the knife of love

Chapter 191
Shen Chunguang put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood in the middle of the alley, about three or four meters away from Commander Nine.

Seen from such a distance, the Ninth Commander seems to be in the same old condition. There are small pots of green plants in the window, and two sets of tables and chairs scattered under the umbrella at the door. Very rich.

She had never been able to figure out why Guan Lue opened a coffee shop here. There are not many pedestrians here, and the surrounding streets have been remodeled in recent years, so there are even fewer pedestrians entering the alley.

Shen Chunguang looked at the gate of the station for a long time and didn't see a single customer coming in.

This store is clearly a loss-making business!
Guan Lue that prodigal son!
"Miss, are you waiting for someone?" A waiter suddenly came out of Nine Commanders to greet Shen Chunguang, probably because she had been lingering at the door for a long time.

Shen Chunguang couldn't help being a little flustered, and smiled sarcastically: "Yes."

"Would you like to come in for a drink?"

"No need..." She turned and left.

The waiter couldn't help but pouted at the door.

"Who is at the door?" Ye Tan's voice suddenly came from the Ninth Commander.

The waiter spread his hands: "The one passing by seems to be waiting for someone. I want to ask her to come in for a drink."

Ye Tan poked his head out when he heard the words, and happened to catch a glimpse of Shen Chunguang's silhouette turning out of the alley. He was short-haired, thin, and wearing a black sportswear with a hood.

that silhouette...

Ye Tan's heart seemed to be pinched hard by someone, and even her breathing became short of breath. She just froze at the door and shook her head before she ran out in a panic. Unfortunately, Shen Chunguang was nowhere to be seen by the time she ran to the street. shadow.

Such a large living person seems to disappear out of thin air.

In front of Ye Tan was only the busy traffic on the street, and the afterglow of the setting sun slanted down, making her back sweat profusely.

"Sister Ye Zi..." Someone pushed her gently from behind.

Ye Tan shrank back in shock, and when he turned around, his face was covered with cold sweat.

The waiter couldn't help being a little surprised: "What's wrong with you? It's like hell!"

Ye Tan's body swayed again.

Is it really a hell?
The woman just now couldn't be Tang Jingcheng. Tang Jingcheng was burnt to a charred corpse in the explosion three years ago, and Ye Tan went to Pagan specially for this matter.

By the time she arrived, the other people who were injured in the explosion had been sent to the town hospital. Although the bodies of Tang Jingcheng and the other victims had been burned clean, according to the witnesses at the scene, Tang Jingcheng was in the middle of the explosion. It was indeed in front of the computer room during the incident, and one of the deceased was indeed a pregnant woman, whose height and build were almost the same as Tang Jingcheng.

There can be no such coincidence in this world, the person who died must be Tang Jingcheng, and what I saw just now was just a hallucination.

Ye Qin stood in the sunset light and tried to adjust his breathing, constantly comforting himself.

Shen Chunguang finally found a small restaurant near the hotel for dinner.

The storefront is crowded, the lights are not bright enough, there are a few greasy tables scattered here and there, and there are already a few tables of people sitting inside. It looks like migrant workers have just come here to eat after work, and some people are drinking.

The smell of food was mixed with the smell of sweat, and the environment was in a mess. Three years ago, Shen Chunguang's toes would not come in to dip in this place, she thought it was dirty, but now it's completely different.

Now she likes to drill into crowded places, regardless of whether it is clean or not.

Walking in with his hands in his arms, his dark eyes glanced at the small shop.

"Girl, do you want to eat?"

"Ok!"

"Several people?"

"Only me!"

"Then find a seat by yourself and sit down first." A woman who looked like a proprietress rubbed her apron and came over to greet her. Shen Chunguang looked and found that there were no other seats, only the one facing the door.

That's it!
She pulled out a chair and sat down, and the proprietress brought over the menu, which wasn't actually a menu, just a piece of printed, plastic-wrapped paper.

Shen Chunguang casually ordered two dishes and one soup, and when he handed over the menu, he saw the word "tofu".

"and many more!"

"what else?"

"Please show me the menu again!"

"Okay!" The proprietress was very enthusiastic and didn't think it was troublesome.

Shen Chunguang took the menu and looked at it again, but he was still disappointed. The menu was "Homemade Tofu".

It is impossible to come to this small restaurant to have what she wants to eat.

"Add another serving of this!" Shen Chunguang pointed to the words "homemade tofu".

The proprietress was quite honest: "Miss, can you order so much and eat it all by yourself?"

"It's okay, I have a big appetite."

"I have a good appetite, then just wait, I will ask the kitchen to make it for you!" The proprietress took the menu and left.

Shen Chunguang sat alone on the long chair opposite the door. Outside the door was a street with people coming and going, and across the street was a row of shampoo rooms that had begun to light up with pink lights.

Although this area is dilapidated, it has a large population, most of whom are foreigners.

Because it is located in the city center, there are still some old houses that have not been demolished, so the owner divides the old houses into small rooms, and then sublets them to migrant workers who cannot afford to rent apartments or apartment buildings.

