Night, farewell.

Except for work, it seems that this is the only thing that accompanies me.

The season of starry blooming will always come as scheduled, but you are no longer by my side back then.

The red and willow-green wine, the deafening music, and the crazy and obsessive dance steps seemed to have been so dim that Cen Diya forgot to go home, forgot who she was, and she sat alone on the bar chair, immersed in infinite sadness.

It wasn't until his song started to sound that he pulled her back to reality—

"This song gave me a very important person, and I hope she will be very happy after listening to it."

Inside the bar, although there was a lot of noisy crowd, it couldn't hide the opening remarks of the song's original soundtrack.

Cen Diya was surprised for a moment, she hadn't heard his voice in a long time.

Even if major music networks search for his name and his voice will be everywhere, she has never listened to his songs anymore, and has never smelled everything about him again.

Just because she didn't dare, she was afraid that she would go to him abruptly.

She misses him, she misses him so much.

She took a sip of Jiang Xiaobai, and quietly shed two lines of tears.

She still remembers that she was standing under the stage and looking at him on the stage, looking forward to what kind of surprise he would give her.

At that time, his hippie smile was as serious as ever, and the fans at the scene were also very excited, screaming endlessly.

Thinking about it now, how happy they were at that time, how sad she seems at the moment.

"Give." The bridge handed Cen a tissue.

Cen Yiya raised her head blankly, looking at the bridge that was waiting for her as before.

She came to the bar every night and sat in the same place, and it was only half a year before the dusk settled.

But no matter how cold she is to others, the bridge treats her so kindly.

"Thank you." Cen Diya took the tissue.

She wiped away the tears that had been dried, and suddenly lowered her head a little embarrassed.

The bridge smiled, "You're welcome, kind Miss Melancholy." ”

The bridge is a bartender who leaves the bar, not the famous kind, but he often serves customers at the bar.

"How do you know I'm kind?" Cen Yiya looked at the person opposite with a smile.

It was as if he had only asked his name once, and she didn't want to answer him at the time, so she was silent.

He never asked her name again, only told her that his name was Bridge.

The bridge has not stopped its work, it is still busy.

After he mixed the wine for another guest and handed it to the other party, he looked at Cen Diya and asked, "Aren't you kind?" ”

Cen Yiya smiled wryly.

Who doesn't want to be kind, and who doesn't like others to say they're kind.

Cen Yanya looked at the bridge opposite and continued to pound the wine, and said in a trance: "Maybe it's kind." ”

"Whoa." Bridge suddenly handed her a cocktail for her to taste.

"What is this?" Cen Yiya watched as the wine in the glass was divided into two layers, the upper layer was pale green, and the lower layer was transparent, like boiled water.

In fact, if you take a closer look, this cocktail should be divided into three layers, the middle layer is not clear, and it occupies a small area, which is light orange.

"This is my new creation a month ago, you are the first person to taste it, I call it Fia."

Cen Yanya looked at him in surprise, and her eyes were like looking at a monster.

Bridge frowned and patiently explained.

"You once accidentally dropped your ID card when you were digging out your wallet and it fell on the bar.

"I'll just pick it up and take a look at it and give it back to you, and you say thank you to me."

Cen Yanya recalled that there seemed to be such a thing, but...

"Then why did you call it my name?"

"It's different, your name is Cen Diya, it's called Feiya, and its fěi is the jade of Fei."

Cen Qiya was speechless for a while.

She picked up her glass and shook it slightly.

I didn't let the three layers of sake mix together, so I was very honored to taste it.

"Does this wine mean anything?" Cen Diya felt that Feiya was as beautiful as her name.

Wine is not bitter, but sweet.

The bridge thought for a moment and asked rhetorically, "What do you want it to mean?" ”

"Although this wine is green, with a little pale orange and a small half glass of transparent white water, it feels like first love, and the clarity is eye-catching."

Bridge chuckled softly.

"Miss Melancholy is so tasteful, I think you understand the meaning right, but this wine is in my heart, more kind, beautiful and touching than you."

"What is the proof of this wine? Why do I feel so dizzy? Cen Diya held her forehead and pressed her arm against the bar.

"Normal people don't get drunk, but you've been drinking Jiang Xiaobai before, and it is estimated that you have a poor amount of alcohol, so now it should only be half drunk and half awake." The bridge smiled slightly.

"Hmm, am I drunk?"

Qiao looked at Cen Qiya a little depressed.

With this little bit of alcohol, he still dares to come to the bar every day.

Luckily, he was the one who got her drunk.

"Would you like to hear my story?" Cen Diya pointed at him with a wine glass.

"What story do you want to tell?" The bridge is gentle.

Cen Yanya held the wine glass close to her forehead, as if in contemplation.

"Well, it probably started six years ago......"

The bar was closed, and the bridge was still quietly listening to Cen Diya's story.

"Brother Qiao, let's go first." Rao Wei cleaned up the front desk and said.

Bridge waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll lock the door in a moment." ”

Rao Wei glanced at Cen Yanya and nodded with a smile.

After a while, Cen Qiya suddenly said: "Bridge, the story can't be finished, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep first, good night, Bridge." ”

The bridge didn't have time to stop it, and Cen Diya had already fallen on the bar.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only the light at the bar.

The flickering light shone on Cen Yanya's face, revealing a thin warm current.

Qiao looked at Cen Yanya, who was gradually falling asleep, and felt inexplicably sentimental in his heart, but more joy, from the joy of Feiya's first love.

Good night, Cen Diya.