The quiet streets, in the middle of the night, at two o'clock in the morning, are still bright and thorough, and pedestrians come to familiar corners with great anticipation, but they only get puzzled.

A sign was placed at the door of the large pine wood, painted with old red paint that had begun to peel, with the text "I am unwell today, I will not accept customers for the time being".

The elegant and gentle gentleman, bent over, with a handsome face with some regretful expressions, blessed him: "Hopefully, old John will recover soon." Then he turned and departed, without trying to knock at the door.

The pedestrians who crowded here, if you look closely, are full of celebrities and wealthy people from the federal metropolis, dressed in gold and silver, and revealing a luxurious and noble temperament.

After seeing the sign, there were complaints, and there were whispers, but none of them were complaining that they couldn't go in as usual today.

They came on time and left quickly.

The old glass case, the dim light shining on the wooden floor, the elegant and long music, slowly pulled up by the young player, he held the humble violin, the slender fingers gently pressed the upper end, as if plucking the music of heaven, with the whisper of the music, his expression was very pleasant, the whole body shook rhythmically with the music, the big blue eyes were full of intoxication.

The song is an unknown classical score, which makes people feel that the creek stirs up a sparse foam, hits the body, the entrance is a sweet fruit, and the body and soul flutter with the wind, turning into a little bit of heaven and earth, which is the unique charm of integrating into the landscape.

Old John squinted his eyes slightly, and the relaxing music relaxed his mood, this familiar music, he remembered something from a long time ago, and the one who composed the music.

With a glass of wine in his mouth, he put down the glass-colored glass, clapped his hands, and praised without hesitation: "Mr. Mikrum, your skills are really outstanding!" Can you be the resident pianist of my hotel, [Night Wine]? ”

The young man smiled and nodded, and under the thick blonde hair, there was youthful vitality. But it is not surprising that this unknown instrument has a sense of stability and uniqueness, which makes his trial music today extraordinary, and he is very happy to be recognized by this old man. He gently put the piano into the bottom of the fluff shop, the golden jade piano case, and waved his hand modestly, "Mainly, old Mr. John, your collection is too good." ”

"It should belong to you!" Old John was so happy that he could apply for such a person, he stretched out his hand, stepped forward and hugged the young man, his face radiant: "Oh! Your piano skills should be appreciated by more people, so that it will not be buried. ”

Without refusing, Mickrum accepted Old John's gratitude, touched this quaint piano, and touched every string with his fingers, as if he were treating a stunning woman, extremely gentle.

Compared to his predecessors, this one is full of charm.

Seeing Mickrum's stupid appearance holding the piano, old John couldn't hide his smile.

This young man who met by chance was so simply in love with music, probably because of his inner emotions, or maybe it was a shadow of someone in Old John's memory.

But at the end of the song, Old John only hoped that the pearl would not be dusted and could walk on the grand stage.

Yes, the sword is a hero, and the wine is a hero, and it is time for this instrument to be given to a good virtuoso.

Old John handed over a glass of wine blended by himself, the three colors of wine swayed and flowed in harmony, in the glass-colored cup, like the color of the sky, and an unknown white flower was inserted in the mouth of the cup, "[White Sky], taste it." ”

"Thank you." Mikrum nodded politely, and took the glass with both hands, although he had already heard that the old gentleman was famous for his bartending, but he could not help but be stunned by this expressive skill.

Enjoying this glass of wine for a while, he took a sip, the entrance of the wine, the wine is fragrant, and there is no rich piping hot liquor, on the contrary, the taste is quite harmonious, the wine is soft and endless, fruity, there is a peaceful and vast complexity, this glass of wine is quite in line with the artistic conception of [white sky], clear and thick, and the entrance is very comfortable.

Mick Rum smashed his mouth and exclaimed, "It's really wonderful, old Mr. John! As he spoke, he took another sip, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he couldn't stop drinking.

Wiping the ice water on his hands, Old John's brows also relaxed, a bartender, if he deliberately mixes wine to a person, then that person's evaluation is very important, and it is also a recognition of him.

Thinking of this, a man with a fake smile came to his mind, his face turned dark, and he muttered in a low voice: "Except for that bastard, it's a pity, but it's a lot quieter to die." ”

"Who?" Mikrum asked with some curiosity as if facing a glass of delicacies.

"You're sure you know, but I don't want to mention him." Old John shook his head, expressing his decisive refusal, his expression slightly regretful, but he couldn't help but add: "A very interesting person, but there is something wrong with his brain." ”

Mikrom: "? At the same time, I was even more curious, what kind of person can make such a good-natured old gentleman angry, and I guessed a little: Could it be that person provoked old John?

In fact, Mickrum was right, not only did he provoke old John, he was very familiar with that man.

"Knock knock!" The old pine door, the knock creaked, old John raised his eyes, a helpless face, which ignorant young man was again?

He looked at Mikrum and asked kindly, "Sir, I have a leg problem, can you help me see who it is?" Tell him that it's really not open today. ”

"Oh good, little things!" Mikrum stood up and walked quickly to the door, through the yellow glass, he could see two blurred figures outside, he pushed open the door, and looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, gentlemen......"

