In the dim hall, the lights are blurred. Around a small stage, there are seats with card bags and seats in a fan shape, with a wide view and independent and independent from others.

The spacious and comfortable leather seats have a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere, which can easily relax people's body and mind, and comfort one thirsty or hurt soul after another.

After the bartender, the young and handsome bartender swayed his body and skillfully prepared a cup of colorful cocktails.

The entire bar was already crowded. People were either eating or tasting wine, whispering while enjoying the performances on the stage. The waiters held trays and shuttled through it.

Hui'an and Yan Aonan sat in a card bag behind, eating gracefully.

Yan Aonan was also helpless about being dragged by Sister Hui'an to come here for dinner. He knew that this was her concern for her, but she really didn't feel the same way at this moment.

While cutting the steak in front of him with a knife and fork, Hui'an looked up at the silent Yan Aoan and teased: "Yan Yan, no matter what happens, you always have to eat. Do you want to go on a hunger strike to commit suicide?"

"Sister Hui'an, I'm not hungry now and don't want to eat."

"Is that so? I heard that you didn't have lunch today!" Hui'an stared at Yan Aonan's eyes, not allowing her to make a slight quibble. Without waiting for her answer, she said without any argument: "For a stinky man, you can't do it! Listen to my sister, you must eat this meal!"

"Sister Hui'an~" Yan Aonan's voice had a soft smell, and she sounded pitiful.

"No! It must be eaten!" Hui'an's queen Fan broke out, and there was no room for negotiation.

Yan Aonan had to give in, and took the knife and fork helplessly, and started to eat with a taste of wax.

Seeing this, Hui'an smiled slightly and lowered her head with satisfaction to continue attacking her food.

On the stage, a middle-aged man sat alone in the middle of the stage, holding a guitar in his hand, and was playing and singing.

The singer's voice was a little dull and hoarse, and he was full of magnetic. He lowered his head and sang, as if he was about to complain and cry. The audience suddenly became quiet, and people stared at the people on the stage, and their moods fluctuated with the singing.

The noise around suddenly disappeared. Yan Aoan looked up in surprise and found that everyone was listening to the song carefully. After listening carefully, the male singer's voice was as thick and psychic as the guitar in his hand, and it was very nice.

White moonlight, somewhere in my heart

So bright, but so cold

Everyone has a sadness

Want to hide, but want to cover up

White moonlight shines on both ends of the world

In the heart, but not by the side

You can't wipe it dry, your tears at that time

...

Yan Aoan remained silent, and her heart slowly became squeezed with the song. The person who wrote this song really understood people's hearts so well, why did she write her current mood so clearly that she would face herself even more directly than herself.

"Is this song "White Moonlight" nice?" Hui'an couldn't help asking with concern when she saw her moved.

"This song is called "White Moonlight"?" Yan Aonan was a little moved. She remembered her encounter with Long Yiye under the moon, and felt that it was really a blessing.

Hui'an looked at her and explained, "Yanyan, I'll take you here to listen to music to heal your wounds. You see, most of the people who come here have suffered emotional setbacks. They listen to music here, cry when they want to cry, shout when they want to scream, and vent when they get drunk, and live a life tomorrow."

Do I heal my pain by listening to music? Why do I feel even more uncomfortable after listening to it? Is there really nothing left after drinking and venting? Yan Aonan can't understand.

Looking at her confused expression, Hui'an felt a little frustrated. She moved away the plate in front of her, handed her a cocktail, and said, "Yanyan, forget it if you don't want to eat, let's stop getting drunk today!" After that, she clinked Yan Aonan's wine glass with the wine glass in her hand, then raised her head and drank it dry.

Yan Aoan looked at Hui'an with a little wet eyes. She knew that Hui'an wanted her to relieve her sorrow after being drunk, so she sacrificed her life to accompany the gentleman here. Unfortunately, she didn't know that she would never get drunk, and she would never know what it would be like to live a drunken life and die dreaming. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Well, let's try it today to see if you can get yourself drunk.

Seeing Hui'an staring at him, Yan Aonan smiled indifferently and raised her head to drink all the wine in her glass.

