The man ordered another cup of "Jin Se Hua Nian", as if he was talking to Su Nan, and as if he was talking to himself.

"Why should I cry, in fact, I should be happy, hehe, yes, I should be happy for her."

Su Nan didn't know who the "she" in the other party's mouth was, but listening to this tone, he knew that this was a person with a story.

It just so happened that no one came in at that time, so Su Nan stood next to the guest.

The guest cried again as he spoke, but instead of crying before, he silently shed tears.

The trouble bar is different from the Qing bar, the Qing bar will have the heart-to-heart service of the confidant big sister, but the trouble bar will not.

In the noisy bar, people come and go, everyone is passers-by, whether you cry or laugh, most of the people around you are cold-eyed, or rather, more people are not even interested in watching.

Of course, if you're so good-looking that you can attract people to come and talk to you, that's a different story.

But in fact, most people who come to talk to you just want to talk to you about the future, and no one is interested in knowing your past.

That's why it's often said that entertainment venues are a microcosm of darkness.

Because the people here have indulged the selfishness and greed of human nature to the extreme.

Su Nan adhered to the rules of the bar, and the waiter had no obligation to accompany the chat, so she just stood quietly.

Han Bin was even less interested in explaining.

He has been in Chaoge for almost three years, and he has seen this kind of guest I don't know how many times.

At first, curiosity may drive him to chat with guests, but when different stories bring him the same sadness, no amount of curiosity will be worn out.

When I hear too many sad stories, I don't want to love the world very much.

He was still young and didn't want to despair of the world too soon.

So the lonely "wandering poet" cried alone.

But unexpectedly, a man came up to talk to him.

This person is

Song Tingchuan.

Song Tingchuan walked from the booth to the bar, and did not look at Su Nan in the middle, but Su Nan still clenched his palms a little nervously, and his eyelids unconsciously lowered.

When Han Bin saw Song Tingchuan, his face was ugly, but because of the rules of the bar, he didn't say anything.

Song Tingchuan pulled the corners of his mouth and said to Han Bin

"Trouble for a cup of endless acacia."

Han Bin didn't respond, but the movements in his hands were already waving.

Song Tingchuan turned his head to look at the long-haired man, "This gentleman can say anything sad, and it will be better to say it." ”

The other party was a little surprised by Song Tingchuan's appearance, shook the wine glass in his hand, and chuckled

"Little brother, how old are you?"

"Eighteen."

The man's eyes were in a trance for a moment, "Eighteen years like flowers." ”

The other laughed again, laughed and laughed and cried again

"You don't understand."

Song Tingchuan supported his head with one hand and knocked on the countertop of the bar with the other, his eyebrows and eyes were so light that he seemed to have transcended this red dust.

"Age doesn't mean everything, who stipulates that those who experience it at a young age must be less embarrassed by love, and it's not only people your age who deserve to taste it."

The other party was stunned for a moment, and suddenly straightened up, "You are also trapped by love"

Song Tingchuan propped his head and said indifferently

"Falling in love with a girl like a stone is not considered to be trapped in love"

Su Nan on the side lowered his head, and when he heard the words, his eyelashes trembled violently.

Fortunately, the bar was dimly lit and no one noticed.