BY: Maoer Yaoyao The city is not completely peaceful at night.
Psychedelic music, revealing clothes, flashing lights, crazy noises... There are always souls of all kinds walking around in the corners of the city. Everyone has their own story, triumph or frustration, comedy or tragedy, joy and anesthesia, all need the comfort of alcohol.
So bars appeared in the world.
Walking along the quiet alley to the end, there is a small bar with simple decoration and no features. The name of the store is just a dark blue "Zhui" scrawled on a small wooden sign, and then a few colorful lights are randomly placed around it as a sign. The flickering lights are like silent pupils, watching everything quietly with an expression of compassion and ridicule...