I worked until six o'clock in the evening, close to seven o'clock, and I got off work.

On the way back, I kept thinking about the sea.

On the way home, this thing almost couldn't get rid of in my mind.

But I have forgotten the home of the sea, only the big garden outside the Third Ring Road.

I grabbed the phone hanging on my chest, opened the chat window and sent it: Give me an address to your home.

In less than a second, another second came back and asked me where I was.

I looked around and sent it to a few hundred meters from the entrance of the hospital.

Then the sea came three times in a row: so you came to me; I'm in the Red Sun Bar; Table 88 arrives, and whatever you drink is mine.

Looking at the three in a row, I wondered if there was anything wrong with the hand of the sea.

I stopped a car casually, and after getting in the car, I told the driver that the red sun was clear.

The driver didn't say a word and took me to the Red Sun Qing Bar, during which I checked what the concept of the Qing Bar was for insurance.

I have consulted a lot of information, and it is clear that the bar is mainly based on light music, and it is relatively quiet and there is no DISCO bar.

It is suitable for chatting, friends communicating feelings, drinking and chatting without being too lively.

It seems that the structure of the clear bar is indeed the tone that the sea likes, but for me, I guess I can't stay for a moment.

When you arrive at the station, pay the money and get off the train, there is only a bottomless alley in front of you.

The driver specially stuck out his head and pointed to the alley and said, "It's inside, just go in." ”

I thanked me and looked at the sign above.

The glowing sign at the entrance of the alley reads three huge words: Red Sun.

Follow the sign and go inside, and the alleys that extend in all directions are full of glowing signs.

Looking at the street signs pointing to the depths, a few dog howls can be heard not far away.

It looks like a dog locked up in the yard or in the house, and the weather is a little cold and can't get into the house.

The streets are also covered with graffiti, and I don't know how many alleys I have turned at the moment.

Almost all the way to the deepest part of the alley, a shiny signboard with the words "huge red sun" came into view.

On the wall of the house, there is also a graffiti portrait of the first generation of leaders of Lan Bo, and the most classic line is crookedly written under the graffiti statue: protect your eyesight for peace.

There is music coming out of the house, not very loud and very soft.

The door is a curtain, not an iron door.

I pushed open the curtain and walked in, startled as soon as I entered.

At this moment, I know what it means to have a lot of small bodhisattvas in the temple, and almost every seat is full of people.

In the small space, there is a row of people sitting with number slips in their hands, as if they are all waiting for the number to be called to go in and order.

The waiter on the side walked over with a smile and said, "How many gentlemen?" Booked? ”

"That's eighty-eight." I said.

"Eighty-eight, is it? There is a private room upstairs, please. The waiter said with a smile.

I walked towards the room, and there seemed to be only four small rooms upstairs.

There are four numbers hanging on the door number, which are superimposed by the figure 8.

They are 8, 88, 888, 8888.

It's the same curtain, and there is no concept of a door.

I lifted the curtain on number 88, and the sea sat inside, holding a glass in his hand.

"What's the situation?" I said.

"You're finally here, but I'll have to wait." The sea said with a smile.

I walked into the room and sat across from the ocean.

"Come on, come on, it's vodka. I think you'll like it, and we'll talk slowly after the drink. The sea said.

"I don't drink." I said.