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Sophomore Jin Bo was in a state of near collapse when he heard the story of Dou Kao. That feeling was something he would never forget. Some things are done out of curiosity the first time, but later they become habitual, such as Jin Bo going to the Friday Bar. As for the motivation behind the inertia, he didn't bother to think about it. When Jin Bo came to Jiujiu for the first time, he felt it was new. He had been in this city for two years, but he had never been to a bar. There are countless restaurants and teahouses in the county where he lives, but there is no bar. He has seen bars where cowboys drink, bars where showgirls dance, and bars where rock singers hang out. In his mind, bars are rough and bold, but also elegant and charming. Bars symbolize a kind of taste. He wanted to sit in the bar, ask for a glass of wine, and drink slowly. The way he drank was different from the hypocritical politeness he saw at banquets, and also different from the cheap jubilation at outdoor beer stalls. He came to September with such expectations, sat down in a quiet corner, and then he saw Cardamom. Daukou was singing a foreign song that he had never heard, but he could vaguely tell that it was about memories... She half-closed her eyes in immersion, holding the microphone like a piece of clothing to keep out the cold. Her voice was like clear water, floating in this bar with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. Jin Bo was shocked and felt a thrill all over his body. He suddenly wanted to stand up, but found that most of the people around him were sitting crookedly. At this time, someone shouted drunkenly: What bird song are you singing? I don't understand, please change! Change it! Sweet honey! As expected, the woman on the stage changed, as if there was no transition. She changed her face to a sweet expression, and sang lovingly: "Sweet honey, you smile so sweetly..." Someone in the audience cheered. Cardamom seemed to be intoxicated in the sweet atmosphere she created, swaying from side to side, like a little bird clinging to someone. Jin Bo noticed that she was wearing a metallic blue T-shirt, with colorful feathers dotted on her right breast. The collar of the T-shirt was very large, and her flat collarbone was crystal clear. A man holding a straw green wine bottle shouted: Cardamom, sweet honey! From that day on he became a regular at the Saturday bar.

Chen Guo swallowed hard. If his judgment was correct, they should be facing a small part of Zhuang Hanyuan. His soul was once attached to this bone. A generation of chess kings once stayed there during their turbulent years. But at this moment, if you look closely, you can see that this bone is not much different from the broken shells rolled up by the sea water, the dirty yellow-green seaweed, the dried starfish, the broken glass of the grass-green beer bottles stuck in the mud, and even the smelly fish and rotten shrimps. They were a mess, washed over and back again by waves of sea water. Chen Guo felt difficulty breathing and her legs were a little weak. At this time, she held her chest and said, "I can't bear it anymore. I... Feel... Dizzy. I feel like... I'm... Gone." Chen Guo looked like she was seasick and water-sick, and she couldn't speak clearly. But Xiao Wu understood. He saw the waves of the sea in front of him surging, one wave after another, one after another. It had been surging for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. Of course, it was still surging, endless and boundless like time. At this moment, Xiao Wu has forgotten the pain of being squeezed out of the outstanding quota. Not only this, but many, many things that made him toss and turn in pain are no longer there. Yes, they are all gone.