Brother in Japan mixed club

Standing up from the carpet in the living room, it was almost dark. 【】Get up and go to the key Emi left on the dining table.The key left by Huimei before she left. I sat down, lay on the dining table, picked up the key and listened to the song. The fragrance of Huimei still remained on the key. The little bear, dangling in front of my eyes, is very cute.When Emi put the other key of the house on the dining table, I was so moved, and now she puts her own key on the dining table, which makes me even more heartbroken.

Self-eating bitter fruit, this is the only definition I give myself.

I stayed from morning to night, during which time I didn't go out except to eat some bread left in the refrigerator. Asada called me, but I didn't answer it either.I feel like I'm going to be doomed, and this bad mood makes me have desperate thoughts like Emi's desperate eyes.

She is a lonely person. She only believed in me at first. She has been homeless since she was a child, and now she even gave up her own house to me.

I picked up the keys, dressed, and drove to 3v. I began to miss all the places we worked together. I missed her cold but serious and responsible attitude when she was in office, and the joy that came from a secret kiss.I feel more and more that I am a person who likes to nostalgia. In fact, I later found out that I am not. These are the two words that people often say "not obtained" and "lost", which are diametrically opposed but equally entangled.

Standing in front of the 3V shop, there is a hint of coolness, clear autumn.

Entering 3v, the sound wave swept over, colorful lights, smoky vision, I found my favorite seat, but fortunately it was empty, and the guy who came to Okamura Rikiya didn't like the seat I liked.The security personnel knew me, and when they saw me, they had complicated expressions, then turned around and walked upstairs, probably preparing to report to Okamura Rikiya, but I ignored it and didn't want to, I came to get drunk.After the waiter Xingcai came to me, she walked up to me and bowed to say hello, "Manager Ando, ​​you are here."

"Don't call me the store manager, I'm the driver now." I said.

"Don't say that, you are the best and most handsome store manager I have ever seen, much better than the current one." Xingcai pouted while holding the wine list.

"Is Sanji still here, go ask Sanji to make me a cocktail, 'Bloody Mary'."

"OK, just a second."

Xingcai went to talk to the bartender Sanji, and Sanji waved to me from a distant bartending cabinet, and I waved with a smile.

A glass of brightly colored cocktail was placed on the round table in front of me, I took a sip, looked at the dancers on the stage, as if I had returned to the period of the 3V store manager who was singing every night.From time to time, a few acquaintances walked past me to say hello.

A short skirt suddenly appeared beside me. The reason why I say the short skirt is because my eyesight is very low, and the lower sight is covered by the wine table. I can only see a short skirt with vertical stripes. My eyes slowly follow the short skirt Climbing up, I am familiar with this dress, a retro cardigan top with white spots on a black background, the more I looked up, the more familiar I was, and finally I was pulled up by my sight, and I stood up and asked, "Why are you here?"

"why not."

"Oh, no, I thought you went back to Korea, or something else." I smiled awkwardly, and motioned to the seat opposite, "Please sit down."

Hui Mei lifted the black satchel on her right shoulder with one hand, glanced at the seat, and sat on it with an indifferent expression.

"Want something to drink?" I asked.

"Mr. Muzhou is so enthusiastic for no reason, which makes people very uncomfortable."

"Cocktail or drink? Beer?" I asked.

Huimei ignored her, and stared at me blankly. Her makeup was a bit gaudy, thick just right. Seeing her take out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from her satchel, she took out one and lit it, put the cigarette case on the table, and smoked. He took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, exhaled it slowly, and said coldly, "Whatever you want."

"Beer?" I said.

"Okay." Emi sniffed, and said with the hand holding the cigarette, brushing the curled hair on her shoulders.

I called Xingcai over and ordered some beers.When the beer came, I poured it for Emi.

Hui Mei sat across from her, holding a cigarette in one hand and resting her chin in the other, looking around without even glancing at me.

"When did you start smoking?" I asked.

"Smoking all the time, you know I'm a bad girl," Huimei smiled, this smile was a self-deprecating smile as if mocking others, "It's just that I restrained myself a little in front of you before, but I'm still a bad girl after all." After Emi finished speaking, she took a deep breath, and exhaled towards me. The smoke was like a clamor, with the unique mint flavor of women's cigarettes.

"It looks like I don't know you well enough," I said.

"It's all the same, I thought I knew you very well," Hui Mei took a sip from her beer glass, "Unexpectedly, I knew nothing about you."

Looking at Emi in front of me was strange to me and made my heart throb.It's like injecting a completely unfamiliar soul into a very familiar person, which makes me have extraordinarily complicated feelings about the body in front of me.Huimei took out another cigarette and lit it, and after a few puffs, she put it in the ashtray on the table, hugged her chest and glanced at me, still full of expression, I couldn't be sure if she was with me.Bottles of beer were killed by Huimei and me. Apart from drinking, Huimei didn't talk much. I suddenly remembered that since the day I went to the hospital to see Mako Asada, our conversations were brief, no long sentences, compound words. There are only a few exclamatory sentences with depression and anger, and I really can't think of any in-depth communication, and now I can't say a decent word to Emi who has been thinking about it all day. With a few extremely simple interrogations, I suddenly felt that my usual glib words had gone there, and Huimei's indifferent words and deeds directly hid the conversation.When Huimei saw me, she didn't say a word of greeting, but there was another woman who was so generous that she greeted her ex-boyfriend who abandoned her warmly. She didn't curse me, and it was very good to be here with me. Drinking is simply a blessing.

"How have you been?" I asked.

Hui Mei scratched her hair, and stared at the beer mug in front of her face, "It's the same." She said it with the same facial expression, without the slightest wave.Her reply was cold enough to chill the beer in front of us.

"Oh." I replied.

Huimei listened sleepily to the slow rock music played in the bar, blues style, and glanced at me vaguely.After the song was over, Hui Mei stood up and said, "It's getting late, I should go."

"Aren't you going to stay a little longer?"

"There's no need for that." Huimei said with her bag on her side, "Goodbye." She said and walked towards the door.

"I'll see you off." I said at the railing at the door of 3v.

"This is even more unnecessary." After Huimei finished speaking, she still politely bowed to get in the car, "I wish you another good affair tonight."

I was right, I could only smile wryly, and Huimei stood far away and left.Returning to her original seat, she ordered a few more bottles of beer and spirits. Looking at the ashtray on the table, Huimei smoked no less than five or six long, slender white ladies' cigarettes during this period of time. I think it contains Huimei's feelings for me, from the tobacco leaves wrapped in cigarette paper to the ash, which was smoked by Huimei in one gulp.Once again, I had a hallucination of a dead body, the dead body of love, in front of the wrecked cigarette butt.

Fill a glass of wine and respect the night outside.

How can a drink tonight relieve your worries?

Take a break at the stand.

How can I stop after drinking the song?

The pipa missed the good time.

Pour wine,

sigh beauty,

Don't hold your breath.

Another full glass.

Don't worry about the past.

but love Qingqiu

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