It was already late at night, and except for the occasional pedestrian walking through the streets, only stray cats with nowhere to go were left, whimpering softly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The nights in Barcelona are always like this, quiet and serene. When there is no football match, people are used to returning home early and soothing the fatigue of the day with the warmth of home.

Of course, this is not absolute, in any city in the world, there is a group of nocturnal people who go out and go out at night, they hang out in the bar, with the wine in the glass, squandering their lives to the fullest.

This is a city with a strong football atmosphere, and fans are often enthusiastic, and things like alcohol that can stimulate adrenal secretion are very popular with fans here, drinking, watching football, and going crazy are all things that a fan should do, maybe it will make them look more "man".

So in Barcelona, there are a lot of bars, no matter how decorated they are, no matter how remote they are, in fact, they rarely lose money - the people of this city love football so much that they love alcohol so much that the bar owners never worry about not being able to sell their wine.

In the north of the city center, there is a bar called "Tongs", the scale is not large, the decoration is not luxurious, in fact, this is a very ordinary bar, like many bars in the city, very small, very ordinary decoration, because some years, even the color on the exterior wall seems mottled, the years have left traces on it, very dilapidated.

The "Tongs" bar is not well-known, but the business is very good, and as mentioned before, the bar is actually not out of business in this city. Some of the surrounding fans like to gather here when there is a game, drink and watch the game, and then make comments with excitement or anger at the top of their throats.

And when there are no games, there are still a lot of drinkers here - because most of the drinkers here are fans, and everyone is a supporter of Barcelona, so they have a common language. Over time, many people have become friends, so they have gradually become accustomed to coming here in the evening to sit down, order a beer, and chatter with acquaintances.

Today, too, there are few pedestrians on the streets, but the "Tongs" bar is brightly lit, with drinkers gathering around them, some holding beer glasses and pouring them into their necks, others chatting, and others drunkenly waving their arms as if they were singing and dancing because they had drunk too much and had an abnormal flush on their faces.

The "Tongs" bar is not like those big bars with luxurious decoration and style, and the owner here does not have so much money to invite so-called star actors to come here to do some shows for the drinkers, and there are only three shows here, watching football, drinking, and chatting. When there are no games, only the last two remain.

Of course, in this bar, you can do whatever you want, and as long as you don't make trouble, even if any of the guests drink too much and want to striptease in the lobby, no one will say anything - maybe the rest of the drinkers will thank you and cheer you up, adding a touch of color to their boring evenings.

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Fan Bizhuang was woken up by a noise, to be exact, it was a short and fat drinker, and he was very angry when he saw Fan Bizhuang sleeping so sweetly, so he knocked his beer glass twice on the bar.

Fan Bizhuang glanced at him lightly, and quietly pointed to the "Bar Rules" posted on the wall next to him: "Your first time in Tongs, Fidel?" ”

The middle-aged fat man in front of him, named Fidel, is a resident of the surrounding area and a frequent customer of Tongs Bar, and Fan Bizhuang naturally knows him. So he didn't bother to say anything, withdrew his fingers, and looked at him quietly.

Fidel smiled bitterly, he naturally knew the rules of the Tongs bar, in fact, as long as anyone who has been here knows it, because all the rules are clearly pasted on the paper on the wall, and some of the rules written on it are also ridiculous.

If the rules of not fighting in a bar and not engaging in illegal acts are normal, then the rest, such as not disturbing the bartender's sleep, drinking by yourself, watching TV with your own remote control, and paying your own money into the cash box at the bar, can only make people sigh what the hell is this.

Fidel has lived in this neighborhood for more than thirty years, or rather, his father and grandfather have always lived here, and Fidel knows everything about it.

Tongs Bar was founded when he was very young, and at that time, this very ordinary bar did not have so many strange rules, but a few years ago, since the young guy became a bar staff member of the bar, this "bar code" has been put on the wall.

Any rule that has just been erected will have many people who want to challenge, maybe they want to be in the limelight, or they are dismissive, and there will always be people who will ignore this rule, and as a result, Fan Bizhuang is still a barist here, and this code is still intact on the wall.

Over time, the drinkers who come here are also used to it, although there are a lot of rules, but it has no effect on most people, anyway, they only come here to drink and chat, and watch football, on the contrary, no one makes trouble, which makes everyone feel more at ease.

The only thing that is unpleasant is that if you want to drink here, you need to do it yourself.

Fidel, an ordinary worker in a nearby factory, has no special hobbies, except for football and beer. So he's long been used to coming here to watch football and drink at the same time. There were many others like him, and later, even if there was no ball game, they were used to coming here every night to sit down, drink and chat with friends.

Waking Fan Bizhuang up, Fidel also knew that he had violated the third rule of the code, that is, not to wake the bartender to sleep, he did not argue, took out a coin, and put it on the table.

"Fifty euro cents?"

Fan Bizhuang took the coin in his hand, played with it, and pointed to the paper on the wall, and then to the beer glass on the bar.

"Nothing in the bar must be damaged?"

Seeing this one pointed by Fan Bizhuang, Fidel was stunned for a moment, looked in the direction of the other party's finger, and then smiled helplessly, just now he used this beer cup to hit the table to wake Fan Bizhuang up. It was clear that his strength was a little too strong, and there was already a crack in the bottom of the beer glass, which was tiny but real.

"You've got a really good look in your eyes, Fan."

Fidel said this, took out another fifty cents, and was about to throw it over, but there was a fierce argument in the bar, and angry scolding, and even the laughter of some drinkers.

Fan Bizhuang frowned and glanced in that direction.

"Actually, that's what I'm waking you up for."

Fidel shrugged, then tossed the coin onto the bar.

"We'll talk about that later."

Fan Bizhuang didn't throw the coin into the cash box, dropped a sentence, got up from his seat, and then walked out of the bar, pacing leisurely towards the place where the dispute came from.

"There is a reward for reporting."

Fidel smiled to himself, took a new beer glass, filled the barrel with a full beer, and sat down at the bar, looking like he was watching a good show.

"I wonder if there will be a fight? Ha, I hope there is a guy who doesn't have long eyes, I haven't seen the scene of Fan beating people for a long time, I miss it when I think about it! ”

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