Xiangguang meets you

Chapter 130 In Saigon Rainy Season

The downpour of rain washed the old streets, and the old houses left over from the colonial era were hidden in the rain curtains, and the walls painted in light blue, white or yellow showed mottled traces.

Bai Cang's eyes also appeared blurred and mottled for a moment. After waking up, this young boy's feeling of losing control made him very uncomfortable.

A cold light flashed in his dark eyes, and he raised his hand to teach the mischievous "big rabbit" a profound lesson, but it was too late.

"Wow, it's raining!" A group of tourists rushed towards the shop in a panic in the rain, and directly separated him from him.

Bai Cang took a quick step back in embarrassment, he hated crowded places the most.

Wen Nianbai looked at his cold appearance, and the tourists around him subconsciously kept their distance from this cool, handsome guy wearing sunglasses and saying "I'm not easy to mess with."

She chuckled, rolled her eyes, and then took the initiative to pass through the crowd, leaned over, and stood beside him.

Bai Cang looked at the heavy rain outside the shop expressionlessly, as if he didn't see her.

Wen Nianbai was not annoyed, he just stood on the side, looking outside the shop, contentedly stretching out his hands to catch the raindrops falling from the eaves.

The splashing water droplets soaked her little arms in a short while, she shook it happily, and continued to touch the rain.

The aunt of the tourist group on the side was also bored, looked at her, and asked tentatively: "Little girl, are you Chinese?"

Wen Nianbai smiled and turned around: "Yes, Auntie."

The retired aunt is always enthusiastic, especially the aunt who is bored waiting for the tour group in the rain. She immediately chatted with Wen Nianbai about various experiences of traveling in Vietnam.

Wen Nianbai had the face of a gentle and good girl who was born to please the elders, after a while, several aunts nearby started chatting with her.

Someone naturally noticed such a stern and handsome boy like Bai Cang with a face of "don't get close to strangers", or they have always noticed, after all, his sense of presence is too strong, and he occupies a corner by himself.

But Wen Nianbai, a kind and pleasant girl, obviously knew her.

"Hey, is that your brother?" The gossip aunt couldn't help asking.

After Wen Nianbai found out that the aunt had asked, Bai Cang's coldness became even more serious.

She bent her eyes and smiled: "No."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently took his arm, pulled his slender hand unceremoniously, and gently pressed her fingertips into his palm.

Although Wen Nianbai didn't speak, the aunts on the side understood instantly, and laughed ambiguously: "Oh, my boyfriend is still my husband."

Wen Nianbai still smiled but didn't answer, just turned to look at him with his chin raised slightly, and tapped his palm with his fingertips.

Although Bai Cang didn't show it on the face, he was a little irritable by her almond eyes that had been looking at her moist and charming and her fingertips playing tricks on his palm.

There were people all around him, even if he wanted to do something, he couldn't help it. He suppressed the anger that was provoked, and simply squeezed his fingers, held her hand, and gave her a warning glance.

Wen Nianbai let out a chuckle "puchi", but was honest, he directly withdrew his hand, and obediently stood aside to continue talking to the aunts.

Bai Cang turned his face expressionlessly, looking out at the world surrounded by heavy rain.

It's just that the itchy and strange feeling of being licked on the pierced ears just now lingers, making his eyes a little manic, and he looks coldly at the street outside the door.

In the rainy season in Saigon, it is so humid that people feel uncomfortable.

……

In the rainy season, the rain clouds come and disperse quickly, but within half an hour, a round of bright sun hangs in the sky again.

The tourists dispersed.

Wen Nianbai walked out from under the eaves of the central market with the things he bought, and looked down at his shoes stepping on a layer of shallow water, and a layer of reflected light spread out.

She raised her head and pressed her hat, turned around and smiled at Bai Cang: "Let's go, I'll take you to rest, but we have to call a car, the place we're going to is a bit far from here."

Bai Cang looked at her, his eyes behind the sunglasses were strange, but he said calmly, "Okay."

The transpiration of water vapor after the rain lowers the air temperature and makes the air more humid. The typical tropical plants such as big leaf palmetto and dripping Guanyin on the side of the street are thick green and fresh, just like...