"Good! waiter, let's have two bottles of brandy first!" Hui'an smiled with satisfaction and started asking for wine.

Yan Aoan didn't say anything. He brought the wine up, grabbed the bottle and drank it directly at the mouth of the bottle. It seemed as if he was drinking not wine, but boiled water. Hui'an was shocked to see it.

Drink it! It’s better to be drunk. I remember the first time I met him, the two of them drank this kind of bar. The spicy and sweet feeling was slightly sweet, and she was like this, which made him stunned. In the end, he was unscathed, but he was drunk and unconscious. Was the shallow kiss before falling down a sign of love unconsciously? Recalling this, Yan Aoan couldn’t help but have a soft look and a smile on his eyes.

Hui'an's heart was tightened. This silly girl still couldn't forget that person. Although she had once thought that handsome and domineering man would give Yanyan happiness, who would have thought that now she has become the person who hurt Yanyan the most. Long Yiye, if you are really a man, if you really love Yanyan, just find a way to give her a complete home.

After drinking a bottle of wine, Yan Aoan reached out to take the bottle in front of Hui'an. Hui'an reached out to block it, "Forget it, Yanyan, stop drinking it, I'll take you back."

I originally wanted to get Yan Aoan drunk, but seeing her drinking method like this, I am afraid that it will cause great harm to my body. Compared with the two, I should stop drinking it.

"Sister Hui'an, I'm fine. This little wine is nothing. Even if I drink ten more bottles, I won't be drunk." Yan Aonan's face flushed, making her look so beautiful.

But Hui'an felt sad and said, "Since you can't get drunk, don't drink it." Hui'an snatched the bottle of wine in her hand.

"Sister Hui'an..." Yan Aoan suddenly felt more empty in his heart, and said boredly: "I also know that it is useless and meaningless to use drunkenness to relieve sorrow, but what should I do if I don't do this?"

"Everyone will encounter love breakups many times when he is young. Look at the young people around him. None of them has ever been in love several times. So, you really don't have to care too much about Yanyan. Without Long Yiye, there can be others. As long as women don't want to be wronged, they will always find someone to love."

Hui'an felt that Yan Aoan was the calmest and sober love-breaker she had ever met, so she decided to have a good talk with her.

"What I want is just a pair of people for a lifetime. Besides, now, it is not strictly considered a broken heart. He still loves me and wants to marry me." Tears fell on her face.

Hui'an slammed the table and said unhappy: "Then why do you want to do so much? Just face it with him. Wouldn't it be enough to marry him? It's so sad."

"What I am sad about is that I can't do that because he has a child." Yan Aonan did not need to hide his true thoughts in front of Hui'an.

"That child already exists, and he cannot be beaten back to the womb, and he cannot be disposed of. For the true love you want, just be a stepmother for the child." Hui'an said it straightforwardly.

"I don't want to marry the father of another child. My mother was like this back then, but later she was very pitiful and passed away early." Yan Aonan said his knot.

After Hui'an instantly thought about it, she felt that she understood. It seemed that Yan Aonan's mother was also a mistress at the beginning. However, in this world, how many mistresses in wealthy families could live comfortably? As a result, the beauty died early, and the children left behind would not be happy.

Hui'an held her hand and said, "Yanyan, you have always been a very independent and strong girl in my heart. If you think so, I also support you not to marry him. Although it will make me sad for a while, I won't feel guilty for the rest of my life."

If that was true, her poor girl would not be happy, so she would live her life with shackles. It is too difficult for women to challenge the job of "stepmother".

"Sister Hui'an, I understand everything you said. Thank you."

"Silly girl, what do you want to thank me for? People's feelings will change with time and experience. You really don't have to force yourself to deliberately not love them now. Just keep a distance and you will be freed slowly."

"I can." Yan Aoan lowered her head, slowly touched the edge of the wine glass with her fingers, and murmured: "Sister Hui'an, am I useless?"

"How could my sister be useless? You are much stronger than most women who have broken hearts."

"What happens if someone else breaks his heart?" Yan Aoan looked up at Hui'an with curiosity.

