Do you know Tang Xin?

A few buddies who hadn't seen each other for a long time got together and went to a newly opened bar to sit down.

The name of this bar is very apt: self-drunk.

However, Chen Sushu hates getting drunk. Apart from uttering the truth, he utters other things for half his life, and he still has a headache the next day.

"But that bar is quite unique, at least the bartender doesn't wear shoes."

People who knew the bar laughed lowly, because they knew that the boy without shoes was also sitting in the church now, he was a fat man in his thirties.

Lin Zi lowered his head and smiled slightly. Tang Xin mentioned this bar.

Chen Sushu sat at the bar with his buddies, and a guest he didn't know sat quietly at the end reading a book.These days, other than going to hotels and not getting out of bed, it is commonplace to go to bars without drinking and go to bookstores without buying books.

Fresh songs were playing in the bar, and the topic gradually turned to fresh.

"I really didn't think her singing was so good." Chen Sushu drank the wine in the glass, and the bartender handed him another glass, "Her appearance is as bad as her singing voice, it's a waste of the ability to freshen others."

The wine glass he was reaching for was stopped by someone. He was upset and looked sideways. It was the kid who was reading.

"what?"

The bartender half-covered his mouth, apparently sniggering, as if he was watching a good show and didn't want to be beaten.

"It's okay to criticize Sala's appearance, but why do you criticize her singing voice?"

Tang Xin's expression didn't change at all and her tone was flat, but it made Chen Sushu feel very uncomfortable, maybe it was because of this flat expression.

"Why can't I criticize?"

Tang Xin smiled slightly, "Sing it and listen."

Chen Sushu was speechless for a moment, and his buddies laughed, because he is a classic tone deaf.

For some reason, Chen Sushu couldn't remember Tang Xin's expression at that time. The smile was very shallow, but he never saw it again after meeting him, and he always felt a little sad.

At that time, Tang Xin didn't seem to live in City B, even after meeting Chen Sushu, he hadn't seen him a few times.Some of the buddies who are more familiar with the self-drunk boss do not know Tang Xin, but when asked later, the boss smiled strangely and squinted, "You have to observe this. As for why he doesn't pay for his consumption, you have to ask him."

Tang Xin never paid the bill when he was drunk, and Tang Xin was even on the list of the very few guests invited by the boss for a small wedding dinner.

"When I met Tang Xin, he was 23 years old, right? Strictly speaking, he and I are not friends at all. I didn't expect him to remember me."

Chen Sushu sighed. Tang Xin was an unusually silent person. No matter how heated the atmosphere was, he was alone. He didn't laugh, get angry, or speak. People would naturally ignore his existence.Hearing from his best friend that Tang Xin knew many strange people, such as the boss of an advertising company and the doctor of a new drug laboratory.

Chen Sushu remembered that Lin Zi had said that he was a doctor on the phone, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Zi. For some reason, he always felt that Lin Zi and Tang Xin were very similar, which gave people a sad illusion.

Maybe it's just because today's scene is so unknowingly sad?

"Are you a doctor at the laboratory?" Chen Sushu asked again.

Lin Zi shook his head.

"He's only 26 years old."

Chen Sushu's words made the atmosphere of the small church, which was already slightly sad, even more melancholy, and Rusha couldn't help weeping in a low voice.

Lin Zi silently handed over the tissue again.

Tang Xin at the age of 23...

Lin Zi remembered the first time he met Tang Xin, when he was 23 years old, and Tang Xin was talented.It turns out that I have known Tang Xin for the eighth year without knowing it, but why still can't understand his heart?

That day Mo Yifu dragged Lin Zi to the hospital to see a doctor.

Mo Yifu.

We haven't been in touch for four months.

Lin Zi could not help but glance at the door of the church.

"Didn't you promise me that I would never see Tang Xin again! Now you still want to take care of him?!" Mo Yifu was furious because Lin Zi promised Tang Xin to accompany Tang Xin in his last days.

Lin Zi couldn't understand why Mo Yifu was angry, but he was very sure that if he had to take care of someone other than Tang Xin, Mo Yifu would not be angry and would help himself.

Mo Yifu, do you like Tang Xin?