In the former Tianzi Room No. 1, there is a place that people familiar with the Forest Bar are quite praised.

That is the light red curtain hanging in Room No. 1, which is very tacky when rolling gold edges, but as long as you have carefully looked at the curtains, you won't say that.

Because there is a picture of a woman's morning comb embroidered by Amu himself on the curtains.

It is probably a scene depicting a woman in the story, probably in the mountains and fields, washing up by the stream in the early morning.

The embroidery is very skilled, so I will not mention it. I describe the composition. It really shows the expression of a young woman who was washing by the stream in the early morning, looking at her shy and satisfied appearance after washing, and she is vivid.

Of course, this is just said to have been embroidered by Amu himself, but it has not been recognized by Amu himself.

Everyone, including when I asked, Amu would bring the topic without a trace.

Now, where is the "famous" curtain on the window of Room 1 in Tianzi? However, the windows are nailed tightly. The crossed wooden strips should not be too obvious, telling people that the room has been completely closed.

I didn't look at Amu, Sangsang had already floated to the back of me like a butterfly, and went to greet the "guest".

Is it a "guest" or my "deadly man"? I smiled a little coldly, but a trace of indescribable sadness flowed in my heart. Is it really smart? If you know the current affairs, you might be more suitable for Amu, who is hidden in the hidden room?

Thinking of this, I looked at Amu. She knew that I was looking at the room just now, but she just gently tied up her long hair that was casually dispersed and tied it up.

Then after walking towards the bar, I wasn't busy, I was just searching for something.

She didn't respond to me.

I took out a cigarette from my pocket, held it in my mouth and found the light that had been rubbed in my hand. With a crisp "ding" sound, I lit the cigarette.

The lighter in my hand is the only "old thing" on me now. I have used Zippo for 4 years and have accompanied me through death and escaping from death. Before the process of escaping to the present, I was almost out of gas, so I never wanted to use it.

Old items can soothe the sad heart, but now I wish I could use up all the oil in the lighter.

The old friend in front of you is no longer there, how can you comfort the silent old thing that remains?

The smoke rose, and I don’t know if it was Sangsang or the so-called guest. At this time, I turned on the old vinyl record player in the bar. After the friction sound of the ancient "Guji Guji" record, a song came with a "sonoccer" rhythm.

The sound of the pipa was as tight as the sound of the pipa, as if it was jumping into my heart, and it also brought the endless desolation of the world, the end of the hero

It turned out to be an ancient Chinese song "Ambushes on Ten Sealed".

Should I say that Amu is a wonderful person? Or Sangsang is a wonderful person? At this time, the guessing person was prepared an old record, which is not a fun thing.

If you just know the current affairs, that's nothing. At worst, my friends will remember them forever in my heart. But if it's other terrible guesses, I think it will become a thorn in my heart, which will hurt me from time to time and even make me confused.

I took a deep breath of smoke. In the smoke, today it was purple Amu, carrying a small jar of unopened wine, and put it in front of me with a "bang".

The wine jar is a very manly thing, and the posture Amu held before was a bit generous, and he looked like a female hero in the world when he let go.

What’s amazing about her is that any aura is not inconsistent with her.

With a "bang", Amu opened the mud of the jar, and didn't know where to get an open stoneware bowl, and then slowly poured out the wine from the jar.

"I remember when Jing Ke assassinated Qin Feng Xiaoxiao Xi Yi Shuihan, Prince Dan gave me a glass of water and wine to see him off. Maybe this water and wine could not match the cold wind that day, but it could also bring a hint of warmth to my heart, right?" Amu poured the wine and said to me softly.

I looked at the stoneware bowl and just said, "This is desolate enough, right? But what does this jar of wine have to do with that wine?"

"At that time, it was the Warring States Period, how could the winemaking technology be that good? Even if a person like Prince Dan was able to take it, it was only rice wine. My jar of wine was brewed according to the ancient method. I improved it a little, removed some sourness and added some wine flavor. I sealed it a few years ago. Now I think about it, I plan to use it when eating crabs this autumn, and I took out the desolation for you." Amu looked at me and smiled.

In the wine bowl, the yellow wine slurry is pure and swaying slightly, but it seems to have a little stickyness. It's a bit old, probably not a few years ago.

