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Ren Ziling planned to have a good heart-to-heart talk with Luo Qiu. The 29-year-old deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper said that he has been busy with work recently, has been negligent, and has not been the master of a mother. His soft and gentle voice can almost kill most men in seconds.
Then, each box of crisps instantly killed Ren Ziling's next words. When she realized, Luo Qiu had already closed the door of the room.
Listening to the old CD player Lao Luo gave to her son playing Eagles' Desperado in the room, Ren Ziling silently gnawed on a box of crisps.
Then there is no more.
"Stinky boy, why don't you be so sensational..."
Actually, there was no one in Luo Qiu's room.
After returning to his room, he turned on the CD player, and then went straight back to the club.
Who knows what the hell it's playing...
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Sitting behind the counter in the club, Luo Qiu said that it was too late and he didn't want to drink scented tea, so the caring maid opened the wine cabinet at the side bar for the first time in front of Luo Qiu.
A bottle of vodka, a bottle of cocoa in a black bottle, and a bottle of fruity gin. You Ye looked at Luo Qiu with a slight smile on his face, then filled the shaker with ice cubes eighty-tenths full, poured the three types of wine into small cups, and poured the shaker In the jug, the lid was closed and it began to shake.
Not too fancy, but You Ye never left Luo Qiu's eyes from the beginning to the end.
As the saying goes, beauties and wine are always suitable, probably speaking of such a general situation, Luo Qiu looked at it, and his mood felt relaxed and happy.
It didn't stop until You Ye shook the shaker until light white frost formed on the outside. After mixing, the light brown wine was poured into a cocktail glass, accompanied by the rhythmic impact of high heels on the wooden floor , The prepared drink was also delivered to Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu joked: "I think I might invade the kitchen next time."
You Ye looked at Luo Qiu without knowing why, Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Because watching you cook food or mix wine is really a kind of enjoyment."
Only then did You Ye change from a light smile to a smile, and walked slowly to the lobby of the club. There has always been an old vinyl record player made of old pine wood.
You Ye put down the vinyl disc, pressed the stylus, and turned slowly, the soft and mysterious movement began to play, You Ye returned to Luo Qiu's side and sat opposite him.
The maid showed a lazy expression, her legs were curled together under the hem of her skirt, and her elbows were placed on the round table, supporting her face.
Luo Qiu took a sip of the cocktail he made. I originally thought that the mixture of vodka and gin should be very strong, but I didn't expect it to be sweet and refreshing. Probably because of the addition of another black cocoa
He was playing with the white jade card he got from Pian Chu, and suddenly asked: "In this world, is there really a past life and a present life? After reincarnation, there are also ten halls of hell?"
You Ye said softly: "There are many ancient legends in the East. People believe it because they believe it. But who knows? After all, this is not a way for people to see it with their own eyes."
Luo Qiu asked: "Then how did Su Houde explain it?"
You Ye said: "People have thoughts, and thoughts are souls. Therefore, if the soul does not disperse, it means that the thoughts will not disperse. There are no ghosts, wronged souls, ghosts and the like in the world. But in You Ye's view, these are clusters of strong They left the carrier of the physical body, but they did not dissipate because of their strong emotional obsession."
Hearing this, Luo Qiu hummed and said: "I have read some anecdotal magazines, saying that the human spirit is like a wave. When the wavelengths of the spirits of both parties are close or almost identical, it may be possible to make people One party receives the thought waves of the other. In other words, there is no such thing as the past and the present, but Su Houde has found a carrier that can accept his own thoughts?"
You Ye smiled and said: "How to believe it is the master's wish."
Luo Qiu shook his head, took another sip of the cocktail, smacked the space between his brows, and felt the fragrance of the wine lingering between his teeth, "It's strange to think about it, if there were reincarnations, there were actually not many human beings at first, but now the population has exploded , if a dead person can be reincarnated, where did the first one come from?"
But maybe it does exist. The existence of the soul that is not explained by the spirit, and there is also an unknown management that can explain this phenomenon without being reincarnated.
Thinking of this, Luo Qiu felt that if he continued to think about it, he might fall into some unknown dead end.
