[Bottle Evil] Fantastic Leman

Nausea.

I lowered my head to hide my emotions as much as possible, took the space in the silence and said, "Bloody Mary is very suitable for women. It seems that Ms. Huo also has some research on cocktails."

"Research doesn't count, it's just that this 'non-drinking tomato juice' is more suitable for me. I don't like the feeling of being drunk."

"It's really not a good feeling." I raised my head, looked at Huo Ling, tapped my fingers on the glass tabletop in time, "The legend of Bloody Mary is also very interesting."

"What kind of legend is it?"

I met Huo Ling's shallow smile, and I didn't intend to show off. I leaned back on the rattan chair and organized my words, "About Mary I, thanks to her, Bloody Mary has also become a synonym for witch in English. Not a sad story? Religious wars are usually accompanied by a lot of ridiculous stories."

"I thought it was those Western horror stories." Huo Ling chuckled when she heard some jokes from me. Although she was talking to me, her attention was always on Poker Bottle, which made me a little confused. You should be angry or laugh.

Dare I be less attractive than that mouthless bottle?

I raised my eyebrows and suppressed the dissatisfaction in my heart, "After all, I am also a good young man in the 21st century, and such unrealistic legends are just for entertainment."

"I can't see it, Wu Xie, you're quite talkative."

"Uh, is that so..." I was stunned for a moment, awakened by Huo Ling's words, and decided to think about how deeply I was poisoned by the fat man.

When I lowered my eyes, I heard a very light cough coming from the opposite side. I raised my head and looked in that direction, and as expected, I saw Poker Ping's indifferent and expressionless appearance.

Are the facial muscles of this person rubber bands?Rebound so quickly?You can put away your emoji as soon as you finish laughing, are you kidding me?

I looked at Poker Bottle and looked over, although there was no wave, but I always felt a bit innocent. I suppressed the dissatisfaction in my heart, turned my head and smiled at Huo Ling, and stood up.

"Miss Huo and brother have something to say, I'll go to the bar and sit for a while, and you can talk slowly."

As he spoke, he glanced at Poker Ping, biting the words "chat slowly", and when he saw the eyebrows with perfect lines and colors furrowed slightly, he had to admit that there was a kind of revenge in his heart pleasure.

Since it's his stuffy matter, let him explain it himself.

-------Zhang Qi Ling

The loud environment is very unpleasant, the colored lights flickering to create a dizzy environment, and the dark decor has a modern decay.

Seats on the small platform on the second floor can easily overlook the crowd from a height. The heavy metal rock music and the small movements on the dance floor all reveal a kind of depravity mixed with alcohol.

Huo Ling took the drink list and looked at it very seriously. After confirming Wu Xie's choice, she turned her head to look at me, the corners of her lips raised just right, as perfect as a mask, "Qi Ling, what do you want?"

"Whiskey."

I don't think the cocktails in nightclubs are so professional, and besides Fantastic Leman after Wu Xie, I probably can't accept other people's works.

It's like having an addiction.

He took the dark golden liquid brought by the waiter, shook it gently in his hand, and looked at Wu Xie who was sitting near the fence and watching the crowd on the first floor, as if he wanted to avoid Huo Ling. general topics.

I looked away, Huo Ling's chattering voice was more annoying than the female singer's harsh singing, even the gentle voice became a bit like noise at this time, noise that exceeded the load of the human brain.

Some regretted following Wu Xie's idea and agreed to meet Huo Ling, and even more regretted letting Wu Xie choose to stay in a nightclub.

Both are irritating beings.

I lowered my head and stared at the abstract patterns on the printed carpet that didn't fit the nightclub. The retro Gothic pattern gave people a sense of spiritual oppression, but it was like poppies and made people want to stop, probably also Gothic. The reason why Chinese-style works of art once became popular.

In a sense, gothic art is a mirror that reflects the dark side of human beings, but for people without any negative emotions in their hearts, this kind of art is sometimes more disgusting than a rotten apple.

It's just that such a person probably doesn't exist.

A piece of white paper will turn dark yellow after more than ten years of blockade, not to mention a person's heart.

The purest color cannot exist forever.

