'One-Station' bar is the most distinctive bar in Wangdong City.
The bar covers an area of more than 3,000 square meters. There is a performance stage in the center of the bar. Stars, world-renowned DJs and celebrities often come here to perform.
Surrounding the stage is a circular dance floor, constantly packed with people, swaying to the throbbing music. Outside the dance floor, a Harmony Express high-speed train circles the city.
Each carriage is divided into eighteen booths, and there is a bar at the end of each carriage where bartenders wait for guests who do not return home every night.
The hustle and bustle of the dance floor and the quietness of the Harmony create a subtle and unique sense of mystery.
Mu Qiu was not good at dancing and did not have the energy to do so. She went straight into carriage 7 of the Harmony Express and studied the bar for a while before ordering a cocktail called "Northern Passenger" at the recommendation of the bartender.
The drink was beautifully prepared, with a layer of orange-red liquid on top, a layer of ice-crystal-like drink in the middle, and a faint blue liquid below. Half a kumquat dotted the rim of the glass.
Mu Qiu tried to take a sip. The concentration of the wine was not high. For someone like Mu Qiu who couldn't drink much, this kind of wine was most suitable.
Holding the wine, Mu Qiu walked to table number 5 and sat down by the window. From here, he could see both the dance floor and the stage. At this moment, the electronic music faded, and a handsome young man walked onto the stage.
The man sang a love song, a song Mu Qiu had never heard before. She just happened to hear a line -
[You once made me very happy, but now I feel lonely when I think about you. Love has turned me into the type of person I hate the most...]
This was a song Mu Qiu had never heard before. After hearing the lyrics clearly, she was a little stunned.
Love has turned me into the most annoying person I am...
Mu Qiu shook her head, thinking that love had nothing to do with her. She would always be a little chick until she died. Mu Qiu turned on her phone, trying to find out if there were any beautiful places in the towns near Wangdong City. She planned to find a cemetery for herself.
Mu Qiu was so engrossed in her phone that she didn't notice the crowds growing around her. Eventually, only the seat next to her was left empty. At 10:20 pm, a dark blue figure sat down next to Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu stared at his phone, reached out to touch the wine, picked up the glass and found it was empty.
The wine is finished.
Mu Qiu stood up and wanted to order another drink. When he turned his head, he saw the man in a suit sitting next to him. "It's you. Do you remember me?" Mu Qiu was a little surprised to see Cheng Yanmo again after several days.
Hearing this, the man who was looking down at his phone looked up. Seeing Mu Qiu, Cheng Yanmo was also a little surprised. "What a coincidence."
It seems he still remembers her.
Mu Qiu sat down again and said to Cheng Yanmo, "What do you want to drink? I'll treat you. I haven't thanked you properly for sending me home last time."
Cheng Yanmo came to the bar to catch Cheng Ziang, but the bar was too crowded and he couldn't find him. Dissatisfied with the noise outside, Cheng Yanmo went into the Harmony to get some quiet. He originally planned to sit for a while and then leave, but he met Mu Qiu.
Facing Mu Qiu's smiling eyes, Cheng Yanmo subconsciously said, "Same as you."
Mu Qiu pointed at her wine glass and said to Cheng Yanmo, "I just had a glass of 'Northern Passenger'. It was quite delicious. I want another one."
"Then I'll have a drink too."
"OK."
Mu Qiu stood up and left his seat, soon returning with two glasses of wine. Cheng Yanmo quickly stood up and let Mu Qiu sit by the window, while he himself sat in the aisle seat.
Cheng Yanmo took a sip of wine, expressionless. He didn't like the taste of this wine, but it was very popular with little girls.
Staring at Mu Qiu, Cheng Yanmo seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Mu Qiu saw it and asked Cheng Yanmo, "Do you have something to tell me?"
Cheng Yanmo frowned slightly. He stared at Mu Qiu's slender body and innocent and lovely face, and finally asked the question in his heart: "Little girl, are you an adult?"
Mu Qiu was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and laughed. "I look like a minor?" It's no wonder Cheng Yanmo thought so. Mu Qiu did look like a high school student.
Unlike her sexy and charming sister Song Ci, Mu Qiu's figure is not hot. Her breasts are slightly bulging, and the largest is only a B cup. She is about 1.63 meters tall, thin due to illness, and the dress with a baby collar makes her look small.
Mu Qiu simply took out his ID card, placed it in front of Cheng Yanmo, and said playfully, "I'm twenty."
Cheng Yanmo was skeptical and glanced down. Born in April 1999, he was indeed twenty years old. Cheng Yanmo's frown finally relaxed. He pushed the ID card in front of Mu Qiu and said to her, "Your name is Mu Qiu."
"Yes, Mu Qiu." Mu Qiu extended his hand to Cheng Yanmo and asked him, "What's your name?"
Cheng Yanmo pondered for a moment before shaking hands with Mu Qiu and telling her his name: "Cheng Yanmo."
Mu Qiu said, "Cheng Yanmo, hey, you have the same name as Master Cheng!" Seeing the mischievous look behind Cheng Yanmo's glasses, Mu Qiu froze. She quickly picked up her phone and searched for Cheng Yanmo's profile.
A photo popped up, and the facial features were exactly the same as the man next to her, except that the real person looked more cold and sharp than in the photo.
He was Cheng Yanmo? Cheng Ziang's brother? The Cheng Yanmo, known as the best young man in Wangdong City and a renowned leader among the young elite?
Mu Qiu secretly looked at Cheng Yanmo's face.
Cheng Yanmo asked her amusedly, "What did you see?"
Mu Qiu said honestly: "You are quite good-looking."
Cheng Yanmo was stunned.
He wasn't as outgoing and enthusiastic as Cheng Ziang. He had always been steady and self-sufficient, and his friends were all stable and reliable. It wasn't that there weren't celebrities and socialites who tried to curry favor with him and get into his bed, but no woman had ever dared to compliment him so bluntly to his face.
Cheng Yanmo didn't know how to respond to Mu Qiu's words.
Mu Qiu had already lowered her head to drink. She sat sideways, her back to Cheng Yanmo, playing with her phone, reading the gossip on the Wangdongcheng forum. She came across a post titled "Wangdongcheng's Famous and Rich Young Masters Ranking."
Mu Qiu opened the post and saw the post owner said:
I'm a member of the swimming club and have witnessed the prowess of many prominent young men in Wangdong City. This ranking is what inspired me to compile this list. Note: This ranking is reliable and will not be contested.
First place: Cheng Yanmo, 19;
Second place: Dongfang Yu, 18;
...
Mu Qiu stared at the number 19 behind Cheng Yanmo's name and felt a little confused for a moment.
Is 19 an age? It doesn't look right.
Mu Qiu tapped her head with her fingers, read the content again, and understood what the ranking data the poster was referring to. Her face suddenly turned red.
Cheng Yanmo caught a glimpse of Mu Qiu staring at his phone out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know what he saw, but his fair and clean face suddenly turned red, as if he was drunk.
He was a little confused.
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