"Someone is drunk, and after waking up, he continues to get drunk, and falls into the abyss and cannot extricate himself." Hui'an explained with a smile: "At most I want to bring you drunk once."

"After waking up, the worries are still there, it is indeed not a good way." Yan Aonan seemed to be considering the feasibility.

"Some people will overeat and use food to comfort their empty hearts, and become extremely fat; of course, some people will go on hunger strikes and don't think about food and food, and end up being thin. These are all self-abuse behaviors and are really undesirable."

"Sister Hui'an, I just don't have a good appetite today." Yan Aonan didn't want Hui'an to keep worrying about him.

"Some people are even more exaggerated. They just find other men to fill the empty and lonely life. Some look for spare tires around them, and some find a chance to go to 419." Hui'an sipped a little bite of wine in a glass of wine, and said ambiguously.

"What does spare tire mean? What does 419 mean?" Yan Aoan suddenly remembered Ding Linlang's swearing words and couldn't help asking.

"Some girls always acquiesce to the existence of men who do not give them a clear response but allow them to be very attentive. This is the 'spare tire'. Just like a car tire, one broken at any time and then replaced it." Hui'an stared at Yan Aonan's pure eyes and said, "419, it's just a one-night stand. Men and women don't care about the past and the future. They just need to sleep, but they will fall apart after sleeping. Of course, that kind is really too unsafe, so it's better to go to a duck shop." In the dim hall, the lights are blurred. Around a small stage, there is a fan-shaped seat with a card bag seat, which is both open and independent and uninfluenced by others.

The spacious and comfortable leather seats have a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere, which can easily relax people's body and mind, and comfort one thirsty or hurt soul after another.

After the bartender, the young and handsome bartender swayed his body and skillfully prepared a cup of colorful cocktails.

The entire bar was already crowded. People were either eating or tasting wine, whispering while enjoying the performances on the stage. The waiters held trays and shuttled through it.

Hui'an and Yan Aonan sat in a card bag behind, eating gracefully.

Yan Aonan was also helpless about being dragged by Sister Hui'an to come here for dinner. He knew that this was her concern for her, but she really didn't feel the same way at this moment.

While cutting the steak in front of him with a knife and fork, Hui'an looked up at the silent Yan Aoan and teased: "Yan Yan, no matter what happens, you always have to eat. Do you want to go on a hunger strike to commit suicide?"

"Sister Hui'an, I'm not hungry now and don't want to eat."

"Is that so? I heard that you didn't have lunch today!" Hui'an stared at Yan Aonan's eyes, not allowing her to make a slight quibble. Without waiting for her answer, she said without any argument: "For a stinky man, you can't do it! Listen to my sister, you must eat this meal!"

"Sister Hui'an~" Yan Aonan's voice had a soft smell, and she sounded pitiful.

"No! It must be eaten!" Hui'an's queen Fan broke out, and there was no room for negotiation.

Yan Aonan had to give in, and took the knife and fork helplessly, and started to eat with a taste of wax.

Seeing this, Hui'an smiled slightly and lowered her head with satisfaction to continue attacking her food.

On the stage, a middle-aged man sat alone in the middle of the stage, holding a guitar in his hand, and was playing and singing.

The singer's voice was a little dull and hoarse, and he was full of magnetic. He lowered his head and sang, as if he was about to complain and cry. The audience suddenly became quiet, and people stared at the people on the stage, and their moods fluctuated with the singing.

The noise around suddenly disappeared. Yan Aoan looked up in surprise and found that everyone was listening to the song carefully. After listening carefully, the male singer's voice was as thick and psychic as the guitar in his hand, and it was very nice.

White moonlight, somewhere in my heart

So bright, but so cold

Everyone has a sadness

Want to hide, but want to cover up

White moonlight shines on both ends of the world

In the heart, but not by the side

You can't wipe it dry, your tears at that time

...

Yan Aoan remained silent, and her heart slowly became squeezed with the song. The person who wrote this song really understood people's hearts so well, why did she write her current mood so clearly that she would face herself even more directly than herself.
To be continued...