He raised his head and looked at Wu Xie. Under the dim light, he couldn't see his expression at all, but his eyes were a little bit bright, which was caused by the reflection of the light on the bar in the distance. The light blue color was wrapped in a bit of coldness. soft.

Color is indeed a very magical thing. A psychologist once did an experiment to prove that different colors can give people different feelings.

The human heart is indeed something that can be easily dyed, in various senses.

Maybe I ignored it for too long, Huo Ling shifted the topic to Wu Xie, and it was precisely because of the word "Wu Xie" in her mouth that she managed to attract my attention, "Speaking of which, Wu Xie It’s the bartender. I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in this environment now.”

I frowned. Although Huo Ling hid it well, the disdain and sarcasm in her tone made me hear it very harshly.

Many people in China do not agree with the profession of a bartender, but no matter what the profession is, there is something worthy of respect.

I really don't like this class-colored theory. This is not the thought that modern humans should exist, but it has been continued.

"No, actually my major is architecture, and bartending is just a hobby." Wu Xie smiled and shook the wine glass in his hand, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, but under the dim light, it made people feel that it was him hallucinations.

This kind of smile doesn't fit Wu Xie's temperament.

If it is said that Wu Xie used to be a relationship hostile and indifferent to Huo Ling, it is certain that Huo Ling's words are enough to give Wu Xie a bad impression of herself.

"Architecture is not bad, a top student."

"Thank you."

As Wu Xie's ending was dispersed by the high-vibration music, the atmosphere fell into silence again, but this time the silence didn't last long.

"Bloody Mary is very suitable for women. It seems that Ms. Huo also has a certain research on cocktails." Wu Xie lowered her head and said calmly, but it is not difficult for those familiar with it to detect the revulsion that has not dissipated under the calm.

As for the aversion to the environment or the aversion to people, I don't really want to explore.

"Research doesn't count, it's just that this 'non-drinking tomato juice' is more suitable for me. I don't like the feeling of being drunk."

"It's really not a good feeling." Wu Xie raised his head, tapped his fingers on the glass tabletop, and said in a slow and rhythmic voice with a somewhat casual speed, "The legend of Bloody Mary is also very interesting."

"What kind of legend is it?"

"About Mary I, thanks to her, Bloody Mary has become a synonym for witch in English. Is it a sad story? Religious wars are usually accompanied by many absurd stories." The slightly raised corners of the mouth and brisk tone both It can be heard that Wu Xie is a little joking at this time, but in my opinion, it is not a complete joke.

Bloody Mary's story is indeed a sad one.Because of different religious beliefs, some people were dubbed "demons" and "witches". Because of these titles, how many people died, and the culprits for these were only because of different beliefs.Sometimes humans are even scarier than demons, so it is understandable that Mary I is called Bloody Mary.

Huo Ling was stunned for a moment when she heard Wu Xie's words, then looked towards me, then quickly moved back to Wu Xie, showing a smile, "I thought it was those Western horror stories."

"After all, I am also a good young man in the 21st century, and such unrealistic legends are just for entertainment."

"I can't see it, Wu Xie, you're quite talkative."

Wu Xie was taken aback by Huo Ling's words, and then he lowered his gaze unnaturally, "Uh, is it..."

I looked at Wu Xie's reaction a little funny, but in fact I couldn't hold back that impulse, I could only turn my head and cough lightly to ease my smile, Brick instantly met Wu Xie's somewhat dissatisfied gaze.

I looked at Wu Xie, and when the other party raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, I had a very ominous premonition in my heart.

"Miss Huo and brother have something to say, I'll go to the bar and sit for a while, and you can talk slowly."

really.

I looked at Wu Xie, met those light-colored eyes, and heard the three words "chat slowly" with a full pronunciation, and then saw the gentle man who smiled as always stood up and walked to the first floor.

I don't know why I am dissatisfied.

The Forty-seventh.

---------Wu Xie

Urban nightlife is always inseparable from alcoholic music and intoxicating flickering lights, and money and money are nothing more than that. In the end, it is just a somewhat decadent form of entertainment.

Walking across the almost human-friendly dance floor, and getting rid of a few scantily clad beauties who came over, I was thankful that it was me instead of Poker, otherwise all the female animals in this large space today would have to spend a lot of money. I've thought about it.