Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 323, Section 015: Baldy Dream and the Marilyn Monroe Bar (Part Two)
"A treasure has arrived."

A dim yellow lamp hung in front of the counter. A man dressed in a loose robe-like nightgown leaned against the counter, his chest bare, his messy hair wildly tangled. He looked every bit the artist.

Jin Ziyue nodded to him.

The two sat facing each other across the bar. Meng Tu sat on the inside, propping his head up with one hand, looking as if he had just woken up.

"You drove it?"

Jin Ziyue surveyed the interior, his fingers resting on the marble circular bar counter, feeling the cool touch against his skin.

"Yeah. After driving for a few months, the good thing about Snaku is that when I'm not busy, people will chat with me, and when I'm busy, people will ask me to drink."

Only when the bar was mentioned did Meng Tu's eyes light up.

"Are you working part-time as a madam?" If Jin Ziyue remembered correctly, Snack Bar was generally a bar for chatting, and the women working there were mostly virtuous and gentle.

"Full-time, thank you."

"..."

"I won't bother with fishnet stockings or JK uniforms for you. You can accept anything with short hair and a flat chest."

"Is this your XP?"

"What's wrong with having flat chests? It would be even better if you were a loli."

Meng Tu made no attempt to hide it.

"So in your books, the female lead is either Laura or Donnie?"

(From "I Destroyed the World Again" and "The End: World", searchable on QD)

Meng Tu paused for a second and said, "Speaking of flat chests, there's also Liu Yanshi."

(Female lead in "The Fraud Hunter", searchable on BQG; all the above works have been discontinued.)

Jin Ziyue also fell silent, the light in his eyes softening slightly.

The pale yellow light began to dissipate, and the memories of those carefree and extravagant times were like peeking through the fog, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The two men's slang reminded him of the carefree and dissolute time they spent together late at night at the Huacheng Bar.

Back then, if Jin Ziyue came home late, he would get a good scolding from Fu Qin. She would scold him for making bad friends and grit her teeth at the bald guy. At the same time, she would worry that if Jin Ziyue didn't accompany him one day, the bald guy might become the protagonist in some civil case.

I remember when she was badmouthing Jin Ziyue, she said to Meng Tu, "The person who gets drunk with you can't take you home."

Because the two of them stick together, they exude the air of fair-weather friends. In particular, Meng Tu's cross-dressing skills are top-notch. Wearing a mask, he leans against a lamppost on the street, revealing a half-hidden face, which will attract young boys who lose their senses and ask for text messages.

For Fu Qin, this was practically a potential threat.

What if one day they get drunk and have an affair, and wake up side by side on the pristine white bed, exchanging a knowing smile—

Fu Qin wouldn't be too surprised.

She also tried going to a bar with them to keep an eye on them, but little did she know that she had an extremely low alcohol tolerance. After taking a sip, she almost lost her temper that night and took advantage of Jin Ziyue in front of Meng Tu. After that, she never dared to drink outside again.

The ticking of the pendulum brought Jin Ziyue back to reality.

In just a moment of distraction, my thoughts drifted far away, back to those carefree days of the past, when the carefree youth, with his untamed spirit, would fall asleep in a daze every night, yet he was also incredibly carefree, full of enthusiasm for the new life that awaited him each day.

Both of them were silent.

After a while, Jin Ziyue spoke first:
Are you still writing a book?

“Write,” Mengtu replied.

"How many days has it been since you last updated?" Jin Ziyue asked without hesitation.

"One week, or two weeks, I forget." Dream Bald didn't show any expression.

Jin Ziyue wisely avoided responding to the conversation, lest he embolden the other person's arrogance.

“I’m leaving now, Bao,” Meng Tu said.

He glanced at the television, which was turned off. Reporters were still diligently reporting on the scene of the terrorist attack. People seemed to be used to living in peace and contentment. A terrorist attack was like the end of the world to them. They were terrified and needed a lot of placebos and 24-hour non-stop broadcasts to soothe their anxious hearts.

