Chapter 945

“Hidingfromtherainandsnow

TryingtoforgetbutIwon'tletgo

Lookingatacrowdedstreet

Listeningtomyownheartbea … … "

In the Leisure Bar, a resident singer was singing affectionately. On the night of the first day of the New Year, everywhere revealed a kind of desolate atmosphere. Shanghai, which had a large proportion of foreign population, during the New Year, people would return home and because of this, it became a little empty.

This era, was the era where mankind received information explosion, but the spirit was empty and pale. A lot of people were thinking, every year at this time of the year, after all, the effort and effort to return home, in the end, why?

But no matter how much they did not understand, no matter how much they resisted, when it was time to go home, they still had to go home. After all, day after day, whether it was fast or slow, the unchanging life, at the end of the year, they had to make some changes, they had to think of giving themselves a new start. Therefore, they followed the tide back home to celebrate the New Year.

Jie Ling sat in a corner of the leisure bar. The number of people in the leisure bar was not many, but it was not much less than usual. The owner of the leisure bar was a person who knew how to do business, before the New Year, he had already created momentum on Weibo, inviting the youngsters who did not return home to celebrate the New Year to come to his leisure bar as a guest, and promised that the drinks were free of charge.

Of course, the boss would not do a losing business, the reason why people did not return home to celebrate the New Year was not to sing about their loneliness here. The drinks were free of charge, but the waiter would directly ask you what kind of dessert you wanted. Those desserts, were much more expensive than usual, of course, those who had the leisure to come here, naturally would not be stingy on this point.

As a result, the business of the leisure bar's owner was able to maintain the previous standard during the New Year, and these youngsters who did not return home in Shanghai could have a gathering place to pass the time.

The coffee and desserts in front of Jie Ling, were not touched at all, he just quietly sat there listening to the song.

Jie Ling was not a person from Shanghai, not even a person from Zhejiang, his hometown was in Liaoning, but he had been working hard in Shanghai for a long time, and later got to know his own boss.

Home, to him, did not have any meaning, his parents were long gone, his only sister also had her own family, he also did not plan to go back.

For the audience, actually a lot of things, could be seen very indifferent, this included, family love.

"It's raining."

It was unknown who said that in the bar;

Jie Ling looked out of the window, the rain had already begun, injected a touch of moisture into the relatively cold air.

He stood up, walked out of the leisure bar, stretched out his hand, stretched out his hand, and straightened his suit, and then slowly walked into the rain.

"What a strange person."

Opposite the Leisure Bar was a hotel. Behind the window of one of the side rooms of the hotel stood a young man with a bloody nose and swollen face. The young man's body was wrapped with a lot of bandages. He looked very miserable.

That's right, this was Count Shar.

Since he was beaten up by Su Baihai more than a month ago, he had not left Shanghai but continued to stay here. It had to be said that his courage was really commendable.

Standing beside Earl Sal was Gu Fan, who was wearing a black pullover and a pair of Nike sneakers. It seemed that Gu Fan was trying to hide his identity. After all, it was necessary for Gu Fan to be meticulous in his suit and collar when he went out.

"There are many people like him in Shanghai." Gu Fan reminded him.

"Haha, I don't need you to remind me." Earl Sal pointed to his face and said, "I was beaten by your friend."

After that, Earl Sal left the window, picked up a glass of whiskey on the table, and took a sip. The strong liquor flowed down his throat and into his lungs, which brought him a feeling of carefreeness.

"So, do you want to stay here to take revenge?" asked Gu Fan.

Earl Sha Er shook his head. "I was beaten because I'm not strong enough to beat him. I deserve to be beaten like this. If I stay here just to be a venomous snake waiting for a chance to take revenge, then you think too much of me. Taking revenge is boring, it's not for me. But you, you look a little depressed. What's wrong? "

"It's also a shame. Let's not talk about it. Do you have a glass? Can you buy me a drink?"

Earl Sal poured whiskey into an empty glass beside him, and the glass floated up and fell into Gu Fan's hand.

"You Chinese people's attitude towards the Spring Festival is just like the ancient Greek city-states' attitude towards the Olympic Games. During the Spring Festival, all conflicts, even wars, can be put aside for the time being." Earl Sal took another sip of whiskey and yawned. Apparently, he was a little tired, which was also a gesture to ask the guest to leave.

