The wind was a bit strong, and there was a fluctuating rain from time to time.

The food stalls in the night market have set up sheds to protect themselves from the rain, as if they will be blown away by the wind at any time, but there are not a few customers who come for supper. Beer and lobster were sipping and lobsters were happily talking about Sino-American friction, alien invasions, secret weapons and celebrity gossip as beer foam, chili foam, shrimp shells and spittle stars flew out and were swept from table to table by the wind.

The bad weather didn't seem to affect the mood of the people of Wuzhong at all, and the business of Ruhua Bar was even better than usual.

When Bian Ziyuan walked into the bar, he didn't have a good seat, so he had to sit down against the bar, and his eyes looked into the dark corner from time to time, hoping that the guests there would leave early and give up their seats.

The bartender was concentrating on bartenders behind the bar, and the guests next to him were talking about windmills with a strange girl, and the girl was stunned for a moment by a set of meteorological and geographical terms that sounded like that, but she never won the heart of the beauty, and the conversation fell into a tug-of-war.

Bian Ziyuan saw more such scenes, and secretly laughed in his heart. This is a typical science and engineering male pickle girl, knowledge can make women admire, but it can't please women. You say a thousand sets of formulas and 10,000 theorems, but it is not as good as someone telling a joke to make a woman lean forward and back together, and her heart ripples.

Bian Ziyuan himself is a typical science and engineering man, so his laughter is also a kind of self-deprecation. Of course, he is no longer as hesitant and helpless with girls as he used to be, because he understands the true meaning of pickling girls, especially in places like bars.

Women admire knowledgeable men and prefer handsome and dashing men who can tell jokes, but these are not worth a tenth of the money. If you drive a Lamborghini, wear a Patek Philippe, and wear Armani, then you basically don't need to speak, as long as you look at you, there are a lot of women willing to follow you. Of course, there are also wealthier people who may be very low-key and will not come to a place like a bar at all, and they can make a woman fantasize day and night without showing their faces.

Although Bian Ziyuan's current income is not considered a rich man, and he still lacks some strength to charm people with his eyes and movements, he ordered a few bottles of the most expensive wine and asked the bartender to deliver it to the girl's table, and then flicked the Tesla key and Hilton's room card that showed his personality, and the male charm exuded was enough to attract some women to take the initiative to come over and talk.

Of course, he's not here to pick up girls today, he's here for a date, and the object is Mei Ziqing, who makes him a little confused and a little in awe.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, he and Lao Yu were drinking and eating and were bumped into by Mei Ziqing, Mei Ziqing joked that she wanted to join their party, and later said that she would invite her to the Ruhua Bar to drink when Bian Zi was far away.

Bian Ziyuan thought she was just talking casually, but she didn't expect Mei Ziqing to take the initiative to find him today and ask him when the proprietress of Ruhua Bar was there, and she wanted to taste the wine she concocted. Bian Ziyuan was overjoyed, knowing that tasting alcohol was just an excuse, and that a single woman would be willing to go to a bar with a single man for a drink, no matter how it developed later, it was a good start.

He originally wanted to invite Mei Ziqing to go to the silent next door to eat first, but Mei Ziqing said that the professor still had something to do, so he would accompany the professor to eat with him for dinner and come back after eating.

Bian Ziyuan watched the bartender's elegant movements, tapped the bar with his fingers, and asked, "Didn't your famous bartender lady come?" ”

Xiao Qi glanced up, felt familiar, and knew that it was an old customer, so he smiled and said, "What's the matter, it's not fun to drink the wine I concocted?" ”

Bian Ziyuan said: "No, a friend admires her name, and she will be there in a while." ”

Xiao Qi said: "Yo, that's really a coincidence, the boss lady is rare to come now, and she really came today, but ......" Xiao Qi shrugged his shoulders, "I just left again." ”

"Ah, I'm lucky, or I'm unlucky!"

As soon as Bian Ziyuan turned his head, he saw Mei Ziqing standing behind him, her face seemed to be a little disappointed, but she was still smiling, like her usual gentle appearance.

Mei Ziqing took a step forward and sat down next to Bian Ziyuan. I don't know why, Bian Ziyuan became a little nervous, and for a moment, he even forgot to breathe.

"Drink something?" Xiao Qi glanced at Mei Ziqing twice, not coveting her beauty, as a bartender, what kind of beauty has he never seen, and Mo Yu is a big beauty, how can he have the heart to think about other women. I just think Mei Ziqing's temperament is very special, and women with this temperament rarely appear in bars.

Mei Ziqing said: "Ah, whatever, you can do whatever you are good at." ”

This made Xiao Qi embarrassed. To be honest, he has nothing special to offer, he can only say that he is decent, unlike Bishenghua, each wine can bring out a different flavor from others, and even changes the taste with the change of weather and mood.

Bian Ziyuan asked, "Is there any sake?" ”

Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mei Ziqing, and suddenly understood, "Japanese? ”

Mei Ziqing smiled and nodded.

"I speak Mandarin so well!" Xiao Qi praised, "There is sake, how do you want to drink it?" ”

Mei Ziqing said: "Then let's make a sake bomb." ”

Xiao Qi nodded, opened a bottle of sake, poured it into a small cup, poured more than half a cup of cold beer, put two chopsticks on the beer glass, put the small cup of sake on the chopsticks, and then slapped the table hard, the cup and chopsticks were shaken, the chopsticks shifted to both sides, and the sake glass above fell into the big beer glass below, and a lot of foam exploded.

Mei Ziqing watched it with relish, and when she brought it over, she also tasted it with relish. Bian Ziyuan's attention was not on the wine, but on the dark and unobtrusive seat in the corner.

There were people next to the bar, and Bian Ziyuan didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little silent, completely different from the inherent liveliness in the bar.

He said without words: "The windmill is going to land the day after tomorrow, right?" ”

Mei Ziqing said: "The professor said that he would not land!" ”

"Huh?" Bian Ziyuan felt strange, "It's already in southern Japan and the Ryukyu Islands, why won't they land?" ”

"I don't know, the professor said so, he said that the Andes Mountains are a wall that will block the way of the windmills," Mei said. ”

"The Andes? Isn't that in South America? Bian Ziyuan said strangely.

Mei Ziqing shook her head, indicating that she couldn't figure it out either.

A male guest sitting alone at the bar suddenly answered: "Don't worry, there is an enchantment in Shenzhou, and the typhoon will not land." ”

Mei Ziqing asked curiously, "What is an enchantment?" ”

"Enchantment is a very mysterious theory of space, you can hide a place, it exists, but you can't see it, you can't touch it."

As he spoke, the man's body moved like a wriggling maggot, to a very delicate distance that would not be repulsive to the woman.

Xiao Qi knew at a glance that this was a veteran of pickling girls.