The first time she met him was at the tavern called "Jiujiu" deep in the alley.
Wearing a white turtleneck sweater, he lowered his head to wipe the glass, his fingertips stained with the dark red color of cherry wine.
"What's the name of this wine?" She asked
He raised his eyes and said in a very soft voice: "Bitter-sweet core"
Later, she came often, and he always mixed the same glass of wine for her. The cherries were soaked in the strong liquor, so sweet that they became bitter. There were a few unpitted cherry seeds at the bottom of the glass.
But in the spring of the third year, she began to faint frequently. On the day when the inspection report came out, she was unusually calm. She just put the unfinished cherry wine into his hand and said: "This year you come to the bar, remember, don't put too much sugar..."
He took her to see a doctor like crazy, but there is no miracle for ALS. Her fingers became stiffer and stiffer day by day, and finally she couldn't even hold a wine glass.
One late night, she leaned in his arms and whispered: "Open a bottle of wine, now."
The wine was bitter and she could no longer taste it, but she still smiled and said, "It's so sweet."
Seven years after she left, he finally opened the bottle of cherry wine and choked with tears at the first sip. She had lied to him.
He didn't put a single sugar in the wine that year.
Concept: It turns out that cherry wine is bitter