Mikrum: !! what？.jbg

"Shh Cai smiled, put his index finger on the corner of his mouth, then patted Mikrum on the shoulder, and raised his eyebrows: "This young man, I don't know if I can let Jean, can I go in?" Saying this, he did not wait for a reply, but strode forward with his chest puffed out, as if it were his own home, and lay down on a sofa with ease, and threw a meaningful look at old John.

"I'm sorry, we're all acquaintances." Qinglong gave a (you know) look, grinned and touched his hands, and also sideways around Mikrum and sat down next to Cai.

Cai picked up a bottle of white orchid and raised his hand to signal: "Sir, you can close the door." ”

Mikrum didn't know why, so he listened to Cai's instructions and walked to the side in a coma, thinking only one thing: The man in front of him was really Mr. Cai??

Seeing Cai, it was as if he had seen some enemy, and Old John was almost out of breath with anger: "You, you, you!" Why did you die and come back again! said, but it could be seen that he was not really angry, but his eyes showed a trace of emotion that left no trace.

Mick Rum looked at it, and it was not easy to ask, and he stood with the piano in his arms and fell into thinking: Could it be that Mr. Cai is the acquaintance in Old John's mouth?

"Oops. Old John, who are we with whom! Cai's face was flattering, that is, he was playing the emotional card, and he seemed to suddenly find that he was looking at Old John's bandaged legs, exclaimed, and even asked in a tone full of concern: "Why is your leg injured!" It really hurts my heart. I've said it, don't worry about the dilapidated cellar, so slippery floor, entrust it to me early, how good~"

Qinglong on the side couldn't bear to look directly, turned his face, looked weak, and was spicy to the eye by Cai's exaggerated acting skills, saying: It's none of my business.

Old John in his heart: Hehe, you good boy, I knew that it was the idea of my underground cellar! I also called Shangqinglong together!

"Say, it's not just a matter of coming to me for a drink." Old John's eyes seemed to see through Cai's heart, and he replied with a frown. Zhen personally was not surprised by Cai's resurrection from the dead.

Cai's eyes were solemn: "You are really a considerate old man!" Naturally, it's not that simple, and eat a meal or something like that......" He rubbed the cocoon in his hand, and his words were playful: "There is one more thing, or, should I say?" Without saying the next words, Cai's eyes suddenly turned to Mikrum, and his fingers tapped on the sandalwood tabletop, rhythmically resounding with an unknown rhythm.

Mikrum looked back suspiciously, not understanding why Cai suddenly looked at him, but he quickly noticed that Qinglong also turned his head, held his hand, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, sir, how about you get a good night's sleep?" ”

After speaking, Qinglong snapped his fingers, a trace of mist lingered, and the trait [Controller] was activated, and Mikrum finally saw the scene of Old John shaking his head and sighing, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted to the ground.

"Tut-tut, you have a strong character." Cai said with some envy, got up and walked over, and put the young man on the sofa, while he stood in front of Old John, looked down at the mysterious old man, and said with a playful smile: "Go on, or rather?" Mr. Forsaken? ”

Old John was silent, his face full of wrinkles, some just sighed, he shook his head, and asked himself, he really didn't want to talk to this little guy, although he raised Cai to be 10 years old, but that memory was not very good.

When he raised his head, he was about to confess the facts, but who knows, Cai hummed a little tune, stretched out his hand and stepped across the front desk, pressed the wall from the bamboo wine rack very skillfully and casually, picked out a few bottles of wine dressed as old in the dark grid, and mixed a glass of wine for himself on the spot.

Cai's technique is skilful and natural.

He looked around, and the wine glass was a furnishing on the table, and the glass was so neat and clean that he could see that Old John would take the time to wipe it.

The body of the cup is engraved with a simple orchid, with crooked patterns on it, and there is more of a childlike taste, Cai's eyes remain on the cup for a few seconds.

He did it with his own hands, under the direction of John Sr.

He shook his head, picked up the glass, added a small amount of his favorite white orchid, spread to a third of the time, unscrewed the cap of the thirty-year-old wine, and a mellow grape aroma overflowed, turning into a substance that wrapped around Cai's nose, Cai only poured a little, and added a little rum, this famous wine of the maritime age has a unique style.

Let the wine sit and decant for a few minutes.

He picked up a carving knife again, in the refrigerator, took out a piece of old ice, the ice was as warm as jade, there was no bubble in it, he carved out the embellished ice cube, an orange, he gently put it into the wine glass, immersed in the wine, the cold and ice cubes made the taste of the wine more clear, the entrance more delicate.

He didn't like lemons, and only caught a few strange petals in his cup, which was Old John's collection and his favorite ingredient.

Gently shaking the glass and moving rhythmically, the wine collides with a unique color under the color of jade and light.

Eventually, on the rim of the cup is a sliced blackberry.

[Black and White Kiss], Cai specially made wine for himself.

After a while, he picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes intoxicated, "I haven't felt this way for a long time." ”

Qinglong smiled, hooked his fingers, and hinted: Don't forget me.

