allonlinenovel Chapter 278 Rock on
Chapter 278 Rock on
Wen Lan smiled and signaled to the salesgirl not to be so polite.
Not every single one of her spending was recorded. Who in the city's luxury industry doesn't know Mr. and Mrs. Bu? Their spending would be automatically recorded.
Whether it was out of town or abroad, Bu Yufan simply found it troublesome. He would just pay and leave, not caring about spending records at all.
"Excuse me, is there still time to call SF Express today? Can you please send it to this address for me? I can't carry it. Now I really want to find this beef soup restaurant. Can you help me find the way?"
The salesgirl responded quickly.
The second thing she couldn't think of was, how could such a rich woman eat such a coarse meal that costs only twenty or thirty yuan per person?
The salesgirl pushed open the glass door and took Wen Lan to the street.
"Miss, look over there, there's a vintage bus?"
"Yeah, I saw it!"
"After you pass that place, turn left and walk about 20 meters, and you will find the beef soup. Their chili oil is delicious, but it's very spicy, so use less."
Wen Lan laughed out loud and quickly thanked him. She was a lively and cheerful person.
"Miss, just turn at the retro bus, that's the rock bar."
"Okay, thank you. Turn at the rock bar." Wen Lan repeated subconsciously and waved goodbye to the salesgirl.
After taking two steps, she stopped quietly.
Retro bus? Rock! huh?
From a distance, that nostalgic blue with a movie feel looks pure and joyful, just like it did seven years ago.
"Good evening, miss. Is this you?" The waiter, wearing a retro denim blue shirt, led her to a small round table.
"I want to sit at the bar." Wen Lan walked towards the empty high stools, just like seven years ago.
"Miss, what would you like to drink?" The waiter enthusiastically showed her the wine list.
At this time, the bartender just walked into the bar.
"This is our bartender. If you want anything to drink, just go to him."
"He's our boss too." The waiter lowered his voice.
"Hi!" the bartender greeted enthusiastically.
"Hi..." When Wen Lan saw this person for the first time, she felt something warm welling up in her eyes.
"Hi." The bartender's voice also changed significantly. He leaned on the bar with both hands, leaned down, and looked at Wen Lan carefully.
"This is your first time here, but why do I feel like you look familiar? Have we met before?" He frowned.
The eyebrow stud on the top of his brow also danced with the changes in his expression, just like it did seven years ago.
"It's my first time here, but we've met before. Seven years ago, when you first came back from America."
Wen Lan's tears welled up, and he quickly picked up a tissue and wiped her face.
"It's you? Is it you? It's you. It's you? It's really you." He asked himself a series of strange questions and answered them himself.
"It's me." Wen Lan's tears burst out completely.
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed! "For so many years, I have been thinking about you and you two. Are you and him together?"
"Who?" A blurry face appeared in front of Wen Lan's eyes again.
"Wait a minute." The bartender patted Wen Lan's shoulder. "I have something for you."
A few minutes later, he held a small cardboard box in both hands and placed it on the bar in front of Wen Lan.
"Open it and take a look." He encouraged her.
Wen Lan stretched out her hand, which was a little trembling. What was he going to show her? It was an old cardboard box that looked quite old.
She gently moved the lid away.
What she saw made her eyes widen.
"Is this mine?" The first time she asked, her tone was cautious and incredulous.
"is yours."
Inside the box was a very old black Polaroid camera. This was the camera that Wen Lan had lost many years ago and couldn't remember where she had lost it.
"Is it mine?" Wen Lan picked up the old camera and saw the star sticker on the upper left corner. She covered her mouth and tears flowed silently.
She cut this star sticker out of a photo album.
That day, she and Meng Jingran went to take a photo for the first time. When they took the first photo, the figure was blurry. She cut off the two little stars on the photo frame, and kept one and pasted it on the camera. She gave one to Meng Jingran, and she also pasted it on the camera.
"It's yours." The bartender also cried with her. "Also, you left two photos, of you and him."
He took out the envelope, took out two Polaroid photos in envelopes, and handed them to Wen Lan.
Wen Lan's tears had already burst. In the thick mist of tears, she looked at the man in the photo. There was a boyishness on his face that dazzled her, a pure boyishness full of joy.
Those beautiful eyebrows and the curve of the mouth are exactly the same as her daughter's.
She stroked his thick hair in the photo.
"We, him and I, are together. We..." Wen Lan's voice choked. "We, have, two children."
"Really? Really?" The bartender looked up at the light on the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Do you know how long I blamed myself for this? Thank God!"
"Yes, we love each other!" Wen Lan looked firmly at the two photos of her and Bu Yufan taken seven years ago.
He said, Bu Yufan told Wen Lan - seven years ago, he fell in love with a girl at first sight!
He didn't know, and she didn't know either, that girl was her!
"That night at the music festival, you and he sat down next to me almost at the same time. I had just returned from the United States. At that time, I was passionate, unrestrained, young, simple-minded, and did things without considering the consequences. I wanted to bring you together, and I saw that you and he liked each other."
"So, you gave us two cocktails?"
"Yes! Those are two very powerful drinks. They are the secret recipes of my master when I was learning bartending in the United States."
"That day, I felt dizzy and took medicine for vertigo. And he..." Wen Lan was talking about Bu Yufan, who had taken the anti-allergic medicine given to him by An Liya, which made him sleepy.
"So, those two glasses of wine?"
"He and I both lost our memories completely."
"Good God! I didn't expect this! I..."
"It's not your fault." Wen Lan held the bartender's hand.
"What about the other man?" the bartender asked nervously, remembering something.
"Another man? Who?" Wen Lan was stunned by the question.
"I heard him chatting with someone on the phone. He said he wanted to get you drunk and said some very tasteless and low-level things!" The bartender was referring to Song Yinong.
"What did you say? He was there that day too? Where was he sitting?"
"He was sitting on the other side of the bar, staring at you while he was on the phone."
"Then what? He followed me?" Wen Lan asked anxiously.
"I gave that man two stronger drinks. There is no way he would do anything bad to you that night!" the bartender said indignantly. "Believe me, I am sure about that drink. I named it in the United States and practiced it many times."
"What did you name it?" Wen Lan smiled easily and relieved.
"Asshole! The English name is..." The bartender joked in her ear. "Ass hole."