At midnight, in the noisy bar, strangers take off their well-dressed disguises during the day and vent their emotions to the fullest, smelling of worldliness, money and alcohol. . . The smell of corruption is rushing here.
The presumptuousness of men and the coquettish moans of women made him irritable. He tugged on his tie uneasily, and out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at a beautiful figure in front of the bar.
Nowadays, young ladies dress like college students, and college students dress like young ladies. With a cynical smile on his lips, he walked over and knocked on the table, "Sister, would you like a drink?"
When that face turned around, he was still startled. The face is as clear and beautiful as the back, and there is no trace of powder on it. The large, innocent eyes under the fluttering eyelashes are bright and reveal a touch of sadness. . . . . He even doubted whether she was 18 years old.
"... Okay." After a slight pause, she nodded lightly and ordered a glass of tequila.
"You are suitable for this." He smiled and helped her change into a glass of Angel Kiss. "Why are you here alone?"
"I'm waiting for someone..."
"Who are you waiting for?"
"I don't know..." She lowered her head, "Maybe I'm just waiting for someone to listen to a story, to be able to listen to me tell a story quietly... A story about love and the past..."