"You must live in Beiping in autumn. I don't know what heaven looks like, but judging from my life experience, autumn in Peking is heaven. ”

- Lao She

Mr. Lao She was born and grew up in Beidu, and he also commented on Beidu.

At the beginning of November, it should be considered autumn, right?

Takuya Aramura thought so, closed a book called "Thousand Autumn Northern Capital", and got off the plane.

When several people arrived at the hotel, the time had already reached more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

After a rest, the time turned to more than five o'clock.

Walking along the bright red path, Takushi Aramura, who was without the four women's noisy ears, also felt a trace of tranquility - the four women heard from the hotel staff that there was a beauty service on the third floor, so they made an appointment to go together.

He hasn't done anything meaningful today.

He's wasting his time.

There is no doubt about it.

But he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and he didn't think it was a pity to waste his time.

After all, isn't life just a collection of meaningless things?

No matter what you're planning to do, what you're doing, or what you've done, there's not much difference in nature.

Life is a waste of time.

And Takuya Aramura, a person who always has a spectator mentality, is also happy about it.

It was aimless, and time passed in a blink of an eye, and it was seven o'clock.

Looking around, he was in a lively street.

And in front of him, there stood a building, a bar.

The name is "Haoyun".

Let's go have a drink.

Stepping through the door, he was attracted by a clean but vicissitudes of singing.

Eyes are cast on the stage, where a man in a white t-shirt and a black cap who looks to be about twenty years old sits on it, holding a guitar in his arms, and sings to Mike with his eyes closed.

"Winter freezes sorrow...

We're singing hard...

Don't let that passion go away...

We've got frostbite..."

The audience was full of noise, and he sang alone on stage...

Takuya Aramura looked at the "lonely singer" and came to the bar.

The bartender shakes the bottle in his hand.

"Dude, what do you want to drink?"

Takuya Aramura's eyes were still on the man who was sitting on the stage singing, "Any recommendations?" ”

"Hahaha..."The bartender smiled and shook his head twice, "There are no recommendations, everyone has their favorite flavors, and the bartender's job is to concoct the flavors he wants for the guests." ”

"Okay." Takuya Aramura nodded, "Then give me a glass of water-cut whiskey." ”

The bartender's face stiffened, and he said: "What's the meaning of the little devil's way of drinking, in this way, I will recommend one to you, add water, the Scottish way of drinking is much higher than what water cuts!" ”

Water cutting is a method of drinking whisky invented by the Japanese, that is, whisky + water + ice, and then stir fully, and in order to achieve the purpose of cooling the cup and liquor enough, it is necessary to stir for at least five or six minutes, which is not only long, but also sour...

"I don't need anything high-end." Takuya Aramura saw through the bartender's mind and rejected his suggestion, "And didn't you say there was no recommendation?" You're scared, aren't you? ”

"Hey! How do you speak? The bartender's eyes widened, "Okay!" You want to cut water, right? I'll tune it for you! Ouch, my temper..."

Takushi Aramura didn't speak, just leaned back on the bar and continued to watch the singers on the stage sing.

He thought that such a clumsy agitation method would only be hit by Sakura Rinne...

"Dude, listen to your accent, aren't you from Beidu?" The bartender took two boxy ice cubes out of the freezer with a tongs and placed them in a high-walled wine glass.

"Not really." Takuya Aramura pointed to the ice cubes, "How did you make this?" ”

"Hand-chiseled." The bartender picked up a bottle of whiskey from the wine rack behind him, poured some brownish liquid into a small metal glass, and poured it into the glass, "It's not from Beidu... Then you've come to the right place, we are the most famous music bar in the whole of Beidu! ”

"Oh?" Takuya Aramura was a little interested, "Can you talk about it?" ”

"Since the day we opened in 1996, we have been providing an experimental stage for the new sound generation of major music genres in China..."The bartender looks proud, "Now many popular singers and bands in China have been resident singers with us. ”

"Oh..."Takuya Aramura clapped his palms perfunctorily, "It sounds like it's amazing..."

"Oh, that guy on stage." The bartender raised his chin at the cap-wearing singer on stage, then pulled out a long-handled spoon, slammed it into the cup and began stirring, "I think he has the potential to catch fire." ”

"yes," Takuya Aramura looked over, "What's his name?" ”

"Forgot... I don't remember so many of the resident singers standing on stage here every day..."The bartender added a little pure water to the glass halfway through, and then gritted his molars to stir the glass, squeezing this sentence out between his teeth.

Takuya Aramura propped his head, watched him mix with interest, and asked, "Your customers here are all people who like music?" ”

"No, no, no." The bartending bottle put down the spoon, stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of him, "Seventy or eighty percent of our customers here are North Drifters!" ”

Retracting his fingers, he continued to stir the wine glass, "In their eyes, Beidu is a place full of opportunities, they came to this city from Tiannan and Haibei with dreams, just to show their ambitions here, and at the same time work hard, they naturally need to rest and entertain, and we are lucky, providing them with such a platform." ”

"Dreams... Hard work..."Takuya Aramura whispered these two words that made many people's hearts flutter, "I guess many people have succeeded, right?" ”

"There's a lot of it," the bartender's arm stirring the spoon was already bruised, and his nose was panting slowly, "but more of them are people who are doing nothing and being trapped here... They are reluctant to leave because they always think that sooner or later they will succeed ... Although this place has never given them a little bit of belonging and security..."

"They're wasting their time," Takuya Aramura commented bluntly.

"Huh!?" The bartender jerked his head up and reacted most normally to his realistic, but very inappropriate words, "You say that... It's a little too much..."

"Everybody is wasting their time, all the time, without exception." Takuya Aramura pinned the hair on the tip of his nose to his ears, "Besides, there's nothing wrong with wasting time, it's all up to personal pleasure." ”

"Brilliant! Profound! The bartender looked impressed, then took the spoon and tapped lightly on the rim of the glass, pushing the wine in front of him, "Watercut whiskey, enjoy." ”

"Thank you." Takuya Aramura raised his glass and took a sip on his lips.

"How?" The bartender tilted his head triumphantly, "It tastes okay, right?" ”

"Not bad." Takuya Aramura drank the wine down, smashing the glass on the bar, "Another glass, water cut whiskey." ”

Bartender: "..."