The car drove for nearly forty minutes according to the navigation instructions, and finally stopped in front of a gothic cafe.
Song Ci sat in the car and looked at the coffee shop in front of him.
Long Yu told Song Ci: "According to the information given by my wife, I found out that Su Buwang's widow, Su Beibei, is currently a writer of suspense novels. live here."
Long Yu stared at the door of the cafe, then turned around and asked Song Ci, "Do you need me to accompany you in?"
Song Ci nodded, "Follow me in, just order a cup of coffee and wait for me. Su Beibei and I have something to talk about."
"good."
Long Yu and Song Ci walked into the cafe together.
The business of the coffee shop is very good, and most of the customers are young people. Song Ci briefly glanced at the customers in the hall, and then turned her gaze to the back of the bar where the coffee was made. There, stood a woman in a long black dress, with her back to Song Ci, and she was reading a book with her head down.
Song Ci asked the woman: "Hello, is your store manager here?"
The woman was flipping through the book, when she heard this, she paused.
Slowly put the bookmark away, closed the book, the woman turned around, but said: "I am." After answering, she looked up. Seeing Song Ci's face, the other party was obviously taken aback.
She recognized Song Ci.
"Song Ci?" Staring at Song Ci, Su Beibei asked in surprise, "Are you looking for me?" She had never seen Song Ci before, what did Song Ci come to look for
Song Ci was a little surprised. "You are Miss Su?"
Long Yu showed Song Ci the profile of Su Beibei. At that time, Su Beibei was only nine years old. The little girl in the photo was a cute little girl in a pink doll collar dress. And the person in front of him
The woman is tall and tall, wearing a long black off-the-shoulder dress and a black collar around her neck. She has straight, thin black hair, princess-cut bangs, and gothic makeup that give her a dark air about her.
"I'm Su Beibei." Su Beibei felt ridiculous, "You asked me by name, don't you know me?"
Song Ci answered irrelevantly: "The changes have been too great, and I couldn't guess the identity for a while."
Hearing this, Su Beibei raised her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't ask where the word "change" came from.
Song Ci looked around and felt that the first floor was not a good place to talk, so she asked Su Beibei: "Miss Su, can we talk in a more secluded place?"
Su Beibei thought for a while, before she raised her head and said to a male waiter with pigtails: "Akun, take care of the shop for me, I have something to do."
"Good store manager."
Su Beibei came out from behind the stage, and when she got closer, Song Ci realized that the other party was slightly taller than her.
Proper Miss Yu.
"Come upstairs with me." After speaking, Su Beibei was a few steps ahead of Song Ci and walked towards the entrance of the corridor. Song Ci followed, staring at Su Beibei's back, many images flashed in her mind.
In the last life, Song Ci met Su Beibei. At that time, Su Beibei was almost thirty years old, and her dressing style was very different from now. The first time I saw Su Beibei, she was wearing jeans and a blue shirt. She was a tall and beautiful woman.
She came with hatred, but was almost murdered by Mu Mian. If Song Ci hadn't been kind and secretly sent her away, Su Beibei might have died.
Song Ci recalled the past, without noticing it for a while, and when she regained consciousness, she was already standing in Su Beibei's open study on the second floor.
Su Beibei's study room is connected to the living room, separated by a glass wall. In the study room, there are books all over the wall. Most of the books are novels and authoritative magazines related to reasoning detectives and suspense. On the desk, there is a black laptop. Su Beibei was standing in front of the desk, looking for something with her head down.
Song Ci stood aside and looked down, only to find that Su Beibei was unpacking a pack of Salem cigarettes for women. This smoke has a strong taste and is quite vigorous to smoke, which is different from ordinary women's cigarettes.
Su Beibei took out a white cigarette from the cigarette case, clamped the filter tip with her slender index and middle fingers, and held it to her mouth to bite. She lit her cigarette like an old bong, smoked a cigarette, and exhaled the smoke from her nose again.
After a mouthful, Su Beibei nodded at Song Ci just now, "Sit."
Song Ci sat down on the black leather sofa behind her. Waiting for the cigarette to be half smoked, Song Ci cleared her throat and said, "Miss Su, I have read your masterpiece "Golden Street's Female Soul", which is very wonderful."
"Golden Street's Female Soul" is Su Beibei's suspenseful work published four years ago. It is Su Beibei's famous work. That year, Su Beibei was only nineteen years old.
"Golden Street's Female Soul" tells the story of a beautiful but powerless woman who desperately pursues a man in pursuit of love and money, but is deceived by the man and forced to kill by the man.
The plot of the story is very clichéd, but Su Beibei's writing is sharp, and it is very attractive to read the whole story.
Su Beibei squinted at Song Ci, and said nonchalantly: "The early works are not worth mentioning."
Song Ci shook her head, "But I think that book is different."
"Why is it different?" Su Beibei said disapprovingly: "It's just an ordinary suspense story. The plot lacks novelty and the ending is not exciting enough. Compared with the later works, it is not worth showing off."
Song Ci said: "But I only read hatred and hatred, fear and resentment in "Golden Street Girl Soul". This is not found in Ms. Su's later works." Looking at Su Beibei, Song Ci Pointingly said: "Behind the book that prompted Ms. Su to write "The Female Soul of the Golden Street", there must be an interesting story hidden. I wonder if Song Ci's guess is right?"
Su Beibei's face was hidden by the faint smoke, and she couldn't see clearly. After a moment of silence, Su Beibei finally spoke. She said, "There is no story, it's just a work of brainstorming."
Seeing that Su Beibei didn't eat anything, Song Ci finally made a new move. She reached into her shoulder bag and took out a photo from it.
Su Beibei glanced at her movements, but her eyes were still indifferent.
"I wonder if Miss Su knows the woman in my photo?" Under Su Beibei's indifferent gaze, Song Ci turned the photo over. A beautiful and pitiful face broke into Su Beibei's eyes.
Seeing the woman in the photo, Su Beibei's pupils trembled slightly. The smoke had burned out at some point, even reaching Su Beibei's fingers. With her fingers burned, Su Beibei suddenly lowered her head and extinguished the cigarette.
Song Ci said in a deep voice: "The woman in the photo, her name is Xu Xiangxiang, who died in the autumn of 2005. Ms. Su, the heroine Shu Xiangsi in your work "The Female Soul of the Golden Street" was created based on Xu Xiangxiang. yes, right?"
(end of this chapter)