Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

After leaving the newspaper office, I didn't go home, but went directly to the bar two streets away.

In my previous life, whenever I was depressed and troubled, I would go here for a drink.Hmm... I remember the bartender seemed to be on credit for hundreds of dollars, and I got caught before I could pay him back.

But at my current age, today should be my "first time" here.

At this time, there were very few people in the bar, and this kind of place would not really become lively until after nine o'clock in the evening.For me, what I like most is the moment of tranquility before the hustle and bustle here.

"A bottle of beer." I sat at the bar and said to the bartender.The bartender was that familiar face, but unfortunately there was an indifferent expression on his face.

An opened bottle of Carlsberg was placed in front of me, and I took a sip from the bottle.After drinking the cold beer, with a slight bitter taste, the restlessness in my heart calmed down a little.

Not without hesitation in my heart, I admit that when I read that email, I did have a thought in my mind - call Brother Jiang immediately, jump to him, and I don't want to do it at all!

But once he calmed down, what was more determined in his heart was the idea of ​​continuing to persevere.

I think I've probably done this job for the rest of my life.

Drinking, staring in a daze, occasionally looking around, occasionally watching a football game on TV, and soon I finished three bottles of beer.

By the way, he sent off the two men who came to strike up a conversation.

The bartender walked up to me and put down a glass of cocktail: "Why do you drink alone and don't play with others?"

I looked up, and the face of the bartender in my sight was a little blurry, but it reminded me of the first time I met him in my previous life.

That day, a manuscript that I had worked so hard for was rejected, and my colleagues brought me here to comfort me.I was also sitting at this bar, or even at this seat, looking at this place that was very strange to me, looking at those distorted people under the dim light.

My colleague went to the bathroom, and I sat silently by myself, feeling quite uncomfortable.Then, a glass of ice blue cocktail appeared in my line of sight, I looked up and saw a young and handsome face.

"Aren't you happy?" The bartender gave me a big smile. His demeanor was clean and clear, and there was sunshine in his smile: "This wine is called after the rain. I think it might be suitable for you now."

In our lives, we often meet such friends. You don’t usually contact him, and you may not send text messages to each other to greet each other during the Spring Festival, but at certain times and occasions, he is always by your side, whether it is body, or heart.

This bartender is just such a friend.

My eyes were suddenly a little wet, and I quickly smiled at the bartender: "Thank you, my name is Truth."

"Truth?" the bartender said again: "Interesting name, my name is Adam, nice to meet you."

"Me too." I looked at him seriously, this kind of reunion with an old friend is really... full of emotion.

Adam pushed the wine glass towards me: "After the rain, it's just for you. I guess you're in a bad mood."

"That's right," I admitted frankly, and I had nothing to hide in front of Adam: "In matters of work, ideals and reality are always far apart."

"God is always willing to give us frustration, so that we don't lose ourselves in our complacency." The bartender said while tossing two mixing glasses: "The thicker the skin, the thicker the nerves, sooner or later you will be invulnerable. of magic."

The exact same words made me forget what I heard in my previous life, but now I can't help but laugh.Yes, at least I can still see you, Wang Jiawen, already my greatest luck.

I drank a little too much, and my steps were a little frivolous. I staggered to the door of the bar while leaning on the wall, intending to flag down the car and go home.

Maybe the taxi drivers were unwilling to pick up drunks, but two empty cars in a row passed in front of me.

In the middle of the night, there were few cars, and I was weakly holding on to the telephone pole. After looking around the side of the road for a long time, I saw another taxi with empty lights coming towards me.Uh... there is no way, in order to stop it, I have to use a unique trick...

I saw the right moment, rushed straight to the middle of the road and stopped, opened my hands, and stopped in front of the taxi.Hey, isn't he handsome? Doesn't he have the momentum of "one man guards the gate, ten thousand men don't open it"?

The surrounding lights turned into a blinding halo, and the sound of the horn became longer and longer. I watched the car approach quickly without slowing down.Hmph, head-to-head, no one is afraid of anyone!I stood upright, determined not to give in, and to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum.

Finally, the taxi gave way, and the driver slammed on the brakes and stopped less than [-] centimeters in front of me.

Oh also, won!

I happily walked towards the car, my steps were still a little staggering, so I simply jumped to the side of the passenger seat and knocked on the door.

"It's you, Comrade Reporter? Why are you so daring, you even risked your life!" The window was lowered, and the driver inside was trying to poke his head over the partition. It was kind of funny... Eh, It seems to be a little familiar.

"You don't remember me? Two days ago you..."

I opened the car door and sat in. When I sat down, my brain suddenly became dizzy and I fell straight on the seat.He didn't hear what the driver said, so he turned around and smiled at him.

"Looks like I'm drunk..." I heard this sentence clearly, and immediately retorted: "No, I'm not drunk, I'm sober, you send me home, my family lives in..."

Mr. Driver reported a string of addresses first, and I froze for a while, trying to concentrate on looking at his face.

Hey, it's true that we meet everywhere in life, isn't this the driver who drove me home from the police station two days ago!

You see, I'm really not drunk. How can a drunk person remember so clearly?

The car window was wide open, and the car was driving very fast. The night wind hit my face straight. I shivered, and the heat in my head slowly subsided.

God what did I do?

Standing in the middle of the road, hailing a taxi with flesh and blood... Is this me?

If I hadn’t met this Mr. Driver today, maybe I would have been admitted to the hospital, and maybe I would have gone to see Hades—this time I would never go back to the me I was two years ago!

Relieved, I leaned back in my seat and then thought of a more important problem: I only had a few coins left in my wallet after what appeared to be a bar bill.