Those who frequented the basement bar had become numb to Charlie's talk about "what is a decent person and what is a civilized person" recently. Now that they had the chance to play a trick on that guy, they were extremely excited and shouted louder than each other.
Charlie, wearing a white shirt and an open black vest, hesitated whether to pay nearly thirty people for a drink or a striptease.
Soon, he put down the beer in his hand and jumped onto a small round table.
He had done all kinds of stupid things when he was drunk here before, so what was there to be afraid of about stripping
Lumian smiled and clapped his hands. He took out a 20-felkin bill, slapped it on the bar, and said to the owner Pavard Nissen:
"One drink for everyone, whatever you like."
After saying that, he picked up the glass of Lilanzi and watched Charlie twist his hips awkwardly and carefully unbutton his shirt amid cheers.
“Be more intense! Be more violent!” Lumian shouted in a tone of watching the fun.
The other drinkers followed suit.
Sweat broke out on Charlie's forehead, and he was worried that the shirt would be damaged by tearing it violently.
"When you first moved here, you thought that with your talent, you would be able to escape from that garbage dump, uh, hellish hotel in a short time. Who knew that you would live there for ten months? Even if you moved to St. Felkin Street, you would often think of the big bar that you can reach by going upstairs, the absinthe that makes you confused and intoxicated, the pungent smell of sulfur, the cute bugs, and the people who gave you light in the darkness, Sister Gu Deshu, Gu De, and him."
“It was only when I slowly left that I realized there was nothing I couldn’t reminisce about.
Half an hour ago, Gabe and Charlie were lying on the bed, hugging Lumian, and said sincerely:
Under the crimson moonlight, Lumian's brown eyes flickered, his brown hair was disheveled, and human faces were embedded under his fair body.
The reward for the "righteous" man has arrived? Michelle was delighted.
While Gabe was talking to Charlie, he stopped and reached out to touch the crack in the wall where the newspaper had fallen off.
St. Felkin Street is the most marginal street in the district, with relatively cheap rent, which attracted many writers and painters to settle there.
"I've been too busy lately. You haven't been here for a few days. As soon as I got home, I wanted to sleep. Look, look, that's not the trouble of being a decent person. Hey, why did you suddenly want to conduct a small-scale investigation of the wanted criminals from Koldu Village?"
Gabe asked Charlie:
Doesn't this playwright, who is used to staying up late, always come here to have a drink after the wee hours
Gabe Wai Gude looked at the corridor walls, which were lit only by a gas wall lamp and covered with newspapers and cheap pink paper, and suddenly felt a little emotional:
Gabe and Charlie took a sip of absinthe with a bad look on their face:
Thinking that the other party's profession is a human model, Gabe asked Charlie a lot, and he exhaled:
"You did!" Gabe admitted subconsciously.
Lumian took another sip of Lelanzi, sat back at the bar, glanced at Gabriel, who was wearing black-framed glasses and dark suspenders, and asked with amusement:
At this time, the red moon was blocked, and the room was normally dark and white. The faces painted on Lumian's body suddenly seemed to come alive, and they opened their mouths towards the backs of Gabe and Charlie.
Before I changed the "Human-Faced Mantis" contract to the "Face of Nether", I was too worried about being recognized by the authorities.
On the way, I recalled a few memories, including the first time I met the nude model Lumian, the first time I talked to you about creation, the first time I was encouraged...
Gabe and Charlie rubbed their messy brown hair and smiled:
"No, but after rehearsing for a while, Mr. Lopez, the director and actors of the Renaissance Theater were all very optimistic and confident. You don't have to worry about how to live before you move to a more expensive place and spend the 1,000 Safari advance. He knows that you are not writing vulgar and low-quality stories for these big newspapers anymore."
I know that being a nude model is a very well-paid profession, the most popular female models only make 40-40 dollars a month, special ones may make 80-10 dollars, which is equivalent to an apprentice waiter in a hotel, and male models only make around 70 dollars a month, they simply cannot support themselves and can only work as a part-time job. There are some who choose to expose their bodies and become models for painters because of hard work and the pursuit of enjoyment.
As soon as I finished speaking, Lumian stretched out his left hand and his eyes became blurry.
Gabe Waigude said with a longing look on his face:
I immediately let out a "tsk tsk" sound, then walked back to room 207 with a smile.
"What a bad place! Maybe if you throw a brick there, you can knock down eight writers and two painters. Oh, there are poets who have not been discovered yet." Michel recalled Aurore's ridicule of Saint-Gudesu Street and expressed it in his own words, not forgetting to satirize the poorest group of poets in the world.
"Where are you going?"
They were not gorgeous, not ferocious, not handsome, not vicious, and their eyes were all looking at Gabriel and Charlie at the same time.
"So early today?"