The girl who bent her eyes and smiled at him in front of him.

She was wearing a man's woven straw hat, and her fine and fair cheeks and the tiny hair around her face were dyed with tiny raindrops, and her braids and skirt corners were also a little wet.

This kind of wetness and moisture made her like a delicate peach soaked in mist, clean and tempting to pick.

What is she going to do?
She used to avoid him all the time, and when she was forced not to look at him, she also tried hard not to be seduced by him.

Suddenly, she seemed to have changed her appearance, and approached him actively, seducing him jerkyly.

……

The taxi took them to their destination in 10 minutes.

Getting out of the car, Bo Cang looked around and found that this place was not much different from other places in Saigon, only older.

The wires are messily wound on the poles, the streets are narrow, and small cafes of various styles can be seen everywhere.

The pace of life of the locals is slow, and many people can be seen sitting in cafes at this time, and the aroma of hand-ground Dettol coffee is permeated in the air.

According to the presence of many western tourists, Bai Cang judged that this place is not far from the city center, near the old-fashioned residential area.

Wen Nianbai led him into the not too wide street and walked slowly.

She raised her hand and brushed her soft hair, squinted her eyes and looked forward: "I still like to call this place Saigon, not Ho Chi Minh City, because the name Saigon is like a charming old dream left over from the last century. There are many things and things here. The breath hasn't changed much from the last century."

In this old street, time slows down in the aroma of coffee and sticky tropical water vapor.

It seems that I can always accidentally walk into the time and space of the 30s and [-]s, and see the joys and sorrows in those old books and movies.

She likes the atmosphere of the old days. Saigon is like a mixed-race courtesan who survived by pawning herself in the old days of the colonial era.

Bo Cang glanced at the surrounding area. Although the European-style colonial-style buildings here have some new paint, the peeling wall paint can still be seen. They are all old buildings with a history of at least several decades, or a more vicissitudes of life. small temple.

Yes, it's not too different from many scenes in the "Lover" movie.

Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at Wen Nianbai's attire again.

He knew why Wen Nianbai's clothes looked so familiar.

Double braids, men's top hats, silk suspenders...

This is 80.00% similar to the dress of the heroine Jane in the movie "Lover".

He was about to speak, but Wen Nianbai suddenly stopped in his tracks and pointed to a nearby building: "Here we are, shall we go in?"

Bai Cang paused, then turned his gaze to the building. It is a three-story French-style building that occupies a large area. The height of each floor is more than four meters. .

"The Embankment Hotel?" He raised his eyebrows slightly. For some reason, he felt that the word "Cholon" was a bit familiar.

Hotel?

She brought him to the hotel?

Bai Cang's eyes were slightly dark, and he looked at the little woman who was facing him a little unfathomably: "I remember you said that there are two types of hotels in Vietnam, one of which doesn't accept foreigners?"

Wen Nianbai nodded, and went up to push open the old-fashioned shutter door: "Yes, one is called Hotel, and the other is called Khach San. The former accepts foreigners, while the latter does not accept foreigners. It is probably like a domestic guest house, but the environment is also different. not bad."

She added calmly: "Don't worry, this is a hotel."

Bai Cang also followed her into the door. It is undeniable that he was aroused by her curiosity, but he wanted to see what she wanted to do, and he would not really bring him to open the room.

After all, their passports were all in the safe in the hotel room, and they were not brought out, so it was impossible for foreigners like them to check in.

But soon, he discovered that regulations are dead, but people are alive.

As soon as he entered, he saw Wen Nianbai going to the front desk next to him to say hello.

Bo Cang looked around. This is a retro hotel, with retro hanging four-page wooden fans, dark green leather old-fashioned sofas, Saigon-style oil paintings hanging on light blue walls, classical grandfather clocks, In the corner, there are shrines enshrined like every household in Vietnam.

These arrangements make people think that they have walked into the Saigon Hotel in the old days of the 30s unintentionally.

There was an extra male voice in the voice at the front desk, and the voice was quite magnetic, which made Bai Cang look at it subconsciously.

Sure enough, at some point there was a European man at the front desk. He was around 50 or [-] years old, wearing a floral shirt, with a cigar in his mouth, and his appearance...not bad.