I reached out to serve this bowl of wine. The sonorous and desolate tunes still echoed in my ears. There was a hint of unyielding in the song. It was so wonderful!

But Amu blocked my hand, picked up a small glass cup, and took out a bottle of white wine without any marks from under the counter, smiling faintly: "It is also the qua wine I brewed by myself, the degree is too high. The portion of Jing Ke's assassination of Qin is just desolate, and it is still a little different from your situation, and this is what I think."

She poured Qujiu into the tiny glass neck, then gently put it on, and with a "clang" touch, it fell into the stone pottery bowl.

For a moment, before Qujiu and Baijiu could be combined, Amu looked at me, holding his cheek with his hands, and said boredly: "After all, did you taste the taste of this rice wine in the end, or was it just the taste of Qujiu? It's really curious. Wait for you to tell me."

Haha, the Qujiu surrounded by a circle of yellow wine? It’s really interesting, ambushed from all sides!

I reached out to hold the bowl of wine, put it on my lips, looked at Amu, and asked, "Do you hope I will remember the taste of your rice wine or the taste of Qu wine in the end?"

"I'm just the bar owner, not to influence the taste of the guests." Amu smiled, as if he was a little tired, and Shi Shiran walked out of the counter and walked towards the room behind the counter. It was her and Sangsang's room. No one had ever been in, at least I had never heard of it.

Sangsang's flamboyant laughter came from behind me, as if he was having a great time chatting with the guest.

Amu greeted lazyly: "Sangsang, come in after the customer orders something. I have a snack here, and you need to take action."

At this time, I carried that bowl of "Ambushes on Ten" and drank the rice wine with my heart that never returned. It was a few years ago. The mouth was sticky, soft and sweet, and exploded with the stimulation of the syrup version, and then I could feel mellow.

As Amu said, there is no sour taste, but it tastes like this, which overwhelms the qujiu.

My heart was very cold. Is this the ending for Amu to be sure of me? But I didn’t want the wine to enter my stomach. A hot and hot burst burst, rushing straight upward, rushing through my throat, and rushing straight into my mouth. I let out a long breath, full of the smell of Qujiu and my whole body fell into more confusion. This is the taste of Qujiu and the final explosion.

What does Amu mean?

With a 'sharp' sound, the song with ambush on all sides reached its climax, but I turned my head suddenly and found that Sangsang's face was less than one centimeter away from me.

She licked her lips at me, and suddenly her fingers curled across my face, saying, "Tsk tsk, you feel less like that silly girl from Hai Nian. I don't even want to stick out my tongue to lick it."

Her appearance is undoubtedly beautiful, and it’s a pity that she seems to be only interested in girls. Doesn’t it feel good if she doesn’t dislike me?

She giggled, I put down the wine bowl and she left

I was ambushed on the side and said tightly. I let out a long sigh again, biting the cigarette butt, and finally took two puffs of cigarettes. I took out my cell phone from my top pocket, took out a lighter from my trouser pocket, and placed it neatly on the counter.

Then the whole body turned around with force.

So far, there was only one customer in the entire bar. That was the person I had to face, just like in the ambush on all sides. In fact, what Xiang Yu had to face was Liu Bang in the end, and the others were just some passers-by A, B, C and D!

So is this person the last Xiang Yu in this incident?

My eyes widened, my whole heart exploded, and then it was glued back together, and exploded again until it turned into a pile of blood mist, but it could not express my heartache fully.

But what is heartache?

Isn't the man behind me very ordinary?

Wearing a black T-shirt, I guess I bought something and gave it to you because there is an advertisement for some kind of drink on it.

The jeans are also a little dirty, and they don’t care about the style, the most common style.

Looking at the patterns on it, I have been wearing it for some years!

He is not handsome, but he is very masculine. His face is clearly angular, and the strangest is only those eyes, long and narrow, and when he squints, it makes people feel scared.

He was drinking beer in big mouthfuls and looking at me.

But I was so heartbroken that I couldn't even breathe, so I could only hammer myself in the chest twice!

Why do I feel heartbroken? It’s obviously very ordinary, isn’t it? But isn’t the ordinary person I’m familiar with?
Chapter completed!