In addition, there are many entertainment places such as shampoo shops, bathrooms and massage parlors around, so this area is indeed a mixed bag.

From time to time, groups of migrant workers who just got off work from the construction site pass by, wearing dirty clothes, with disheveled faces, but they still don’t forget to look into the shops with pink lights. Occasionally, they meet girls they know and run away. Come out to say hello, probably old customers, pick each other up, and then leave with a laugh.

Shen Chunguang just sat alone in the small restaurant, lit a cigarette, and looked at the small pink room opposite the door while puffing out smoke rings.

Soon chairs were moved out of the pink room, and girls in short skirts with spaghetti straps began to sit at the door in twos and threes.

At this time, the men are eating, and they haven't reached the time to do business, so all of them have white thighs in the pink light, or play with mobile phones, or eat snacks, but few people talk to each other.

There were also a few girls smoking inside, and the girl Shen Chunguang was facing was also crossing her legs and holding a cigarette in her hand, but the two were separated by a street, and she was sitting with her backlight, so Shen Chunguang couldn't see her clearly. A face, but it should feel young, long straight hair, thin, heavy makeup on the face.

She probably also saw Shen Chunguang, and they looked at each other with the same expressionless face.

This kind of small alley, the situation is full of flavors, this is the real small alley, it is different from the small alley in the studio she bought at a big price before.

The small alleys there have been whitewashed and retouched, looking old, but it is a flashy literary atmosphere, but these are the streets and alleys in front of you, full of people living at the bottom of society, they are vulgar, noisy, dirty Chaotic, but full of life.

This kind of vitality was something that Shen Chunguang despised and tabooed the most before, because the artist's inspiration is always floating, and anything contaminated with the world will affect the artist's inspiration.

What's more, he was born in such a family.

Her hands, for more than 20 years, haven't washed a bowl, haven't dried a piece of clothing, and haven't cooked a meal for anyone. In her previous concept, these were all mundane things.

But why is she so obsessed with these mundane places now?
Because of envy, because she suddenly had a premonition that she would probably never have another in this life.

"Girl, your dishes!" The proprietress brought up two dishes that Shen Chunguang ordered earlier, "Homemade tofu, and soup, the other two are still being prepared, wait a moment!"

Shen Chunguang took out the disposable chopsticks.

"Not urgent."

"Then use it slowly!" The proprietress put the dishes on the table and turned to go to the kitchen.

Shen Chunguang glanced at the homemade tofu in front of him, the soy sauce was sprayed bright red, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

Homemade tofu and pumpkin tofu are two different things.

"Wait a moment!"

"Girl, what else do you need?"

"Wine, is there any wine?"

"Yes, beer or liquor!"

Shen Chunguang pinched out the cigarette: "It's white."

When the wine was served, the rest of the dishes were also served, and she poured a glass for herself. The wine was not good, it was a bit strong, and after half a glass, her stomach was already burning hot.

In fact, her alcohol capacity is average, and she has been lying on the hospital bed for most of the past few years, and Su Jue doesn't allow her to drink, so she can't stand this level of liquor at all, and Shen Chunguang feels a little dizzy after just a few sips.

She raised her head with her arms propped up, just in time to see a bald middle-aged man chatting with the hair-washing woman at the opposite door, probably bargaining for a price, and in the end she didn't know what price she paid. Also followed in.

He closed the door, turned off the lights, and drew the curtains together.

Shen Chunguang smiled and shook the cup in his hand, there was only half a cup left in it.

With half a glass of wine, that woman is enough to start a business.

In fact, many things are so simple, the key is whether you are willing to take the step.

Shen Chunguang drank the wine in the glass, he was already slightly drunk, he took out his wallet from his bag, randomly drew two hundred and bet it on the table.

The wind in the alley was cool, she wrapped her coat all the way to the hotel, and received a call from Yunnan on the way.

"Hey, sister Lulu..." Shen Chunguang had just drank the wine, his body was warm, and even his voice was full of coquettish energy.

Chai Lu panicked when she heard this: "You little goblin, you still remember that I am your sister!"

"Of course! It's impossible to forget Sister Lulu if you forget anyone." Shen Chunguang smiled even more crisply, and asked again, "How is Brother Qing recently? Do you miss Xing'er?"

"I'm thinking about it. I was still talking about you yesterday. There was news from Yunling that you are staying at Brother Jiu's house?"

"No, where did you get all this messy news!"

"Hey... Anyway, don't worry about it, tell me quickly, is brother Jiu stronger than that Su Zhan?"

"...Sister Lulu, what nonsense are you talking about? Brother Nine and I have nothing to do with each other!" Shen Chunguang pretended to be coquettish.

Of course Chai Lu didn't believe it: "Come on, your flirtatious ability to coax Su Zhan is fine, don't pretend in front of me!"

Shen Chunguang didn't bother to refute if she insisted on saying that.

"Sister Lulu called me, what's the matter?"

"Just to ask you, is Brother Jiu coming to Yunnan again in a while?"

(End of this chapter)