Or perhaps it's the enthusiasm of someone just watching the drama unfold.

"When?"

"In the next couple of days."

Jin Ziyue knew that he must have learned something, but there was a rule to getting information from Meng Tu.

"boom."

The two bottles were thrown by Meng Tu, making a clanging sound on the marble slab.

"Whoever backs down first is a dog." A glint of light flickered in Meng Tu's eyes.

Jin Ziyue glanced at the bottles in his hand, Jägermeister and whiskey side by side: "Here you go."

The exchange between the two was concise and to the point.

Meng Tu chuckled and deftly mixed the drinks, saying, "We've run out of stock lately, so we don't have anything good. Let me give you something new to try: Jägermeister with Ovaltine, lemon tea, cola, and Baileys, plus some cherry blossom vodka."

As he spoke, he didn't stop what he was doing. With a few blocks of ice at the bottom, he methodically poured the prepared drinks into two cocktails, then pushed one of them towards Jin Ziyue: "Try it."

Jin Ziyue didn't stand on ceremony. He took the glass, sniffed the aroma of the wine, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Vulgar," Mengtu retorted, but his eyes burned with even stronger fighting spirit.

……

As they clinked glasses, the golden liquid of the whisky was emptied.

"This bottle is 'SKYE' from the Isle of Skye. The fruity top notes and salty base notes mask the peaty notes in the middle. I added some natural spring water from Voss to make the taste even smoother."

Meng Tu was a little tipsy, his face flushed, his eyes opening and closing intermittently, and his knuckles still tightly gripping the cup.

Jin Ziyue's head was also spinning. He hadn't experienced the feeling of being drunk for a long time. Every movement felt like it was being propelled by layers of waves, sometimes light and sometimes sluggish.

"You... haven't made any progress at all." Meng Tu's eyes were slanted, and his speech was already becoming intermittent.

"As always... garbage..."

As he spoke, his body seemed to go limp, and he collapsed after being punched by the marble countertop.

Jin Ziyue remained silent, drank the remaining wine in his glass in one gulp, and then made a gesture of suspending it upside down in mid-air.

The last drop of wine slid down the glass and disappeared, leaving only a faint trace.

It hangs suspended without falling.

"I actually showed some guts today," he said, panting, with a slight smile.

Jin Ziyue used to dislike alcohol.

The higher the degree of control a martial artist has over their body, the more secure they feel.

Even during the time Fu Qin was away, Jin Ziyue did not drink alcohol.

His alcoholic father once said that alcohol is for enjoyment, not for entertainment or venting.

He had no one to share his happiness with, and nothing to be happy about.

"Trash, don't think you've won just because you finished drinking. I... still look down on you." Meng Tu reeked of alcohol and pointed his finger at Jin Ziyue.

"It's not that you can't get drunk, it's that you're afraid to get drunk."

"You're afraid that if you get drunk, no one will take me home."

"But things are different now. I own the bar, so I don't need you to deliver it to me anymore."

"But you still don't dare to get drunk... because you have so many people to see off."

"Drinking... isn't your happiness. You'll never understand true happiness, and you won't dare to indulge in a drunken dream without restraint."

Jin Ziyue remained silent, watching his old friend shakily rise to his feet. The aura of destiny within him began to stir, flickering faintly like a blazing fire.

Mengtu slumped back into his seat, propping his head up with his elbow, and said dizzily, "I'm leaving now. The rest is up to you. Actually, you don't need to see me off. Just help me... straighten the road, and I can walk by myself..."

After saying that, he sat down on the ground with a thud, his limbs limp and powerless.

Straighten the road...

How easy is that?

At this moment, Jin Ziyue noticed that the limp Meng Tu suddenly stood up, his eyes seemed to have cleared up a bit, and he had a cold smile in them.

【Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death】 releases high-frequency fluctuations, demonstrating the power of the decree.

(End of this chapter)