He, who never thought of being a philosopher, shook his head in self-deprecating manner, ending this kind of cranky thinking.
Then, the bell placed at the gate rang.
Zhong Luochen came, full of travel and dust.
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When he came, Zhong Luochen used the map on his mobile phone to directly check the information on this street. He didn't find the club at all on the map, but marked another store—even the street photos.
Yet the club has magically taken the place of the store.
He once stood at the door of the club, and found that one after another pedestrians walked past Rang and entered the club he saw, but they walked out quickly, carrying only some supplies.
Obviously, the club he saw and the store seen by passers-by were both in the same location, but they were probably in different spaces.
This kind of magic made Zhong Luochen take a deep breath in awe, and pushed open the club's door again.
I still saw the man with the clown mask and the beautiful woman dressed as the maid. Zhong Luochen didn't have the mood to linger on this beauty, so he cut to the chase and said, "Mr. Clown, I've already brought my grandfather, and I'm staying in a nearby hotel."
Luo Qiu stretched out his hand to make Zhong Luochen stop talking, and then lightly swiped the black stick on his hand, and something even more mysterious and unimaginable suddenly appeared in Zhong Luochen's eyes.
With eyes full of soft lights and carpeted corridors, Zhong Luochen said in a slightly frightened way: "This is... a hotel?!"
Luo Qiu walked ahead with his hands behind his back and said, "Guest, take me to meet your grandfather... But there is one request, I hope there will be no more outsiders, except you and your grandfather."
Zhong Luochen immediately said: "This time, the family members are worried, so they have to follow. But don't worry, Mr. Clown, I have already asked them all to wait on the floor below...but there is not much time."
Luo Qiu said indifferently: "Understood."
In a suite, Luo Qiu finally saw Zhong Luochen's grandfather.
One was lying on the bed, with a needle inserted in his arm and an infusion bag hanging, and a large number of instruments were placed beside him. The old man looked haggard and pale, and could even be said to have no color.
He lay there like this, not far from death.
Luo Qiu walked to the old man's side, and suddenly thought, didn't he meet too many old people today? But this distraction didn't affect what he was supposed to do.
Luo Qiu stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old man's face. Some black light spots began to emerge from Zhong Luochen's grandfather's forehead at this time, and were absorbed into Luo Qiu's palm.
At this moment, the door of the suite was knocked suddenly, and a man's voice came: "Luochen! I heard movement, are you back? Open the door! Open the door! You won't let us guard Grandpa, what is it?" What's the meaning?"
The knock on the door was very loud, obviously with great effort, "If you don't open the door, don't blame me for bumping in! Is there anyone else inside?"
Zhong Luochen looked at the door with a anxious expression. From the sound, he knew it was his elder brother Zhong Luoyun... This guy was very suspicious, he must have used some method to monitor him, otherwise it would be too coincidental that his elder brother came to the door just after he came back here.
"Mr. Clown, I don't know..."
Zhong Luochen turned around in a hurry, where could Luo Qiu be seen? It's just that the scene in front of him almost made his heart jump out.
The old man lying on the bed opened his eyes at some point and sat up. Although his face was still haggard, his eyes were still clear.
"Where... is this? Luochen?" the old man said slowly.
At the same time, Zhong Luochen heard such a sentence.
—Guest, we have delivered the goods you asked for. Transaction complete.
Zhong Luochen was in a trance for a moment in a pitch-black world, a scroll of parchment floated and burned before his eyes, and then disappeared. He felt as if something had been pulled out of him, and subconsciously touched his body.
And the line of sight became clear at this time, and he returned to the suite.
Seemingly seeing Zhong Luochen's strange appearance, the old man said slowly again, "Luochen, what are you looking for?"
Zhong Luochen shuddered suddenly, stopped his hands, looked up at the old man, and suddenly fell to the ground.
He... didn't feel the joy he should have at all.
It was like looking at a complete stranger.
"Luochen?" The old man asked for the third time.
Zhong Luochen swallowed his saliva and stood up. He didn't know what his expression was like, he just knew that he had tried his best to make himself look like he was in ecstasy.
"Grandpa! You can wake up, it's... great, great!"