When the woman took the wine handed to her by Long Xiaoshan, she immediately frowned: "This is not a white beauty."
The White Lady is a white cocktail, but the glass of wine in front of me is light blue.
"Miss, this is a new product of our hotel. We are doing an event today and it is given away for free. You can try it. If it doesn't work, I will give you another cup of White Beauty." Long Xiaoshan said calmly.
The woman raised her head and saw that the bartender in front of her was wearing a hat, and she could only see half of her face.
It's strange. She has been here many times and she knows all the bartenders here. Why does it seem that there is a different person today? But this is not what she wants to consider. With her personality, she would not take it even if it was given for free.
She has become accustomed to one flavor and will not change it. This is her character.
Just when she was about to refuse, a faint fresh air floated up from the wine glass. The smell was indescribably good, and even she, who had no knowledge of wine, suddenly felt a strong desire to take a sip.
.
The words of rejection on the lips turned into a nod: "Okay, I'll try."
She put the glass of wine to her mouth and took a sip.
A tasteless liquid like white water flowed into her throat.
So bland.
She was a little disappointed at first, but then, a stream of cold air came from her abdomen and hit her head. Then, she felt like an intoxication, and many memories came to her mind. Unknowingly,
I actually cried.
She didn't know how long it took before she was freed from that intoxicating mood.
Wiping away her tears, she quickly asked the bartender in the hat: "What kind of cocktail is this? Does it have a name?"
"Name, let's call it Si Lian." The bartender said.
"Missing love, missing love."
The woman kept murmuring, and the tears that had stopped seemed to flow down again. She smiled while crying: "What a good name. Can you give me another drink?"
The bartender shook his head: "Sorry, I can only give you one drink."
"Why, I can buy it, no matter how much you say!" the woman said anxiously.
"I'm sorry, miss, I won't sell my wine for any price."
"Then what do you want?"
"My wine is only for stories. If you drink and miss me, if you can tell me a story about missing me, and tell me about a person you miss, I can give you another drink." The bartender said calmly.
The woman was silent and hesitated.
The bartender waited for a while, put away the mixing glass with some disappointment, and said: "It seems that you don't have anyone you miss. I'm sorry, I can't give you any 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 promise. 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 be let to a third person."
call--
The woman let out a deep breath.
After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke: "I can tell you that I have someone I miss, and this person is my college classmate, but I have never told him.
He was born poor, from a small mountain village in Xichuan. Originally, he and I should be from two different worlds. Although I am not someone who hates poverty and loves wealth, my family background and his are destined to be from two different worlds, and I have long been
Now that I have a fiancé, it is even more impossible to have any interaction with him.
However, love is a strange thing sometimes.
Just when you thought all this could never happen, it just walked into your heart for no reason.
I fell in love with him.
But I couldn't open this mouth.
Because I know that if I really open this mouth, I will harm him.
So I endured it, even though I knew he also liked me. I wanted to confess to me several times, but I was ruthlessly interrupted.
I tried my best to maintain the boundary between the two of us.
I even didn’t hesitate to introduce him to his girlfriend. I could see the sadness in his eyes when I introduced him to his girlfriend.
But I have to do it.
However, even though I was so heartless, he was still hurt. He was framed and imprisoned because of me. I knew clearly that it was not his fault, but I didn't even dare to see him because I was afraid of any of my A trace of nostalgia will bring him greater harm.
I had to pretend to be angry, denounce his behavior, and despise him for committing a crime.
I had to convince everyone that I hated him.
Only in this way can he save his life.
I feel guilty, miserable, and heartbroken.
I can imagine how desperate he was in prison. He endured undue pain for me, ruining his bright future and perhaps his family's hopes.
Who knows how much effort it took him to pass the MSU exam from a small rural area in Xichuan, and how much hope he placed on it.
It's all my fault, it's all my fault!
The woman said over and over again.
Tears have already flowed down into a river.
"No, this is not your fault. Drink it and everything will pass. Trust me." A familiar voice sounded in the woman's ear.
She raised her head and took the drink the bartender handed her.
She drank it all in one gulp.
The surging wine made her intoxicated again, and in a daze, she seemed to see the person she longed to see the most, the man she had longed for thousands of times in her dreams.
"Xiaoshan, is that you?"
"It's me!"
The man smiled slightly and reached out to touch her head. His warm hands were like a peaceful harbor. She rubbed her head like a cat lying in its owner's arms.
"Don't feel guilty, don't feel bad, don't suffer. Everything is not your fault. You are the one who is hurt the most. Have a good rest and wait for me. I will come and take you away in a short time. No one can The Ling family can't stop me, and the Shen family can't stop me."
The gentle words resounded in the heart of the woman.
"Really? If this is a dream, just let me dream for a little longer." The woman murmured.
"This is not a dream, Ruotong..."
…
I don't know how long it took, but Ling Ruotong suddenly opened her eyes as if she had woken up from a dream. The sounds from all around her filled 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 bar, but it was not the bartender wearing a cap, but the one from before. She quickly said: "Xiao Ding, was there a bartender wearing a cap just now?" The bartender is here.”
Xiao Ding shook his head and said, "No, Miss Ling, it's always been me here."
"It's always been you? Are you sure? I was served by a bartender wearing a hat just now, and he also gave me a cocktail called Miss Love." Ling Ruotong said quickly.
"Ms. Ling, you must have drunk too much. Where did the bartender wearing a hat come from in our bar? Our bar does not allow people to wear hats at work, and there is no cocktail called Silian on our wine list." Xiao Ding said.
Ling Ruotong felt lost, could this really be a dream...
