Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Close your eyes and be quiet.

Breathe evenly.

On a stormy night, he just drew warmth from her.

a long time.

Drowsiness gradually came over me.

He seemed to sigh in the darkness.

He sighed, feeling so comfortable that his body was trembling.

He pressed his chin against her and hugged her tightly, as if he was addicted.

"You have to get up early..."

Before falling asleep, he murmured to remind himself.

You can't let her find out, you have to hide it.

Keep hiding it, keep hiding it, until...

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Finished Easter eggs.

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Love (1)

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krystal bar.

Eleven o'clock at night.

On the first floor of the bar, the lights are shining and the dance floor is crowded.

The mixed air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the music was turned up to the maximum, almost deafening people's ears.

The DJ controlled the rock music and shook his head wildly. Men and women were twisting their waists and hips crazily on the dance floor, flesh against flesh, sweat and carnival blended together.

The dazzling neon lights are fast and wild, and the bartender swings his arms neatly, mixing one drink after another.

The waiters carried the wine trays and shuttled through the crowded crowd to the tables where men and women gathered.

Laughing wildly, having fun together under the deafening music, releasing yourself.

Have fun.

The waiters who work here are not surprised by this.

The busy green space was delivering various drinks and walking back and forth.

I was so busy that my feet never touched the ground, and I couldn't rest for a moment.

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Twelve o'clock at midnight.

Waiter Cheng Xiaodong left the noisy and crowded bar and returned to the employee lounge.

There were not many people in the lounge, most of them went out to work.

When the door is closed, the crazy rock music outside can still be heard clearly.

Cheng Xiaodong, who had been busy for several hours, did not dare to rest for one more minute.

Come to your locker, open it, and change quickly.

Change the cheap waiter's clothes into a high-end and expensive tuxedo - specially used to serve rich people.

Rich people are picky and pay more attention to taste and clothing.

If a man wearing cheap clothes goes to serve them, they will not even look at him and pay no attention to him.

Not to mention if you want to promote wine later, rich people will not appreciate it at all.

Only when he was well-dressed and well-groomed would the rich people look at him reluctantly and give him a chance to sell wine in front of them.

This is the experience that Cheng Xiaodong has finally summed up over the years.

He has been working at this nightclub for three years. He is very busy and tired every day, but he earns a lot of money.

Relying on the basic salary, commission from selling wine, and if he's lucky, tips from customers, the total income has allowed him to establish a foothold in this prosperous city, buy a house, and buy a car, all fully paid.

Having tasted the great benefits, he worked harder and harder.

Tired, but very enjoyable.

At 12:10, he changed his clothes, picked up his phone and looked at the time, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing that it was getting late, the other bartenders who also relied on commissions like him changed their clothes and left.

Non-stop, for fear that the rich people coming tonight will be robbed.

After all, there are only so many rich people, and there is simply not enough money to grab.

One step slower and tonight's bonus will be gone.

Cheng Xiaodong looked at the time and was a little anxious.

The phone dialed a number and called it.

"Hello? Where are you? Why haven't you come yet?"

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"Nightclub? What's wrong with the nightclub? Aren't you short of money?"