Chapter 630

When I spent my whole life in the bar, I didn't notice the dead man sitting in the corner. Those dark eyes like cold eyes from hell were staring at her all the time.

She just listened to Hu Xing's words and came to Ruhua bar to avoid the typhoon. By the way, she saw the old man before. He found that Xiao Qi's craftsmanship had not improved at all. The mixed wine had almost the same taste as two years ago, which made her feel like going back to the past.

The pattern of the bar is similar to that in Liuying lane. It can be seen that Xiao Qi is an old man and is unwilling to make too many changes. Of course, this is also in line with the intention of spending his life. The biggest change is the stage and lighting. The stage is much larger than before and can accommodate more people and musical instruments; The light is much darker, which is more in line with the positioning of the bar, not as bright as a hotel before.

But what she misses is not the stage and lights, nor the cocktail in her hand. What she missed was a feeling that on that noisy old street, the neighbors gathered early to talk about the current situation, watch the ball game and talk about home. The earliest bar was such a place. As the night gets darker, the old neighborhoods gradually disperse, the young people begin to increase, and the atmosphere becomes more hi, but they always keep that leisure and warmth.

After the wood came, there was a talking bird in the bar. At that time, the bar began to be lively very early, because the bird liked to brag with guests on the counter, making people laugh. Birds often order a pile of wine and ask guests to pay. He also likes to drink, but he is forbidden to drink in the bar all his life, because he gets drunk as soon as he drinks, and the drunken bird runs the train with his mouth full and can say anything. Several times, several little girls were so told by him that they almost took him to open a room.

The man always lit a cigarette and leaned against the corner or corridor column. He was so lazy that he didn't want to do anything. But when the bar is busy, he will help. He either doesn't do it. Once he does it, he is much more agile than Xiao Qi. The key is that he can handle many things that Xiaoqi can't handle. But he is still lazy. As long as Xiao Qi is busy, he will never move.

Life flower seems to return to the first day when they just came to Liuying lane. He clubbed under the willow like a wood, and the bird stopped on his head. He was probably too hungry to stand up. Lying there was like hatching an egg.

On that day, the flower of her life saw a large number of tender buds drawn out from the willow. The old tree, which has experienced fire, grafting and years of ruthlessness, has not been so green for a long time. The flower has been worried that it will die at any time all her life, but this worry has never appeared since that day.

However, at this moment, when she was still immersed in green memories, she suddenly saw a hand stretched out in the void and held the trunk of the willow. The tree that was supposed to be held by two people turned into a thin ebony stick and was pulled out. She felt a big earthquake, her head exploded, and there was a short blank, as if someone had uprooted her memory.

As soon as she loosened her hand, the glass in her hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of broken glass. Fortunately, the music in the bar was very loud and beer bottles were broken from time to time, so it didn't attract the attention of other customers. Only Xiao Qi was startled. This was the first time since he knew the landlady that a cocktail glass fell from her hand, and he had never seen such a distracted and flustered expression on her face.

The lifelong flower felt a chill, like the cold wave in Siberia. She looked at the dark corner of death and met the cold eyes that seemed to come from hell. However, she had no time to care who the man was and what relationship it had with her. At the moment, she only had the tree in her heart.

She suddenly stood up, said "I'll go back", and rushed out of the bar into the roaring wind.

The typhoon did not move to Shenzhou as expected, but made a sharp turn after entering the East China Sea and went northeast, so the wind tonight is not stronger than during the day.

Of course, at this time, she had not heard the news of the typhoon turning. She returned to the ruins of Liuying lane and hurried in the direction of her former home.

When she saw the familiar shadow of the willow in the night ahead, her tight heart strings loosened and laughed at her tension secretly. Who can pull out a tree? Even if the construction team misoperates, it will never happen on this stormy night!

However, when she walked forward for a while, the appearance of the willow tree was clearer, and she could vaguely see the drooping wicker swinging in the wind, her heart jumped up again, her whole body was stiff, and her right foot took a half step forward, and she couldn't go out again.

The willow is still that willow. Even at night, she knows the shadow of the canopy. What made her heart beat was another shadow under the tree, a figure, which could not be seen clearly in the dark night. Only from the black silhouette like image, she saw his slightly humped back and disheveled hair.

The heart of a lifetime flower is pounding wildly. Over the past three years, she has imagined such a scene countless times, but she never thought she would be so excited. She kept telling herself to calm down. Maybe it was just an illusion, just like the illusion in the bar just now.

She closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing until the rain fell and the cold on her forehead made her sure that she had completely calmed down.

The shadow was still standing there, like a piece of wood.

I'm still not too sure. She kept praying in her heart, praying to hear the once annoying voice: if - flowers, if - flowers, are you ready to croak with sauce?!

If he comes back, the broken mouth crow will cry when he sees her, even if he is too hungry to move.

However, God did not seem to hear her prayer.

It was raining a little hard. She saw the dark figure open an umbrella. Her heart was suddenly cold. She knew he never brought an umbrella because he was lazy. Even if I bring it, I won't hold an umbrella because I'm lazy.

In her lifelong memory, Aoki only held an umbrella that winter. She was replacing the rotten reed mat on the willow stem with a blanket. It was snowing. He came over with a black umbrella and pulled the board to make a rustling sound on the snow. He spread his umbrella over her head and asked her, "it's just a tree. Why be so good to it?"

She said, "even a piece of wood can feel warmth as long as it has life. I believe he knows in his heart, don't you think?"

He did not answer, but silently held an umbrella for her and accompanied her slowly in the street. The snow fell behind them, leaving two pairs of footprints on the snow.

There was no snow at the moment, and the rain in the sky fell on her face, cold.

Seeing the open black umbrella, she knew it wasn't him.

She took a deep breath, exhaled again, and then walked slowly to the umbrella bearer.

It was an old man with a hunchback. He held a extinguished pipe in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Under the umbrella was a burst of gray hair, like silver rays against the night emitted from his brain.

"Hello, I'm Mei Xu," said the old man.

"Hello, Professor, I know you," said the lifelong flower.