But no matter how old he was, he had the greasy look of an old playboy, and he wanted to hook up with little girls.

Bai Cang saw clearly that Wen Nianbai was communicating with the European man in Vietnamese and English, a coldness flashed in his eyes behind the sunglasses.

"Bai Cang, let me introduce you." Wen Nianbai turned his face and introduced to him briskly: "This is my good friend—Old Jin En."

Bai Cang listened to Wen Nianbai's tone of voice, and then the coldness in his eyes dissipated a lot. When she introduced, there was no ambiguity or strangeness at all.

And that man...

He glanced at the other party, and the other party gave him a friendly uncle smile.

Insignificant personnel.

After making the judgment, he nodded coldly, without speaking, and turned to look at the old objects in the display cabinets by the wall.

Wen Nianbai turned his head and said apologetically to Old Jin En, "I'm sorry, that's just how he is."

Old Jin En was smoking a cigar, and a smile flashed in his blue eyes: "It doesn't matter, a proud gentleman always has capital, he has a beautiful face, and his figure looks like a family boy, and he also attracts ladies in Europe." like."

Old Jin En is a veteran. He has always liked fitness and fighting. He also has his own muay thai club. After glancing at Bai Cang's exposed arms and frame, he made a judgment in his heart.

Wen Nianbai said softly, "This is my 'Jane'."

Old Jin En touched the top of her head, pressed down her men's straw hat, chuckled and shook his head: "Now, you are 'Jane'."

Wen Nianbai paused, resting his chin, bent his almond eyes and smiled lightly at him: "Yes."

Today, she is "Jane"

……

Wen Nianbai took the key and walked to Bai Cang, and handed him the key and a bag: "Go, room 201 upstairs, you can change and wash it."

Bai Cang looked at the things she handed over, and was stunned for a moment: "Change, I thought..."

He glanced in the direction of old Jin En, and then did not continue talking.

"Why?" Seeing that he stopped talking, she pursed her lips and asked teasingly.

Bai Cang said calmly: "I thought you came to open the room."

Since she doesn't care about being reserved, he naturally doesn't care either.

Wen Nianbai raised his eyebrows and snorted softly: "Isn't this a house opening?"

As she spoke, she raised the bag and key in her hand: "Do you want it?"

Bai Cang looked at the bag in Wen Nianbai's hand, and then remembered that they had been to the central market before.

The so-called market is naturally a tourist market, which sells various specialties and some local style clothes, both for local people and for retail.

Wen Nianbai took him shopping for a while, and then picked out two men's tops and trousers with local style and soft texture, saying that they were bought for her father.

He wouldn't buy anything in this kind of place at all, so naturally he just looked around casually.

But what did she mean by giving him the clothes?Did you buy it for him to wear?

He really wanted to change his clothes. He wore this clothes by himself. When he was hiding from the rain in the porch just now, some muddy water was splashed on his trousers and shoes, and the sticky feeling of sweat on his body made him very uncomfortable.

but……

Wen Nianbai looked at Bai Cang's brows slightly frowned, with an undisguised look of disgust, she raised her eyebrows: "I just went to change temporarily, take the changed clothes to the waiter to wash and dry, and you can change back to yourself in two hours." The original clothes."

She originally bought these clothes for her father. Although the material of Vietnamese silk is not as good as lake silk, but the style is unique, she borrowed him to wear it temporarily, and still hate it?

Bai Cang coughed lightly and took it over: "Thank you."

Then, he turned around and was about to go upstairs, but found that Wen Nianbai had no intention of going up with him at all.

"Aren't you going up?"

Wen Nianbai folded his hands behind his back, turned and walked in the direction of old Jin En indifferently: "I'm wearing a skirt, it's cool, and I don't think there's anything dirty about this dress."

Bai Cang's gaze paused on her slender back, and then he chuckled.

It turned out that it was really a simple "open room"

He also thought that this honey peach rabbit spirit would do something shocking.

It was he who looked up to her.

Bai Cang turned and went upstairs.

Looking at the key in his hand, he pursed the corner of his lower lip with a half-smile.

It must be admitted that he has some regrets.

