Feng was surprised by Mr. Liang's sudden stop of the attack, and the street was restored to its former tranquility. Without the interruption of the gangsters, the life of the small business man was prosperous again. Winter in the north always comes very early. It was only November, and Feng put on his coat early, and after dinner, he strolled to Uncle Luo's fruit stand, only to see Uncle Luo was about to go out.
"Uncle Luo is out. Don't do business at night?" Feng asked strangely.
"Today on October 1st, I will burn a piece of paper for Brother Zhu Wu and send some winter clothes." Uncle Luo said with a bag of paper money tied up with red eyes. Just a few days ago, Shihuozhu Zhu Wu died in his shop, but he protected Uncle Luo's little daughter.
"October 1st, send the cold clothes. Brother Zhu Wu's life there must be no difference. If it is not good, he is already the overlord of a few streets. Luo Shujie is sad." Feng is also a little sad, although Zhu Wu is a bastard. , But there is a warm heart for the old way. I usually don't say to myself, that is, I often take care of the small vendors on the street. Sometimes I think of Zhu Wu's death. Although it is not very heroic, it is a good death. Defending one's dignity by falling into one's "work" position is not a blessing. Death itself is not terrible, what is terrible is the unknown behind death. Since I chose this path, Feng, Liangzi, Twenty-Eight Lake, and many brothers and sisters who can't be named, they have already had the consciousness of sacrifice.
As the golden crow flew away, the jade rabbit jumped up, and the number of paper-burning people on the street rustled up. The dots of flames entrusted people’s sorrows and memories, lit up the hustle and bustle of the world, and gave the living people a continuation. The courage to live.
On October 1, send the winter clothes, and the Hundred Ghosts travel at night.
Fengbai walked to the familiar bar boredly. In the days when Lin was away, Feng always liked to listen to songs here alone, drink a glass of Chivas with ice, the slight bitterness and coldness, and the long sweetness, which made people want to stop. Feng likes the style of this bar very much, the stage set up by logs, the chic bamboo table, the quaint rattan chairs, and the ethereal singing. There has never been an agitated rock and roll here. The resident singer always plucks the guitar strings gently and spit out a gentle movement. Most of the people who come here are acquaintances, not for anything else, just to escape the hustle and bustle of the city and seek freedom. And cozy.
"Where was the female singer before? I saw her last week." Feng asked the bar owner, shaking his glass.
"I quit my job the day before yesterday. I don’t know why. I’ve stayed for a long time. No, there’s another new one. It looks pretty good and has a sweet voice." The bar owner is an elderly man, but I like to mix cocktails randomly, and I always toss out some weird recipes for everyone to taste.
"None of us are lolicon, we are still sweet" Feng swallowed helplessly.
"What? Are you dissatisfied with others? It's impolite to say that without even listening to a song." The fresh and sweet voice reminded of Feng, it was really sweet, and it was rare that there was no fascination. Extraordinarily attractive.
Feng turned his head and saw a delicate little girl with fair skin and big amazing eyes that were purple. There was a purple butterfly on her shawl's long hair. It was obvious that she was talking just now. "I'm sorry, the words were abrupt just now, I'll invite you to drink, little beauty."
"The beauty is just fine, why do I add a small character I want blueberry juice, the kind without rum." The little beauty frowned, her nose turned up, she was very cute.
"This is the new resident singer Diandian, how about it, not bad, this is Feng." The hotel uncle looked like Lolita.
"It would be even better if you put up some more light-tone girl posters in the store," Feng murmured, of course the boss didn't hear it. But while holding the cup standing in the distance, he smiled at Feng a little bit. Did she hear it
The little singing voice is indeed very distinctive. The sweet voice is comparable to Wang Xinling, and the people are beautiful. The chatting voice gradually disappeared in the bar, and only a little singing voice remains:
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It is actually Cagayake of a light voice girl! GIRLS, this girl really heard it. I don’t know how it compares to Zhang Shu’s Dog Watch. I'm afraid forget it, don't think about it so much, drinking two glasses of wine and listening to songs can be regarded as rewarding myself for the hard work of these few days. Closing his eyes, Feng was fascinated by the dreamlike atmosphere.
"Hey, please have a supper, okay?" The fresh and lovely voice sounded again.
Feng was about to leave. The bar was closed. The middle-aged owner's bar always closed without staying overnight. There are beauties who are eager to entertain guests. Is there anything I dare not to go, "Okay, but why?"
