After sitting down, I ordered the same dishes as before, a few side dishes, and a bottle of the cheapest soju.
In fact, he was not used to coming to such a place before, but from some unknown time, he seemed to have been looking for traces of the past.
I always go to places like this alone and relive them over and over again, only to realize that I seem to have missed too much.
How many times? He couldn't remember.
All he knew was that a person found a restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and ordered a few bottles of wine. He had always had a good drinking capacity, but he still drank until he was groggy every time before he left.
And tonight, maybe because it suddenly started raining, and it was past dinner time, there were not many people in the restaurant.
Xiao Yufeng was used to finding a seat by the window. He sat there and turned his head to look at the traces of flying raindrops on the glass window.
Soon, the waiter quickly brought out the food and wine. The simple home-cooked side dishes, paired with soju, actually had a different flavor.
On a rainy day, the weather was a bit cold, so the soju served was specially warmed.
Of course, although this restaurant is small, the environment is quite good. Although there are a little fewer customers, there is still 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 an expressionless expression. It seemed that the depression in his heart was slightly relieved.
I don’t know how many cups I drank before I put down the hand holding the cup, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the side dishes.
However, at this moment, a figure suddenly sat on the opposite side.
"What a coincidence. We meet again. Let's sit together. There is no room left in the restaurant."
A slightly familiar voice came from Xiao Yufeng, who was holding the dish between his hands.
He raised his head and frowned when he saw Jiang Zixing in a wet military uniform.
However, at this time, his eyes also swept into the restaurant, and he didn't know when the restaurant was full of people.
Maybe it's because of the increasing rain outside.
After glancing at her again, he didn't say anything and just continued eating and drinking.
Jiang Zixing, who had just returned from the military area, straightened out his wet military uniform and then looked up at the man sitting opposite.
For some reason, every time she met him, she seemed to see him with this inexplicable...sad and gloomy expression.
"Sir, this is the third time we've met, and I haven't asked you your last name yet?"
Until a long time, there was still no sound from the other side.
Jiang Zixing couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but she didn't ask any more questions. At this time, the waiter brought the food she ordered.
It's similar to his, with a few side dishes and a bottle of soju.
The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and the view from the glass window is also gray.
The two people met unexpectedly in the restaurant, but never exchanged a word with each other. They seemed to be drinking one cup after another with some thoughts on their minds.
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However, at the same time on the mountain, the rain curtain had been drawn outside the dark pavilion.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.
Qiao Jing looked at the dark rainy night outside the pavilion and couldn't help but frown tightly.
During the heavy rain, the fireflies had long since disappeared. Fortunately, they had adapted to seeing in the dim light, so they could still be seen vaguely.