……

After Bai Cang finished bathing, he looked at the set of clothes, was silent for a while, and put them on anyway.

He's not that hypocritical, and it's not that he didn't wear clothes that were much worse than this in his early years. It's just that his rigor and habits over the years have made him have specific requirements for his outfit.

He looked at himself in the mirror. In fact, this set of soft pajamas is not ugly, but because it is not his size, it is a little shorter and looks a little weird.

He found with some helplessness that he could not leave the door of the room for the time being.

Bai Cang called the waiter to come up, handed over the clothes and shoes to the other party, and simply told him to finish it as soon as possible and gave a tip.

The waiter is very enthusiastic about the generous customer and immediately goes to deal with his things.

And Wen Nianbai didn't seem to have any intention of coming up to the room, no, that cunning and timid big rabbit would naturally not come up.

She was afraid that she would not be able to withstand the temptation, so let him eat her?
A guy who dared to tempt him, but didn't have the guts to suffer the consequences.

With a chuckle, he walked into the room wiping his hair, and simply looked around.

The layout in the room is the same as downstairs, a nostalgic layout of colonial mixed with oriental style, the table is covered with lace tablecloth, and the windows are also painted blue shutters.

The balcony was open, and a wicker chair was wobbly at the door of the balcony. Outside the window was a large piece of fat and tender green leaves of Indian jasmine, and there was a pot of green and enchanting sunflower on the balcony.

He didn't turn on the air conditioner, but turned on the old-fashioned hanging wooden four-leaf lamp ceiling fan, went to the rattan chair and sat down, took a sunflower fan and shook it gently.

Looking at the mottled light spots falling on the balcony outside the window, the subtropical afternoon atmosphere makes people feel tired.

Bo Cang propped his forehead, his thoughts gradually became lazy and tired, he looked at the fragrant Indian jasmine blossoms with white petals and yellow stamens outside the window, and slightly curved the corners of his lips.

So, was she here last night?
The hotel with the theme of "L'amant", the peach rabbit will be enjoyable.

The woman is a self-pleaser, she is to meet that British uncle named old Jin En just now?

When Bo Cang saw the courtyard facing the sun, he immediately guessed that Wen Nianbai came here last night.

However, he didn't take it to heart.

With just one glance, he knew that the other party was not a threat.

……

Wen Nianbai sat in front of the bar, lazily resting his chin on his arm: "Jin En, have a glass of 'Jane'."

Old Jin En looked at her and raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure, little Skylark?"

Unlike the 'Lover' cocktail which is rich and exciting but low in alcohol content, 'Jane' is a real spirit.

"Of course." Wen Nianbai nodded, almond eyes staring at Old Jin En: "I've been an adult for a long time, can't I drink?"

Always calling her Little Skylark, in his eyes, is she still a female student?

But even if she was a female student when she met him, she was already an adult.

Old Jin En smiled heartily with a cigar in his mouth: "Of course."

With that said, he turned to bartending.

After a while, a light green to dark green cocktail was prepared, with a slice of lemon on the side, which looked beautiful and refreshing.

Wen Nianbai took it over and took a sip of the wine. The sweetness of mint, lemon and rose gradually converged on the tip of the tongue into a seductive green aroma.

Like a green and sweet girl, tempting to pick.

Charming without knowing it.

It is easier for people to relax their vigilance, gradually adding one cup after another, so that people don't know when they will get drunk in this tempting wine.

The hangover feeling, how many comfortable ones are there?

So this is another signature cocktail 'Girl Jane' from 'Lover' bar.

"Little Skylark, you are so charming today." Old Jin En's vicissitudes of blue eyes seemed to see everything, and he smiled softly and tacitly at her secretly, and clinked a glass of dark blue 'Tony' with her.

"Thank you." Wen Nianbai picked up the wine glass to touch him, and drank lazily.

……

Two hours later, Bai Cang changed back into his clothes and went downstairs to find Wen Nianbai, but he didn't see anyone at the front desk.

However, he heard music.

The most old-fashioned vinyl disc music from the gramophone, the tune is special and unusually blurred and melodious.

He walked over to the music, pushed open a door, and found himself in a retro-style bar from the last century.

At this time, there were naturally no customers in the bar, and the chairs were stacked on the table.