"You are the first person to invite me to drink. Although I don't drink." The little voice is sweet like a white fungus soup with sweet-scented osmanthus honey.
"Well, where shall we go?" Feng is not a gentleman, and he pretended to refuse or something.
"How about, this green tea crisp is great, I often come over to eat." Feng said. Feng couldn't really let the little girl treat him, so he took the sweet masterpiece to an all-night dessert shop.
"Sydney tea is also very good." Little is really beautiful, and only a light makeup is painted, depending on the age at most in his early twenties.
"Why should you bring a pair of purple color contact lenses?" Feng asked casually.
"Where are the cosmetic contacts? Are they inherently good?" said a little bit angrily.
Naturally born purple pupil, oh my god, evildoer, this girl is in a trance when she grows up not to be the famous instrument of the country, Feng is in a trance, she hears little by little: "I heard them say that you are a very famous big man, tell me, OK? ?"
"Who did you listen to?" Feng suddenly became a little alert.
"Everyone in the bar knows that they all call you Feng Ge, but you are not the oldest in there. The bar owner is fifty years old, are you older than him?" said little bit.
Feng fainted directly. "Do you know the voice of Feng Ge'er? It doesn't mean the real brother, and there is no age comparison. As for being famous, I can find all the delicious things in this city, does that count?"
"Of course forget it. What's all there?" A little bit of anticipation.
"It's late today, I have time to talk to you again." Feng looked at her watch, and Lin should call in a while.
"Then I'll go back, see you tomorrow."
"I'll send you." Feng walked to the boss to check out, passing a meaningful look in the way.
The beautiful middle-aged woman smiled at Feng, "Come again next time."
I don't know how many beautiful girls are sitting on the back seat of Feng's motorcycle, although Feng only had a relationship with Lin once.
"I'll get off right here, 88" little by little jumped off Feng's motorcycle.
"Don't you ask me to go in and sit for a while?" Feng smirked.
"Think beautiful!"
Watching the little beautiful woman walk into the campus, Feng's face was full of solemnity. This girl is definitely not simple. What happened tonight is definitely not accidental. How many people appeared deliberately? How many sentences are carefully rehearsed? Who is this girl? Is it Mr. Liang's person? Or is it the other enemy? Feng was riding on the way back, full of question marks in his head. At this time, the phone rang and it belonged to Lin.
"My dear, where are you fooling around? Did you cheat on me while I wasn't here?" Lin asked, hearing the roar of motors.
"Where is it? On the road." Feng said vaguely.
"Just sent the beauty home, I met at the bar again" Lin's sixth sense is too strong, isn't there a surveillance in her car
"How did you know without you?" Feng is really bad at lying to Lin.
"If there is a beautiful woman in the car, you will definitely not answer the phone at this time, and the bar is still open at night, let's say, is there any little beauty that you are fancy? Believe it or not, I will go back tomorrow!" Lin was very angry. Say.
"You are not a detective. Don't do it, but I believe I will come back to check the post." Feng explained quickly, "It's the bar I often go to. A new resident singer came and talked a few more words."
"I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation. I went out to hunt for wild food while Ai's family was away. Hum, you can figure it out." Lin said angrily.
"This. Master Mingjian, the younger one dare not. Come back and ask you to invite you." Feng really couldn't think of what to ask Lin to do.
"May I see this little girl?" Lin teased Feng.
"Grandma, please forgive me." Feng is three big on each head.
"Stop teasing you, pay attention to your own safety, go back and rest early and drink less!" Lin asked, "Good night dear."
"Good night." Two women took turns playing this big night, I'm acting on behalf of the king.
Feng returned to his den, turned on the computer, and saw Kui Mulang online.
"Is there any news? Vampire bats?"
"According to the analysis, it should be a series of assassinations and infiltrations organized by a secret team in Mr. Liang's hands. You have to be careful, the principal."
"Be careful, I wear bulletproof vests when I go out to buy food."
"Then what's the matter with the bar beauties tonight?"
"Can't tell."
"Did Bi Yuewu tell you?" Bi Yuewu is the owner of the dessert shop. Bi Su is the master of prosperous, the ritual is open for auspiciousness, all the builders are prosperous, and the money is full. Bi Yuewu has a talent for making money and saving food, and no matter where he starts a business, he is prosperous. Realizing that the girl was wrong today, Feng led the person to Bi Yuewu's shop. One was for safety, and the other also asked the eldest sister to help check the girl's information. Feng guessed that Bi Yuewu's eldest sister had the gossip in her heart again, and she had operated on herself.