Gu Fan straightened his clothes and said seriously, "My former friends know that I'm a western listener."

"Isn't that good? You're a member of the Western circle. You made your own choice," Earl Shar said noncommittally.

"Earl Sal, do you want to confirm whether that woman will come back or not?" Gu Fan asked.

"That's not something you need to worry about," Earl Shar said straightforwardly.

"This time, the broadcast has been off for three months. The purpose is to focus on dealing with the group of people who left about a year ago. That woman brought you a lot of nightmares, so the Western circle wants to know as soon as possible if she can return and if she has already died there."

"So? What do you want to say?" Earl Sal shrugged with a playful smile.

"Did they come back by train?" Gu Fan asked.

Earl Shar blinked his eyes in surprise. "How could someone at your level know that? I was also told about this by my superiors. "

"It's just a coincidence. I planned to book a high-speed train ticket the day before yesterday, but I couldn't pay for it. Later, I asked one of my men to book it for me, but he told me that there was no high-speed train at the time I saw it.

Ordinary people can't see it at all, but the audience can see it. It must be the reason why the radio deliberately set it up. "

Gu Fan took out his mobile phone and clicked on a ticketing app. "There is a train from Xi 'an to Shanghai every day at eight o' clock in the morning. The audience can't buy it, and ordinary people can't see it. Earl Sal, you have been staying in Shanghai, so I boldly guessed that those people must have come back by this train that doesn't exist at all.

As for which day it will be at 8 am, I don't know. But I don't think it will be too late. The radio station said that it would stop broadcasting for three months. Now that more than two months have passed, it should be around this time. "

"Actually, it doesn't make much difference whether you know it or not." Earl Sal tilted his head slightly and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'm a patient and need to rest."

Gu Fan said goodbye, got out of the elevator, and walked out of the hotel. When he walked to his car, a young man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses was standing across the road and looking at him.

"You didn't go far," Gu Fan greeted him calmly.

Jie Ling shook his head, looked at Gu Fan, and then looked up at the hotel above.

He didn't say anything.

It was not that he had nothing to say.

He was too lazy to talk.

…

Ying Yinger's studio had almost become a freezer. Ying Yinger even had to take out her fur and wrap it around her body. She curled up in the corner, and her eyebrows were covered with frost. She was shivering.

She was so cold. She was really cold.

However, she did not leave because she had no reason to leave. Her client and her patient had an accident during the treatment. As a doctor and a therapist, she naturally had no reason to leave first.

However,

"It's really cold."

There were already many wine bottles at Ying Yinger's feet. She drank them to keep warm. The heating system in the room seemed to be unable to bear the pressure and had already broken down.

"Wake up quickly," Ying Yinger said in a low voice. She really couldn't bear the low temperature.

Two drops of blood had flowed out of the jade bottle in Su Bai's trouser belt. They had integrated into Su Bai's body one after another, helping Su Bai to stimulate the memory of the blood. At this time, the third drop of blood also seemed to begin to move. It carried a strange aura, as if it was about to break out of a cocoon. It was obviously different from the first two drops of blood.

However, just as it dripped out of the jade bottle, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the jade bottle. A layer of zombie murderous aura instantly covered the entire jade bottle, completely mending the cracks on the bottle.

The last drop of blood hit the wall of the bottle, but the wall did not move. In the end, it could only stop and quiet down with great unwillingness!

At this time, Ying Yinger finally felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Her tears were about to fall. It was not that she was worried about Su Bai, but because of her professionalism or professional bottom line, she did not allow herself to leave the patient whose situation was unknown.

Therefore, Su Bai, who had slowly sat up from the bed, was a kind of relief for her. She staggered to her feet. She wanted to leave this place. She wanted to find a sweat shop to make up for the cold she had just suffered.

"You're awake." Ying Yinger rubbed her hands as she walked towards Su Bai,

Then, she stopped,

The man in front of her did not have the joy of waking up and regaining consciousness, nor did he respond to her words. There was not even the slightest bit of feedback in his eyes,

It was as if he was still immersed in the dream and had not completely "Woken up", but his body language and his aura clearly showed that he had completely woken up

After a while,

Two streams of blood tears flowed from the corners of Su Bai's eyes,

He..,

Was crying?