No, there are still guests, and the jerk is dancing with the boss.

"Por una cabeza" in "Scent of a Woman" is reaching its climax, and the slender girl, led by a middle-aged European gentleman, spins down her waist.

Her snow-white feet were tiptoed, and her braids were a little messy, like a beautiful orchid dancing and bending gently in the wind.

The vicissitudes of life but handsome middle-aged European gentleman, politely and gently lead the girl to turn around, and perform beautiful dance steps in the empty old tavern.

An elegant and gentle tango, with the violin rhythm so bright and seductive, made the pair of male and female partners look so well-matched and harmonious, just like the pictures in old European movies.

The afternoon light came in from the window, outlining the hazy light and shadow on them, fascinating the viewers.

Two waiters who were cleaning were standing by the door with mops. One of them was a western backpacker who came to earn travel expenses. He couldn't help asking in English in a low voice: "Is this old Jin En's Chinese lover? She is so beautiful." .”

"That's old Jin En's favorite lady. We've known each other for many years, but she still looks like an underage girl. Maybe it's because of other reasons that they can't be together. Old Jin En has been Open a tavern here and wait for this young lady."

A local waiter with freckles replied in a low voice in English with a sigh on his face, while imagining the sadomasochistic love in an old movie.

"My God, this is even more heartbreaking than Duras' "The Lover." The western waiter expressed emotion.

They stopped talking for fear of spoiling such a beautiful scene.

Bo Cang was listening, but the expression on his face became colder and colder.

With his IQ, of course he knows that a dance is nothing. He also knows that it is impossible for Wen Nianbai to be with Old Jin En, and he also knows which waiters are just making up ridiculous stories on their own.

But seeing such a picture made him feel extremely dazzling, as if even he was an inconspicuous supporting role, and only the young oriental girl and the middle-aged European gentleman in the tavern were the protagonists of the story.

He watched coldly with a blank face, and suddenly pulled the corner of his lower lip.

Ah, he hates watching movies anyway.

He strode over, under the surprised eyes of the waiters, he raised his hand and grabbed the heroine's arm, and pulled it into his arms, and said coldly: "It's time to go back, Ruan Mingheng has a business meeting tonight." Dinner."

"Crack" the beautiful and intoxicating picture shattered and returned to reality.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Bai Cang looked at the obvious dissatisfaction of the others because he suddenly broke in and broke such a beautiful picture, and sneered secretly.

Wen Nianbai was tugged, he staggered back two steps, raised his eyes to look at him, narrowed his eyes, a smile appeared in his moist eyes, turned around and leaned lazily against him: "You are here, really slow!"

At this moment, Bai Cang smelled the faint smell of alcohol on her body, and then he looked at Old Jin En coldly: "Has she been drinking?"

Old Jin En shrugged, but he didn't mind at all that he took away his partner: "Little Skylark insisted on drinking, maybe two glasses, not too much."

Not too much?
Bo Cang glanced at the wine glass on the bar, then raised his hand to grab the wine glass and took a sniff: "Cocktails with whiskey and brandy are all strong alcohol."

This is not much, if you can't drink it, you can drink this cocktail in a glass!

It is common sense that mixing alcohol makes one easily intoxicated.

Old Jin En smiled and cut off the tail of another cigar and smoked it: "That's true, but I know Little Skylark, she can't pour two glasses."

learn?

This word made Bai Cang feel inexplicably suffocated.

Bai Cang looked at Old Jin En's deep but charming face despite the vicissitudes of life, and said coldly: "No, you don't understand."

As he said that, he turned around and gently picked up the barefoot Wen Nianbai and walked out.

Wen Nianbai only felt light and a little dizzy, and then found that she was carried away by Bo Cang. She was not annoyed, but simply raised her arms around his neck, and said lazily: "Go to 201 Well, there's still something to do."

Automatically interpreting Wen Nianbai's words as going up to change shoes and wash feet, Bai Cang didn't think much about it, and walked upstairs with a cold face.

Through his shoulder, Wen Nianbai looked at the old Jin En who came out, and watched him make a "come on" gesture and wink to himself.

She also bent her beautiful eyes and nodded slightly.

