Chapter 636 (1/2)
When lifeflower returned to the bar, Bian Ziyuan and Mei Ziqing had gone.
Mei Ziqing was not very interested. According to her, it was because she didn't drink the wine prepared by the boss's wife, but people with a clear eye knew there was another reason.
A good bartender can indeed make delicious wine, but the true meaning of the bar is never to drink. It's better to have fun or drown your worries with wine. Even if it's just to kill boring time or relieve tension, drinkers never really come for wine tasting and will never spoil their interest because of the bartender.
Despite Mei Ziqing's repeated explanations, Bian Ziyuan stubbornly believes that his poor performance tonight led to all this.
He was very upset about his cowardice and incompetence and didn't seize this great opportunity to please the beauty. He carefully recalled that Mei Ziqing's failure to refuse directly in the face of gangster harassment was testing him, and his performance could be described as bad. After that, he was immersed in self reproach, sadness and humble uneasiness. He no longer had the courage to say those beautiful words he had long thought out in his heart in front of plum green.
The dead freak in the corner exacerbated his mood of falling into hell, made him trapped in the dark trap of self denial, and even imagined the arrival of the end of the world. He began to feel that the world was full of malice towards himself, as if the whole bar were laughing at him and looking at him differently.
He broke up with Mei Ziqing on the street and watched her get into a taxi and disappear in the midnight drizzle.
He walked home in the rain, opened a can of beer, sat on the sofa with his wet clothes, and recalled the faint fragrance of Mei Ziqing's fuzzy and beautiful face in the dim light. He poured beer into his stomach full of alcohol, then stroked the empty beer can hard, and shot the tumbling desire and disgusting despicability into the dark and invisible cavity of the wine can.
He felt endless emptiness, his consciousness sank in the dark, his body rotted in the heat of the tide, and his close wet clothes were like a shroud dug out of a coffin.
He threw the beer can into the dustbin and let the liquid flow out, integrating with the leftovers of last night crawling with cockroaches. He peeled off the shroud one by one, like a doctor doing delicate surgery, then rushed into the bathroom and washed his body with hot water again and again.
However, the filth of the body can be washed away, and the haze of the spirit cannot be dispersed.
He saw Mei Ziqing coming slowly from the mist in the bathroom and helping him clean the dirt with an unprecedented moving smile and gentle way. He once again had the impulse to release the accumulated desire in his belly, but he saw a dead breath rising in the corner. The cold from hell broke the hardness of his body and the last man's persistence, allowing him to continue to deepen his inferiority complex in the soft.
Mei Ziqing disappeared in the fog, and there was only the sound of boiling water in the bathroom. He saw another plum green standing outside the misty glass and looked at himself as if he were separated from the world.
Bian Ziyuan suddenly woke up from forgetting, remembered who he was, and remembered the pride of a computer genius. The darkness was once again filled with the glory of life, the emptiness was no longer, and the feeling of fullness filled his body again.
He is determined to return to the world where he should go and use his ability to change the future of himself and mankind.
He quickly dried himself, left the bathroom and sat in front of the computer, the only place where he could show his talent. He used familiar code to write down his thoughts at the moment and his determination for the future.