Old John quietly watched Cai's fluent movements, pondering, his old cloudy eyes rolling, and he felt a little regretful: "You can be an excellent bartender." Speaking of which, some miscellaneous things made him a little annoyed, what is not good, but to do education?

He regarded wine as his life, and he also regarded bartending as a lifelong hobby.

But he is still obsessed with the past, Cai's departure without saying hello when he was a child is like a thorn in his heart to him, he looked at Cai with some expectation, and continued: "More than twenty years ago, why did you leave here and only return here in the last year, and you are silent about it. But now, you're back. ”

Qinglong also looked at Cai curiously, he had been a guest in this bar before, although he also knew that Cai had often come here a year ago, but he really didn't know that Cai and Old John still had such a story.

"Bump." The wine glass was placed on the wooden table by Cai, the ice cubes hit the body of the glass, making a crisp sound, Cai's brown eyes faintly had a strange glimmer, staring at John, and opened in a cold tone: "Because, no one can understand me, including you, old John, my raiser." ”

Old John's heart was cold, feeling Cai speak with a slight sadness, and he had an inexplicable sense of distress after a long absence.

But Cai lowered his body and suddenly laughed again, "Hahahaha, how is it possible, I'm joking!" ”

Qinglong, Old John: I'm so naïve.jbg....... In the end, my heart still said that I could understand.

Wiping his hands, Cai explained for a while, "Well, it's because I'm bored, although I don't hate alcohol, I'm not interested in studying this all day." I felt that the boundless mysteries and knowledge were very attractive, so I went to the library as soon as my brain was hot, got lost, and was sold by human traffickers. Alas, it's okay, in the end, it's just like that dog. As for coming back at that time, I only accidentally exited from Qinglong a year ago, and found the way, I won't tell you, the black history is hard to explain! ”

Recalling the previous black history, Cai was inevitably full of emotion, with a sense of immediacy that things were human beings: "Looking back now, that trafficker is really cute, and besides, which profiteers are too stupid......"

Because some content is too taboo, Cai Huanghuang is blocked from more than a thousand words in the past.

Cai smashed his mouth, felt a little thirsty, and drank another glass of brandy.

In this regard, Qinglong raised his eyebrows, hehe. The mouth was trembling: "Eh, I didn't expect ....."

"Aha, I didn't expect me to be so good!" Cai was quite proud and interjected.

Qinglong's inner scream: No! I didn't expect you to be so terrible.

He began to wonder if it was a mistake to be friends with him in junior high school, after all, it was Cai who secretly "business" in order to use his position as the president of the student council. Instead of speculating, Qinglong also began to wonder if the person in front of him looked like a dog, atui, no, a non-human with a friendly appearance, did he also happen to use calculations to let him meet him for the first time, and after being beaten by social bastards, Cai Ru's heroic appearance process was also bought by Cai! (Cai: It hurts to see me like this.... You must know that you are interested in other people's school flowers, and the beautiful "chance encounter" with Minglan's love is also promoted by me! Don't just look at the bad side! Vomiting blood deeply..... ）

"Oh, what kind of person am I a brother with!" In the end, Qinglong came out, Cai Zhen is not a thing.

But the brother he recognizes, he has to live tenaciously with a smile.

"That's about it." Cai stopped talking and looked at Qinglong and them, but found that Qinglong's expression was stiff, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an unnatural smile, and he said perfunctorily: "Okay!" Your life is truly wonderful! Cai looked puzzled, what the hell, our relationship has sublimated again?

As for Old John, he had a strange expression: they were just having a mysterious spiritual world exchange? Why do I smell cheap brotherhood between guys?

"Well, not much nonsense, old John, you are also a [forsaken]." Cai coughed seriously, introduced the whole, and looked at Old John: "Since we are so familiar, I won't hide it!" Actually, we came here to eat, by the way, if you don't want to, I don't force it, just leave after eating. "That's right, Cai's purpose this time is really simple, to have a meal, after all, now that he has been listed as a dead man, there is no choice but to come to the territory of Old John, who is suspected of being the [Forsaken], the [Night Wine] Hotel.

Old John nodded, since Cai also spoke openly, he no longer concealed it, after all, it was not a secret to these two people, he touched his legs, and said slowly: "Well, what you said is good." ”

"Wait, by the way, Qinglong, you go to the underground cellar and get some ingredients." As Cai said this, he called Qinglong as a tool man, took out the key from Old John's pocket, and threw it to Qinglong.

Although Old John was very accustomed to Cai's approach, he still wanted to question Cai directly: Do you have a good conscience if you do this.....

"Okay," feeling the blood dripping in his heart, Old John covered his chest uncomfortably, his face was ugly, he took out a bottle of [Anxin Pill] and took it, and thought of Cai's excellent cooking skills, his distorted expression was the one who regained his calm, and he continued: "For you, I can tell you many things. ”

"But! Some of them I can't answer yet. ”

Facing Old John's serious expression, Cai also seriously agreed: "I will." ”

After a deliberate pause, Cai picked his mouth and smiled obscenely: "However, I want to rely on you." ”

Old John was a little speechless: "Deal!" ”