At the same time, another place does not know which POS is in the antique street.

A dirty, ugly, cramped, yet secluded bar.

The muse was silently drinking. On the wooden table in front of him was nothing more than a wine glass, a bottle of wine, and a few plates of dried fruit. Surrounded by old wooden furniture, old neon lights flickering overhead, bursting with electric sparks.

The muse had been drinking for a long time, and there was a lot of empty wine bottles at his feet. No one came to take him away, no one to urge him, as if he were an invisible man, and in fact the bar was not well-known here, and there were no striptease dancers or exciting sports. It's a forgotten pub that only ancient, antique-like creatures remember. Occasionally come here for a glass of wine with a large sum of money attached.

Although the bar is small, the cost is extremely high, and the price of a glass of wine here is enough to stay for a month in the largest POS and the most luxurious hotel in the human ship group at this moment, including car pick-up and delivery, and the girl does not change the service every day.

Without it, this bar doesn't sell wine, it sells memories.

Bang, the bottom of the empty bottle slammed against the tabletop, making a hollow sound, and the muse realized that he had finished drinking, so he looked up drunken and raised a finger.

"Ten more bottles."

No one dissuaded him, even the bar owner took it for granted, so the new bottle was quickly placed on his table, which is also a feature here, who comes to the bar not to get drunk? Kindly persuade not to drink too much and then a legendary story happens, in reality you do it, the bar owner does not break your knife and kneel and lick it.

So the muse continued to drink, and there was an extra glass of wine in front of him.

It was a misty blue wine with layers of blue mist rising from it.

The bar owner was sitting behind the bar, drinking a bottle of wine in his hand, and he waved his hand at the sight of the muse's drunken eyes.

"Blue Future, my new work."

"Hey......" the muse smiled. Without hesitation, he picked up the glass of wine and drank it down. He never cared what someone did in the wine, even the black hole level can confuse the wine, and there is no zài in this universe.

But to be honest, this blue future is indeed outstanding, drinking this glass of wine, the muse's eyes are misty, through the dreamlike blue mist, he seems to see a lot of things, but as if he can't see anything. That kind of plausible feeling, even a black hole-level peak like him felt intoxicated.

That's why he frequents this bar. Because here, he can really be 'drunk'.

"I love it......" he muttered, half-drunk. But what do you want to show me? My future? Or is it the future of humanity? Or is it ...... The future of the universe? ”

"I'm just, showing you my dreams." The barkeeper said softly, also drunken and hazy, and muttered. "Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, when I was very young, I had a dream."

"Dreams will wake up." The muse grinned, picked up a bottle of wine and opened it. Stuff it into your mouth without a wine glass.

The mellow juice poured down his throat, making him feel comfortable and indulgent.

"Do you have any side dishes?" Muse asked. Side dishes are the black word here, which means drugs.

The bar owner shook his head. "You know that. I never sell side dishes here. ”

"I don't think you either, but I want to try it anyway." The muse replied. "The longer I live, the emptier I feel. Isn't it like this in every life, longing for immortality when it is vulnerable? But longing for the end when you have an infinite lifespan? ”

"Desire." The bar owner said. "That's our sorrow. Our desires never end, which contributed to our evolution and also contributed to our end. I have to say. The world is still too small, and when we conquer one goal after another, and step on one peak after another, our desires become more and more pale and shallow. It would be great if there was a world that could be infinitely expanded. ”

"Ahh The muse shrugged his shoulders. "That's not what a bar owner should say."

"Your question shouldn't be a question for the bar owner." The bar owner smiled and didn't continue.

At this time, the bars opened, and two human men entered.

The previous one is perfect, so perfect that he will immediately become a human star when put in the light and shadow, he also has blonde broken hair, a lazy temperament, wearing a starched white shirt, and a pair of jeans underneath. Behind this man was a black-haired young man, who followed silently with his head down. Strangely, even the muse couldn't accurately lock on to him, as if the black-haired man was just a shadow.

The muse didn't look back, he just drank silently, waiting for the blonde man to walk behind him before sighing softly.

"I thought you were dead."

"Everyone thinks I'm dead because they think I'm better dead. But sadly, I'm still alive. The blonde man replied. With a lazy smile on his face. "And he's alive and well."

"Actually, I think it's good that you're dead, but now I still feel very happy." The muse sighed, then turned to look at the man. "How are you doing? It's mine...... Brother? ”

Neon lights swirled, reflecting on the man's face. It was a familiar face. None other than Heck.

"I'm fine, dear brother. It's even better than you think. Heck replied. Pull over a chair and sit down, picking up a glass of wine in front of the muse. "Hey, you still like the old antiques here, I have to say you're outdated...... If you go on like this, I'm afraid I'll need to look for you at the junkyard next time we meet. ”

"It's better than disappearing from your childhood and not being heard from at all." The muse replied. At the same time, he rubbed his loose blonde hair.

His expression was a little bitter, as if he didn't know what to say, and as if he wanted to dissuade him. But he didn't need to fret, for the next moment Heck had sat down across from him and poured himself and him a glass of wine.

"No one is immune, brother, you don't think your brother is a coward, do you?"

"I've always been proud of you." The muse paused slightly, then smiled. He picked up the glass of wine in front of him and touched it with Heck.

"I used to think you were going to betray humanity, but now it seems like you're thinking too much."

"I've never betrayed anything, I'm just pursuing my dreams." Heck said. A smile also spreads across his face. There was a look of confidence burning in his eyes.

"You don't think that dreams aren't worth pursuing, do you?"

"Cheers to your dreams." The muse replied, then raised his glass.

The two glasses touched each other and drank into each other. At this time, no one, whether it was Muse or Heck, wanted to say anything more, no one wanted to explain anything. As long as here, at this moment, they can still be together again, who is not for dreams and hopes?

Men's language, which does not need to be explained.

You don't understand, it just means you haven't done it yet.

You get it, but there's more to be done......

For the dream. (To be continued......)