On a rainy night in the city, the neon lights shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting a blurred halo on the walls of the expensive crystal cups in the "Drunken Life and Dreams of Death" bar. The heavy bass drum beats against the eardrums, and the air is filled with the luxurious smell of top perfume and alcohol.
Behind the bar, Zhu Xiaodong shook a few strands of flaxen hair highlighted in front of his forehead, and pushed a cocktail with a strange blue-purple color in front of his friends amid cheers and cheers. "Have a try, buddy's latest masterpiece, 'Future Dream'!" He shook the cocktail shaker proudly, and the sound of the ice cubes hitting was clear and sweet. As the owner and chief bartender of this bar, and a second-generation rich man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Zhu Xiaodong has long been accustomed to this kind of scene where stars support the moon.
After a few glasses of "Future Dream", the specially prepared high-alcohol alcohol began to ferment, and the world spun and jumped in his eyes. The smiling faces of my friends became blurred, and the music seemed to come from a distant place. He only felt hot all over, and the alcohol was so hot that he just wanted to find a place to enjoy the cold air.
"I'm going to get some air!" Zhu Xiaodong's tongue was a little knotted. He waved away his friend's supporting hand, staggered open the back door and walked towards the fire stairs.
