Conan's I'm Really Not Red Fang

Chapter 33 The Ordinary Bartender
Nakamichi Junpei is an ordinary person, and he works as a common bartender in this small bar every day. What is commendable may only be that he has worked here for a long time and has become more and more mature under the erosion of time. Skilled and exquisite workmanship.

He has a hobby that he likes to look at those good-looking people, but he just admires them, but sometimes he also thinks that one day he will have a beautiful girlfriend, she will be a beautiful and gentle person, a versatile and perfect partner .

—He often has this kind of daydream.

Today is also an ordinary day.

After accepting the wine glass left by the guest just now, he took a rag and wiped it on the table carelessly. Junpei Nakamichi wondered if it was time for him to change his career?

This line of work has not been long, and it is rare for him to be able to do it now.Although he doesn't have any family to support, he can't wait until he is resigned before looking for another family.

"Zhongdao, are you really ready to resign?" The colleague who has been with him for more than half a year asked again, this is the third time he asked today.

He really couldn't believe it, Zhongdao, an old man who could stay in this bar for six or seven years, would leave as soon as he said it, which is too decisive...

Nakamichi Junpei shook his head helplessly, "Although I'm reluctant, I can't keep doing this job, and you should be very clear about this."

Of course the colleague knew it well, he sighed and stopped mentioning it. In fact, it was almost time for him to change jobs, but he hadn’t found another one yet, and he was planning to get married recently, so he couldn’t be as chic as Zhongdao.

"But Nakamichi, don't you have anyone you like?" He elbowed Nakamichi Junpei, and teased gossipingly. He hadn't seen Nakamichi looking for anything during the six months they worked together. The object is simply like a cultivator who has no desires or desires.

Nakamichi Junpei's eyes wandered for a while, as if he remembered something, but he still insisted, "No, it's hard to say something like the edge of the eye." I don't know what came to mind suddenly, he lowered his voice and told his colleagues, " I did like someone before, but it's a pity I only met that one time."

"At that time, they were traveling together, and they suddenly said that they wanted to use the table here to play a song, and they even brought their own instruments."

Thinking of that dramatic night, Nakamichi Junpei couldn't help laughing, "Can you believe it, there will be a string ensemble on our small stage one day, and a bar will be turned into a concert hall."

"Wow, why have I never heard you talk about this?" The colleague exclaimed, and then seemed to think of something, and then pushed Nakamichi Junpei again, and joked: "It's because of the person you like that you kept it a secret for so long? "

"That happened five or six years ago, and the boss and I probably still remember it now." Junpei Nakamichi stroked the end of his hair embarrassedly, put down the rag in the other hand, and carefully took it out of his pocket. Taking out a picture that was obviously well preserved, he looked at the curious eyes of his colleagues and explained, "At that time, they asked me to help them take pictures with their cameras, and after they were developed, they left three pictures for the bar. This is one of them. one."

Having said that, he couldn't help turning a little red on his cheeks, "It's also the only one in the three photos that shows her."

"I didn't expect it~ so you still have such a time~"

The colleague made a joke, and then his eyes drifted to the photo. Since it was taken in a bar, although there were a few spotlights, the background was obviously still dark.

And on the stage, as Nakamichi Junpei said before, on that small stage was not the guitar and other musical instruments that he usually sees, but what he saw was the cello and the violin, which could be seen vaguely in the corner. See elongated instruments in metallic hues.

"...It really feels like going to a concert." The corner of the mouth twitched, and the colleague couldn't help sighing, "The one you like is...?"

"is her."

Nakamichi Junpei stretched out his finger to the cello that was almost in the corner but still looked very abrupt. Behind it was a short-haired woman sitting there, her hair color blending into the surrounding background, but her face was clearly visible when she closed her eyes. Fully photographed.

"Pretty is really beautiful, but why do I feel familiar?"

The colleague turned his head in confusion, looked around at the photo, and didn't remember where this familiarity came from.

"Eh? But she probably hasn't been here since then, and if she comes again, she will definitely come to look for photos." Nakamichi Junpei couldn't help being surprised, he looked down at the photo in his hand, he had seen it countless times , I have already engraved the appearance of the other party into my mind, and occasionally I will think of that short time in my spare time, and think of the love that has ended before I started.

"Hey, Zhongdao, look!"

The colleague raised his head and thought for a while, his voice suddenly became louder, and he urged Nakamichi Junpei eagerly, "It's over there at the bar, look quickly, that white-haired beauty."

"Ok?"

Impatient with the other party disturbing his memory, Nakamichi Junpei slowly raised his head and looked at where his colleague was pointing.

Then, he froze in place for an instant.

Even though the other party's hair color and hairstyle have changed, from black short hair to slightly curly white mid-length hair, his temperament has also changed from the previous mildness to indifference, only the face is still the same face, but it seems to be different.

It's not a big difference, but a subtle change in various aspects. My colleagues can recognize her probably because only her face is clearly shown in the photo. Anyone who has actually seen her would not have said it The guest in front of her must be her back then.

Nakamichi Junpei waved his hand and said to his colleague, "It's just a bit similar, but it's obviously not the same person. You're saying that because you haven't met her before."

"Eh? Is that so?"

The colleague asked suspiciously, but Zhongdao Jun's level of certainty reassured him. The question, a person who has liked for so many years thinks it is not her, maybe it is really because he has never seen a real person, right?

He shrugged, just at this time a guest called him, so he didn't have time to say anything, he just patted Nakamichi Junpei on the shoulder and left.

"It must be so."

After his colleagues left, Nakamichi Junpei muttered to himself to answer his last question,

Looking at the snow-colored figure not far away, he silently exerted force on his fingers, completely oblivious to the first wrinkles appearing in the photos he had cherished for many years.

How could the goddess he fell in love with at first sight look like this? !

His goddess should be the one who smiles gently and treats everyone equally. Although she doesn't talk much, she can always create the most suitable atmosphere for her companions.

Nakamichi Junpei took a last look at the photos he had treasured for many years. The appearance of his girlfriend in his dream became blurred in vain. He walked up to put the photo on the bar counter silently, and then looked straight at it like a bartender passing by casually. He walked quickly to the next table that needed his customers.

It was just an ordinary person having an extraordinary dream.

Only now, the dream woke up.
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Analyze and read the author's words~

　I hope you can understand what I mean (distressed)
　　Zhongdao is a person who likes the heroine only once he has seen her, and under the scouring of time, the image of the heroine is constantly perfected by him, and now when he sees a heroine that is completely different from what he imagined, he She woke up in an instant, recognized her but dared not admit it, and kept deceiving herself that it wasn't her.

　　But the last action showed that he let go of his delusions and no longer recognized the other party as his girlfriend in his dreams.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)