Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

After sitting down, I ordered the same dishes as before, a few side dishes, and a bottle of the cheapest shochu.

In fact, he was very unaccustomed to coming to such a place before, but since no one knows when, he seems to have been looking for traces of the past.

Alone, I always go to such a place, revisiting it over and over again, only to find that I seem to have missed too much.

How many times?He no longer remembers.

All he knew was that he found a restaurant by himself, ordered a few dishes, and ordered a few bottles of wine. He has always had a good capacity for alcohol, but he still refuses to leave every time until he gets so dizzy from drinking.

And tonight, probably because of the sudden rain, it was past dinner time, and there were not many people in the restaurant.

Xiao Yufeng is just used to finding a seat by the window, sitting there, and quietly watching the traces of the flying raindrops falling on the glass window while turning his head sideways.

Soon, the waiter brought out the food and wine very neatly. The simple home-cooked side dishes, paired with shochu, actually have a different flavor.

On a rainy day, the weather is a bit cold, and the shochu served was deliberately warmed.

Of course, the restaurant is small, but the environment is pretty good. Although there are a little fewer customers, there is still a soft music playing in the restaurant, and the lighting style is relatively dim and warm.

Xiao Yufeng poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp with a blank expression on his face. It seemed that the suppressed depression in his heart was only slightly relieved.

I don't know how many cups I have eaten, so I put down the hand holding the cup, picked up the chopsticks, and ate with the side dishes.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly sat on the opposite side.

"What a coincidence, we met again, let's sit together, there are no seats in the restaurant."

A slightly familiar voice came, and Xiao Yufeng gave a hand that was holding the dish.

He raised his head and frowned when he saw Jiang Zixing in a wet military uniform.

However, at this time, his gaze also swept into the restaurant, and he didn't know when the restaurant was already full of people.

Maybe it's because of the increasing rain outside.

After glancing at her again, he didn't say anything, just continued eating and drinking like this.

Jiang Zixing, who had just returned from the military area, tidied up his wet military uniform before looking up at the man sitting across from him.

For some reason, every time she met him, she seemed to see his inexplicable... sad and gloomy expression.

"Sir, it's the third time we've met, and I haven't asked your last name yet?"

For a long time, there was still no sound from the other side.

Jiang Zixing couldn't help being a little depressed, but he didn't ask any more questions. At this time, the waiter brought her food.

Similar to his, a few side dishes and a bottle of soju.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and it was gray when looking from the glass window.

The two people who met by accident in the restaurant never exchanged a word, and seemed to be drinking glasses of wine with some thoughts on their minds.

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However, at the same time, on the mountain, outside the pitch-black pavilion, the rain curtain had been pulled down.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of stopping at all.

Looking at the dark rainy night outside the pavilion, Qiao Jing couldn't help frowning tightly.

After the heavy rain, the fireflies have long since disappeared. Fortunately, they have adapted to the sight in the dark, so they can still be seen vaguely.