The city of Los Angeles at night is particularly beautiful.

In the high-rise residential buildings, beige street lamps gently sprinkle from above pedestrians, reflecting on the ground, cars, and pedestrians. Reflected in the surroundings, it forms a warm circle of light, although the weather is cold, it makes people feel warm to watch.

(PS: January 20th at 8 p.m. continue to update, thank you for your support and encouragement to the little pig for more than three years, not much to say, only to create more excellent works to repay everyone, 2018, I wish you all a happy new year!)

Everyone was wandering on the street in twos and threes, and the roadside stall owners on both sides were also shouting one after another.

"Fried noodles, fried pho!"

"Come on, come on! The cold powder just out of the pot! 5 yuan a piece, it's not delicious, and you don't need money!"

"Red heart sweet potato, red heart sweet potato, keep it sweet and sweet!"

Today is the last day of 17 years.

Dongzi walked aimlessly down the street, carrying a cold bottle of beer in his hand.

No matter what the weather, what time of day, he doesn't like room temperature wine.

"Master. The phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune time, and when he looked at the name, it was the old rascal Master.

"Where?"

"Los Angeles. ”

"Going back?"

Dongzi took a big sip of wine, and his nasal voice was very enjoyable.

He didn't answer Master's words.

"Okay, boy, don't call me when you drink, it's not interesting enough!"

"Jinghua Road, old place. ”

"Okay. ”

The foot involuntarily came to the old place in his mouth.

The boss is still the same boss, but he is the only one around.

"Little brother, I haven't been here for a long time!"

The boss rubbed his hands together, rubbed back and forth on the oil-stained apron a few times with lightning speed, and neatly lifted the stool and let Dongzi sit down.

Dongzi smiled and nodded.

"Or is it the same as the old three?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay!"

The boss was halfway there, but suddenly turned back.

"Let's wait for that girl, how are you two doing?

He didn't notice the look on Toko's face.

Dongzi sat under the street lamp with his back, and the darkness wrapped him tightly.

Observing words and looking at things is the boss's strength, and seeing that the guests did not answer, he also left to prepare the meal with interest.

The meal hadn't arrived yet, but Master had arrived as scheduled.

He's always so fast.

"Boy, how did you remember to come back? Who told me before that he didn't want to go back to this sad place?"

Master always knows where the scar in his heart is, but he shamelessly touches his wound and tears him apart, but he has his own way to suture it up again.

Toko nodded, then shook her head again.

"Come, two guests, peanuts and edamame, 10 strings of tendons, 5 big kidneys, and a bundle of beer. ”

This is his old three, or is it hers?

"Come on, tomorrow is the new year, don't ......"

"Come on, give me a seat!"

There are always people who are out of place.

A few gangsters, their heads are dyed like spicy cabbage, their legs are dizzy, their pants are like being besieged by a pack of mad dogs, and this piece of white meat is exposed in winter.

Looking at Dongzi and his master.

Only this table has few people, so it's easy to bully.

"Are you coming or am I coming?"

Master, the old rascal, had already begun to eat and drink, and he didn't care about the few people behind him.

"I'm in a bad mood. ”

Five words, six or seven seconds?

This is the end of this complex interpersonal and social relationship.

The people around looked at Dongzi and the old hooligan, and it was hard to believe that they were dazzled by the scene just now.

"Come on!" Master poured Dongzi a full cup of beer, the local beer of Luoshi, and the beer of Luo's father-in-law.

It was very bitter, but Dongzi drank it all.

"Happy New Year. ”

Looking at the crowd of people coming and going on the pedestrian street next to him, Dongzi spoke in the dark.

"Happy New Year. ”

"Happy New Year! Let him pass if it's gone!"

The two clashed glasses.

Syllable.

The street light was broken, and it flickered a few times unwillingly, and it didn't light up at all.

In the dark, there were ripples on the two bottles of Luo's beer...... Farther and farther away, with no end in sight.