When the woman took the wine handed to her by Long Xiaoshan, she immediately frowned: "This is not a white beauty."
The white beauty is a white cocktail, but the glass of wine in front of her is a light blue color.
"Miss, this is a new product from our hotel. Today, the event is free. You can try it. If it doesn't work, I'll change you a cup of white beauties." Long Xiaoshan said calmly.
The woman looked up and saw the bartender in front of her with a hat, and could only see half of her face clearly.
Strangely, she has been here many times, and she knows the bartender here. Why does it seem like she has changed her own person today? But this is not what she has to consider. With her personality, she wouldn't want to give it to her for free.
She has become accustomed to a taste and will not change it. This is her personality.
Just as she was about to refuse, a faint breath floated up from the wine glass. This smell was indescribable. Even someone who had no knowledge of wine suddenly felt a strong feeling of wanting to taste it.
.
The words of rejection that came to his mouth also turned into nodding: "Okay, I'll give it a try."
She put the glass of wine to her mouth and took a sip.
The smellless liquid flowed into her throat as if it were white water.
Very light.
She was a little disappointed, but then, a cold air flow came from her abdomen and reached her head. Then, she felt like she was intoxicated, and many memories surged into her heart, unconsciously,
He actually cried.
I don’t know how long it took to free herself from that intoxicating emotion.
After wiping her tears, she hurriedly asked the bartender with a hat: "What kind of cocktail is this? Does it have a name?"
"The name is Si Lian." said the bartender.
"Love, love."
The woman kept murmuring, and the tears that had already stopped seemed to flow down again. She cried and said with a smile: "Where is a good name, can you give me another cup?"
The bartender shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can only give you one."
"Why, I can buy it, you said, it's okay to make as much money!" the woman said anxiously.
"Sorry, Miss, I don't sell my wine for no amount of money."
"Then what do you want?"
"My wine is only changed to stories. If you drink love, you can tell me a story about love and tell me a person you love, I can give you another glass." The bartender said calmly.
The woman was silent and hesitant.
The bartender waited for a while, put away the cockpit glass in disappointment, and said, "It seems that you don't have someone you miss. Sorry, I can't give you my wine."
"No, wait."
The woman looked at the cup in the bartender's hand and seemed to have made up her mind and said, "I have it, but you have to guarantee that I told you that you must not tell the third person."
The bartender said calmly: "Okay, I can swear that any word you tell me will be rotten in my heart and will not let the third person know."
call--
The woman breathed a deep breath.
After a moment of silence, she slowly said: "I can tell you that I have a person I miss, who is my college classmate, but I have never told him.
He was born in a poor family and came from a small mountain village in Xichuan. Originally, he and I should be from two worlds. Although I am not a person who despises the poor and loves the rich, my family background and he are destined to be from two worlds, and I have long since.
With a fiancé, it is even more impossible to have any intersection with him.
But love is sometimes wonderful.
When you think all this will never happen, it just enters your heart for no reason.
I fell in love with him.
But I can't speak this.
Because I know that if I really opened this mouth, it would be a harm to him.
So I forced myself to do it, even though I knew he liked me, and I tried to confess my love to me several times, but I was ruthlessly interrupted.
I tried my best to maintain the boundary between the two.
Even though I was willing to introduce my girlfriend to him, I could see the sadness in his eyes when I introduced him to him.
But I had to do that.
However, even though I was so heartless, he was still hurt. Because of my reasons, he was framed and went to jail. I knew it was not his fault, but I didn't even dare to see him because I was afraid of anything I had. A little nostalgia will bring him greater harm.
I must pretend to be angry, denounce his actions, despise him for committing his sins.
I have to make everyone believe that I hate him deeply.
This will save his life.
I feel guilty, painful, and heartache.
I can imagine how desperate he was in prison. He endured the pain he shouldn't have to bear for me, ruined his bright future, and perhaps ruined the hope of his family.
Who knows how much effort it took to get Shuimu from a small rural village in Xichuan and how much hope it would be?
This is all my fault, it is all my fault!
The woman said over and over again.
Tears have already poured into a river.
"No, it's not your fault. Drink it and everything will pass, believe me." A familiar voice rang in the woman's ears.
She looked up and took the wine handed to her by the bartender.
She drank it all in one sip.
The surging wine made her intoxicated again. In a trance, she seemed to see the person she longed for the most, the man she had missed in her dream thousands of times.
"Xiaoshan, is it you?"
"It's me!"
The man smiled slightly, reached out and touched her head. Her warm big hand, like a quiet harbor, rubbed her head like a cat lying in her owner's arms.
"Don't feel guilty, don't feel sad, don't suffer, everything is not your fault, you are the one who has been hurt the most, rest well, wait for me, it won't take long, I will take you away, no one can To stop me, the Ling family cannot, and the Shen family cannot."
Gentle words sounded in the woman's heart.
"Really? If this is a dream, let me do it for a longer time." The woman murmured.
"This is not a dream, Ruotong..."
...
I don’t know how long it took, Ling Ruotong suddenly opened her eyes as if she was awakened from a dream. The sounds around her rushed into her ears. She rubbed her eyes and found that she was still sitting at the bar.
She looked forward and found a bartender standing behind the bartender, but it was not the bartender with a baseball cap, but the one she used to say: "Xiao Ding, did you wear a baseball cap just now? The bartender is here.”
Xiao Ding shook his head and said, "No, Miss Ling, it's me all the time."
"It's you all the time? Are you sure, I was just a bartender who was in a hat, and he even gave me a cocktail called "Si Lian." Ling Ruotong said hurriedly.
"Miss Ling, you must have been drinking too much. Where did the bartenders with hats come from in our bar? We do not allow people with hats to go to work, and there is no cocktail called "Si Lian on our wine list." Xiao Ding said.
Ling Ruotong felt lost. Could it be that all this is really a dream...