berry Street, [1931] bar.

In front of the door, on the side of the street, a sports car painted in gold came to a steady stop, which was a vision here on Berry Street, because even the owners of the shops and shops were mostly in and out in small trucks, and the drinkers preferred to come on foot.

The driver's door was pulled open, and when the door was lifted upwards, a young man emerged, not in a formal suit, but in a jersey, jeans, and a pair of slippers.

This is completely out of tune with the sports car, and the weather has already entered winter, he goes out in this outfit, and he doesn't know which nerve in his brain is short, anyway, the sports car appears here, and people and cars are constantly looking back at the occasional passer-by.

The young man didn't care, to be precise, his head never turned away from him after he left the carriage, and he stared at the sign of the bar [1931] for a long time with his neck tilted back and his eyes shining.

There was a piercing cold wind blowing in the streets, and the young man was so thinly dressed that he shook his body, and rubbed his arms with his palms, and he didn't expect that he would feel cold.

"Hmmm! That's right! This is it! ”

If it weren't for the sports car, it seems that passers-by would see this young man as an escape patient from a psychiatric hospital, and it would seem that this situation is normal.

After muttering the words just now, the young man walked to the door of the [1931] bar, and instinctively watched when the bar opened, and it was already dusk. Presumably, the drinkers are also coming.

In front of the door hangs a silver iron sign that clearly indicates the time when the bar starts the night market, and then follows. The young man stretched out his arm, glanced at a large iron watch on his wrist, and muttered again, "Soon! It's only a few minutes away! ”

He's not an idiot, even if he's wearing a summer coat in winter, he's not an idiot, and if he knocks on the door of the bar in advance, the waiter will invite him in. lest you drink the cold wind outside the streets.

He was cold and anxious, but he just didn't knock on the door in advance. On this day, he just wanted to go through the procedures step by step, and he didn't want to disturb in advance, but he just didn't want to mess up the rhythm of the work.

There are so many weirdos in the world. It is indeed not appropriate to pair the word 'idiot' with it. It's just that this young man has been standing in front of the bar, and his weirdness is easy to attract the speculation of passers-by.

According to the convention, passers-by generally have a gut feeling that this young man is a fool at all, a fool who drives a sports car.

If the waiter at the [1931] bar had done a good job, then in a minute the bar would have officially opened for the night market, which would have been the equivalent of saying that the young man would have to drink the cold air for at least a minute.

He's cold. Also in a hurry, but still didn't knock on the door. If there was no one in the bar, he would have to freeze to death in front of the bar.

The second hand crossed the number '12', and the young man seemed to see hope, and had already writhed his whole body in front of the door, not as if he was excited to finally taste the alcohol, but simply shaking himself to keep warm.

"Squeak~~~!"

The bar had just been replaced with a new wooden door, and the wooden door slid open, and the light in the bar shone on the young man's entire face, and a beam of light was equivalent to a hope that he would be saved and not freeze to death in the streets.

When the bartender slid open the wooden door and looked up, he froze suddenly, not because of the weather, but because he was frightened by the young man.

It's funny that the young man still has the patience to say hello: "Hello! Are you open for business? ”

The waiter still refused to believe the qiē in front of him, couldn't spit out half a sentence in his mouth, and was stunned for a long time before he barely nodded his head twice. The young man stopped talking, and walked straight into the bar, and when he found a warm corner to sit down, he said hurriedly, "What about your boss?" Please tell me, I'm looking for him! ”

The waiter, who had just slid through the wooden door, took a large cup of steaming hot water from the bar, and brought it close to the young man before replying, "The boss is on the second floor, I'll go and inform you now." ”

As if his body was getting warmer, the young man's cheeks were already red, like a sweet peach, and after he carefully took the glass, he replied, "Thank you!" Sorry for you! ”

A rough observation of a person's words can be seen as to the bartender, who is willing to stand in front of the door and drink the cold air, dressed in a summer suit, and now talking about meeting the boss, is much more normal than the drunken drinkers who make trouble in the bar.

After the waiter walked away to report the news, the young man took no less than five or six sips of the hot water in his cup, and when the cold feeling was no longer in his throat, he turned his head and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

The silence in the bar, coupled with the absence of other drinkers, made him physically and mentally quiet, and before his head had turned a full circle, he found what he was looking for.

What was it that made him rush here in a summer suit and in a sports car of great value?

At present, no one knows the answer, but judging from the young man's gradually relaxed eyebrows, he was still very happy when he found that what he was looking for was right now, and finally, a strange "hehe" sound came out of his mouth.

The young man was undoubtedly a strange man, and this was the first thing he felt when the owner of the [1931] bar saw him, and there was no way to explain it, just as the young man was dressed in summer clothes in winter.

When the two of them don't talk formally, there are many things that can't be explained.

The only detail to pick out is that when the bar owner saw the shirt that the young man was wearing, he immediately said in his heart: "There is a problem!" There must be a problem! ”

The bar owner wasn't intimidated, but it was unbelievable that the young lad was wearing a Atletico Madrid home shirt and was back on Berry Street, the home of the Granada fans.

The bar owner stepped forward, but did not mean to shake hands, but said: "We must not know each other, so what is the matter with you coming here to find me?" ”

No longer swept away by the cold wind, the young man gradually regained his spirits, and he said, "I want to buy something, and that thing is only available here!" ”

The barkeeper's eyebrows tightened, and he said: "This is a bar, naturally it sells alcohol, just tell me, where can I help you!" ”

The young man hurriedly waved his palms and said, "No~No~No~!" You misunderstood, I didn't want you to help me, I just wanted to buy something from here and go back! ”

The bar owner made a joke: "Oh~? There are no down jackets for sale here, we don't sell clothing. ”

The young man said, "I'm not cold now, it's warm in here, and I'll leave when I'm done shopping." ”

The owner of the bar looked at the situation in front of him and said: "The fans of Granada and the fans of Atletico Madrid know very well what is happening on social networks today, and you ...... Now it's an Atletico Madrid jersey and you're coming to my bar to buy something? Are you serious? ”

The young man who was questioned said, "That's right! I'm really here to buy something. (To be continued......)