Wine, it's a good thing. After two glasses of 'Girl Jane', she also has the courage to be as presumptuous and vile as Jane.

……

Seeing him carry her into the room, he originally planned to let her wash her feet, but she relied on him and refused to move.

Bo Cang had no choice but to wash her feet with water with a cold face, but he didn't care how she came out, so he went out of the bathroom.

It didn't matter to Wen Nianbai, he moistened his face with water, stepped on the disposable slippers and followed behind him in a patter, patter, out.

Bo Cang casually put aside the silk pajamas bag that he had replaced, took a cigarette and placed it casually, and said indifferently: "After you put on your shoes, call the car to go back..."

But the last half sentence was not uttered, because a hand suddenly covered the back of his hand, and a slim figure stood very close behind him, almost touching his back: "Are you in a hurry?"

Her voice was very soft, like a layer of water, her palm was soft, and her fingertips slowly dug into his.

Bai Cang paused, then narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and looked down at the person in front of him.

She was also looking up at him, the corners of her eyes and cheeks were dyed a slightly drunken crimson color, the fine strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, her braids were loose, and the water droplets on her face slid down her delicate skin and gathered on her chin .

Her soft body is now gently covering him, like the soft sunflowers on the balcony, exuding the fresh breath after the rain.

"You don't want to go back, do you know what you are doing?" He looked at her, his eyes were dark and cold, but his cool and calm voice had become slightly dull at this moment.

She laughed, there was still lipstick on her pink lips, she raised her hand and rubbed her lips, and then put her lipstick-dyed fingers on his thin lips: "Peach-flavored lipstick, don't you want to try it?" ?"

Bai Cang narrowed his eyes, and suddenly opened his mouth to bite her slender fingers, and said with a half-smile: "I have tasted it, what do you want me to taste?"

The pain on her fingertips made her frown, and she whispered softly, "It hurts."

She lowered her eyelashes, and the shadow of the afternoon sun outside the window was dispersed by the blinds into streaks of fine golden light, falling on her fair face, soft eyelashes and snow-white shoulders with thin suspenders.

Such a simple picture made Bo Cang suddenly realize that the temperature in Saigon in the afternoon is too hot.

He closed his eyes, let go of his lips, took a puff of the menthol cigarette, and said lightly: "Don't make trouble, or you will hurt even more later."

She understood what he meant.

Withdrawing her fingers, she licked the small marks on her fingertips, bent her black jade-like eyes and chuckled: "In the movie, Jane told Tony that she didn't want him to talk to her all the time, she Hope he does to her what he does to other women, and I want you to do the same to me."

Bai Cang paused, looked down at her with a gloomy expression, and after a while, he sighed and gently pushed her away: "You're drunk."

Afterwards, he turned around and walked out the door, pulling his collar calmly. The stuffy heat and humid moisture in the room made him suddenly feel that this room was unbearable.

……

Wen Nianbai looked at his Xiu Tiao's back, and suddenly chuckled, with a bit of lazy frivolity and teasing: "Are you running away?"

Bo Cang's footsteps stopped, and he turned his face. At the moment, there was a gloomy and cold shadow on his handsome face, but ice-cold flames danced in his eyes.

He turned around and closed the door, walked towards her step by step, until she reached her, and began to unbutton his clothes one by one, and asked lightly, "Why are you provocative?"

Not timid or afraid, she suddenly pushed him to sit down, turned up, looked down at him, and smiled brightly: "No reason, because I figured it out, the lover is a good story, so let's finish the show together?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head and kissed his delicate Adam's apple.

……

The light outside the window was a bit harsh, and the street outside the shutters was full of traffic, and the noise floated in through the shutters and the door.

Bai Cang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the four-leaf ceiling fan shaking on the ceiling. How did it feel when the girl kissed his lover in the movie?
Maybe it's like now, sweet and slightly astringent, like that glass of mint wine, he didn't know what it tasted at first.

And now, he knows.

Fascinating dizziness and suffocation.

She doesn't have to kiss his lips, he can also taste the breath...

　Don't mind throwing out all the long chapters in a chapter.

　　Thank you for your rewards.

　　Late bird again ~ sorry

　　
　
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