The bartender suddenly stopped, looked at Zhang Ke meaningfully, and said softly: "I'm very happy that you can think of me like this instead of treating me as an ordinary bartender."
"Although I don't know what you mean by my betrayal of the Shanghai Flower Bar, you are willing to wait for me in this place, and you even prepared drinks and games for me in a subtle way. It must not have been because of others.
It’s an instigation, but a voluntary act.”
Zhang Ke wanted to reach out and grab the other person, but saw that the bartender seemed a little surprised, and avoided it as if he was shy. He also turned his face away and said in a somewhat vain voice:
"You'd better not think too much of me. Although we are old acquaintances, what I do now is the most benevolent and righteous. I will not do anything that crosses the line again."
"You - why do I feel like you want to avoid me now?" Zhang Ke suddenly felt a strange impulse in his heart. Although he knew it was rude, he still stepped forward and wanted to tear it off.
A mask that covers the other person’s cheeks.
"Hey, what are you doing!" The bartender realized Zhang Ke's actions and suddenly seemed a little anxious. He completely lost the calmness and mystery he had when he was trying to make a fool of himself. He hurriedly tried to escape, but unexpectedly Zhang Ke was faster and had already taken the lead.
Arrive in front of me.
Although the bartender finally reluctantly held down the mask with his hand, lowered his body slightly, and brushed his head across Zhang Ke's hand, preventing him from taking off the layer of disguise that covered his face, he did not expect that his
The headscarf was pulled off by Zhang Ke.
"You...you are a woman?"
As the turban fell off, the ponytail that had been tied together under the red turban fell down like a brown waterfall. It looked very shiny and smooth, and it was obvious that it had been carefully maintained.
Although most of the other person's face could not be seen clearly due to the mask, Zhang Ke couldn't help but guess that the bright eyes and beautiful hair were hidden under the mask.
It must also be a beautiful and charming face.
Especially this brown ponytail - how should I put it, it feels inexplicably familiar? It feels like I have seen it somewhere before, maybe it comes from the memory of the past, right?
For Zhang Ke, who had almost forgotten everything about the past and couldn't even remember his own name, even such a small impression was enough to make him a little excited.
There is no doubt that the female bartender in front of me not only knows him, but is also a very close acquaintance, which is why she can leave such a slight impression like snow marks in my memory that is almost down.
"Can't it be a female? Who has stipulated that the bartender must be a male?" The other party blushed a little, but said with some annoyance, "You are too rude, how can you just pull other people's clothes?
?”
No wonder, Zhang Ke felt that the bartender's voice was a bit too shrill before. Although it might be because he was too young and the voice change had not yet been completed - but since the other party was a woman, the neutral voice was very
Normal.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean it. I just wanted to see how you look. Maybe it can awaken my dormant memory." Zhang Ke hurriedly explained, "If we were friends before, let me know your appearance.
, it doesn’t matter, right?”
"I'm sorry, we don't have a friendly and simple relationship like 'friends'."
It seemed that he was still a little angry because his turban was pulled off by Zhang Kela. Compared with the calm and polite tone before, the bartender's tone now seemed more real and emotional:
"Today's contact has gone too far. Let's call it a day. If you force me to reveal my face, be prepared to bear the consequences - just let it go."
At this moment, the subway stopped at the station, and the door slowly opened, but strangely no one walked in. The passengers waiting outside the car all avoided the car as if spontaneously and subconsciously, and all went around.
Go to the front or rear door to enter the car.
The bartender also took large and small packages and walked towards the door. Zhang Ke wanted to stop her, but Yuan Mengmeng grabbed her and shook her head in fear, signaling him not to go out.
"That's right." The bartender stepped over the car door with his left foot, but seemed to hesitate for a moment, then turned back, glanced at Zhang Ke, and said softly:
"Even if this is my personal advice, I still want to give you a reminder."
"Please tell me." Zhang Ke replied with a smile, "I know you won't leave like this."
"Hmph - I got carried away." The bartender snorted a little angrily, and then said in a very serious tone: "You must have been in a reincarnation fight before, and you should also know about the time-travelers.
"
"That's right, although it was only ten minutes ago." Zhang Ke nodded. He didn't ask how the other party knew about this, because it was a waste of time - since she could prepare one in this carriage in advance
By moving the bar, you can naturally observe or even predict your whereabouts.
"What I want to tell you is that reincarnation death fighting is not a phenomenon that has existed for a long time. It is only a product of these reincarnations recently, and its origin probably lies with you."
"Huh?? What's going on? What does it have to do with me???" Zhang Ke suddenly had difficulty understanding what the other party said.
"You must be wondering why you don't have a Rorschach ruler like other time-travelers, right?" the bartender said, "Because, as the first one..."
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly heard a rapid siren sounding from the subway door, as if the train was about to close and leave. At the same time, several subway security personnel rushed towards her.
"What's the first one? Tell me -"
But this time, before the bartender could remember to answer, he was snatched away by the security guard who rushed over. At the same time, the automatic door was quickly and firmly closed. Although the bartender outside the door tried to say something, he was thickly restrained.
The car door blocked her voice, and the continuous looping announcements on the radio completely drowned out her voice.
It was as if someone was deliberately preventing him from knowing the truth. Passengers were clearly getting on the bus one after another, but in an instant, a door-closing alarm suddenly appeared, and even the security guard rushed over like he was catching a thief, not even asking the other person to finish his sentence.
Not even giving him a few seconds.
I don’t know when or what kind of opportunity I will meet her again. After all, judging from the mysterious way she appeared and the way she was almost forcibly taken away when she left, it is obvious that she cannot easily find and contact her on her own initiative.