"There are many writers and painters living in St. Felkin Street in District 2. Every day there is the National Museum, the Tewail Art Center, various galleries and sculptures of various shapes."
They eventually went down into the sunset, and Gabe Waigood politely closed the door.
Gabe and Charlie stopped inside room 309 and knocked heavily on the door.
Gabe Wai Gude was speechless.
"You lived there for almost a year, and saw many tenants suddenly disappear, leave in a hurry, or happily start their own lives, but on the seventh day, or perhaps just a long time later, new tenants would come to pursue the prosperity of Tela and the dreams in their hearts and move out of the room we left. A small number of us succeeded and disappeared like dust, but there would always be groups of people coming, and maybe one or two would succeed.
Speaking of this, Gabriel Charlie suddenly remembered that the brutal and uncivilized gang leader next to him was the current owner of the Golden Rooster Hotel, and he quickly shut up.
"Can a person live without a dreamy night?"
After drinking until the early morning, Michelle and Gabe, who was moving tomorrow, and Charlie saw El off and went up the stairs to the seventh floor.
"I'll go with you to St. Felkin's Street."
Lumian shook his head hesitantly:
The next afternoon, Michelle ran, practiced boxing, and looked for breakfast as usual.
He thought about it and decided to take off his sweater while the buttons of his shirt were undone.
Michelle smiled teasingly, pinched her lips with her hands, and whistled:
Outside Gabe, Charlie opened the door and saw Lumian standing behind the wooden table by the window. Her lake blue dress had fallen from under her and piled on the ground.
"Go to a place called 'hostel'. You don't have any friends here." Gu Deshu's voice became a little hollow again.
"Where are you planning to move to?" Michelle asked casually.
"He's been successful in this." Michelle thought of Mrs. Felkin who was hanged while singing the lyrics of "That's the city of joy, that's the eternal Tewail", and she no longer felt like mocking Gabriel and Charlie.
Before returning to the Golden Rooster Hotel, I saw that Gab and Charlie's room next door was not open. There was no one there, and no luggage either.
Michelle turned around, walked towards Room 207, waved her hand and said:
"Please leave." Lumian's slightly hollow voice came out.
Seeing that Michelle was full of confidence, El brought up that matter again and happily said that a colleague had introduced him to a male teacher. Although the other party looked down on him, it also proved that he had taken another step towards becoming a truly decent person.
Gabe Waigood suddenly came to his senses and found that these faces were just almost real oil paintings, and the canvas was not Lumian's body.
"That was the inspiration for the script of "Light Chasers"."
This is no cheap old linen shirt!
"The Light Chasers has ended?" Michelle was immediately confused.
"He's going?" Michelle could probably guess the answer, but she still asked politely.
District 2 is also called the Art District or the Financial District. Half of it is old and has no cultural atmosphere, while the other half is luxurious buildings that have been popular in the past decade or so. It houses the headquarters of financial institutions such as the Intis Central Bank, Tewail Bank, Suchit Bank, and Asset Credit Bank, as well as places such as the Tewail Stock Exchange and the Intis Futures Market.
Gu Deshu was curious and went downstairs to the eighth floor, where she found the same thing in Room 309.
Gabe Waigood tried to persuade her again and again, but the mannequin agreed every time.
"You're moving out tomorrow, so thank him for his encouragement over the past few months."
Gabe and Charlie smiled awkwardly:
The same goes for Lumian, who endures criticism just to earn a little less money and change his current situation.
"I wish him a bad night!"
Gabe and Charlie held the green absinthe and smiled calmly:
"Hope." Gabe and Charlie's faces were filled with anticipation.
"You're moving out tomorrow."
Gabe and Charlie pointed downstairs:
Gabe left and Charlie walked away on his own.
Before watching Charles retreat into the room, I cleared my throat and continued walking towards the eighth floor.
Oh, how many school days are gone? Michelle, who had no intention of practicing her speaking style, smiled and responded:
At that time, Al finished his striptease, put on his shirt again, squeezed out from the drinkers who were "kindly" commenting on my figure, sat next to Michelle, and said casually:
"You know other writers will do that, you often do.
"Go say goodbye to Sister Lumian. Thank you for your encouragement."
"You have to move away too, to somewhere else."
Gabe and Charlie were startled and almost screamed.
… …
"What happened in Cordu Village has nothing to do with you, Charles Dubois?"
"Do they writers hate sudden emotional outbursts and long essays?" Michelle sneered.
I started walking again and went down to the seventh floor, but I didn't stop and seemed to want to continue going down.
"But this is indeed the most suitable place for communication and creation. It is like that place. It is relatively quiet only at night, but only relatively. There are no cute bugs..."
"Is everything okay?" Lumian's voice sounded again without any sense of detachment.
I had no choice but to leave sadly. Lumian got into bed naked and watched me walk to the door.