The price meter was beating at a rapid speed, Su Meng looked at the watch of the meter and felt that he might have a heart attack, and the car from where he lived to the address of the business card took a total of an hour, and he actually charged tens of thousands of yuan. Su Meng touched the small money that had been dropped, and sure enough, everything in Tokyo was expensive. Fortunately, the number can still be connected, and after a long line tone, the opposite side is connected. Su Meng took a deep breath and said softly,

"Yes...... Is Song Qing holding it?"

There was a pause on the other side, and a familiar voice rang out,

"That kid from China Street?"

Su Meng's heart finally fell to the ground, and she responded with a smile. The other side also smiled, and then asked,

"It's the guy who paints medalfish on his clothes, right?"

“......”

Su Meng thought that if he didn't have any money on him at that time, he must take a taxi back immediately.

When Su Meng saw Song Qingzhi, the other party was playing table ball leisurely. The table hall is located in a large hall with floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the top floor of this building, and there is a bar serving wine next to the table table, where the waiter is polishing his wine glass, and there is a casual coffee booth by the window. There was a lot of music in the hall.

Song Qingzhi turned his back to him and handed the club to the person next to him. Su Meng was a little restrained, the air in the room was a little too cold, and he was a little uncomfortable with the rapid change of extremely hot to extremely cold, and sneezed. Song Qingzhi turned to look at him and walked towards him with a smile.

"When did you come?"

"Just arrived last night. ”

"You...... Come to me?"

"Yes. ”

Su Meng responded crisply, and Song Qing nodded, "Let's have dinner together that night." Take you on a good walk around Tokyo. ”

The night of Roppongi is completely different from what Su Meng imagined, cold and extravagant neon reflected on the various glass walls, and the light and shadow are intertwined, and the space and time are extending infinitely. Su Meng was not accustomed to such an environment, he sat beside Song Qingzhi in restraint, silently turned his head to look at the scenery outside the car window, and did not say a word. Song Qingzhi drank some wine, his face was slightly flushed, and his mood looked very good.

"What were you hiding just now?"

Song Qingzhi asked. Su Meng knew what he was referring to, and when a woman in the clubhouse was holding a wine glass to hold him just now, he gently pushed people away. The woman looked at Song Qingzhi with some embarrassment and said, "Song Qingzhi, the person you brought here is not very sensible." ”

"I'm not used to ......it," Su Meng said in a low voice, Song Qingzhi didn't look at him, and said after a while, "If you don't get used to it, forget it, you won't have to go next time." ”

The car entered the underground parking lot, Su Meng came to his senses, and when he got out of the car, he thanked Song Qingzhi, but when he was about to leave, he was dragged back by Song Qingzhi's shoulder. "Where are you going?"

"Back... Back to where you live. Su Meng wanted to get rid of it, but found that the other party had a lot of strength.

"The tram commute is over, so I'll stay here today. ”

"It's inconvenient......" Su Meng saw that his visual line was a little fluttering.

"It's just me and it's convenient. ”

Song Qing's residence is located at the top of the apartment, facing south with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and when the door is opened, there is a wide balcony. Facing the position of the Tokyo Tower, the wind swept away Su Meng's anxiety and fatigue, and he leaned on the handrail of the balcony to enjoy the cool of late summer. Song Qing took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and took out a bottle of sparkling liqueur from the refrigerator. With a "pop", the soft wood plug was pulled out, and Su Meng turned to look at him.

"You drank at dinner, do you want to drink it now?"

Song Qingzhi looked up at him and didn't say anything, but smiled and sent him a glass of wine. "It's too bitter, I don't like it, drink something sweet. ”

Su Meng also doesn't like the kind of wine that tastes slightly unpleasant. After taking the cup, I took a sip and smacked my tongue, it was a sweet peach flavor, and the alcohol taste was very light, and it was delicious. Song Qingzhi was next to him, leaning on the handrail of the balcony and asked,

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

"I want you to help me get an identity, an identity that can go back to China. ”

Su Meng finished speaking seriously, staring at Song Qingzhi's side and waiting for the other party's response. But Song Qingzhi kept shaking his wine glass, and after a while, he said,

"When you go back, you won't be able to come back, you know what I mean. ”

"I understand, I ......" Su Meng replied immediately, but was interrupted by Song Qingzhi.

"Whew... Don't rush to answer. What I mean by not going back is that from now on, everything here has nothing to do with you, and you're going to live as a different person, don't you mind? Doesn't it matter if you give up the last 20 years and live all over again? And you've never lived in China, and you're going to face a lot of problems. ”

Song Qing kept asking, and when Su Meng heard it, the smiling faces of Zhonghua Street and Uncle Cai, who had grown up since childhood, suddenly appeared in his head. His memories from childhood to adulthood were all in that bothersome street, and the depth of the affection that Uncle Cai had nurtured him to grow up with was only now realized by him. Song Qingzhi saw his hesitation and patted him on the shoulder,

"Think about it again, there's no hurry, there's a lot of time. ”

But for Su Meng, there wasn't much time. Su Meng mentally calculated the balance of the card, he didn't plan to use the money that Uncle Cai gave him, but his own money probably could support him for a few months, he needed to find a job, and if he really wanted to leave, he would definitely have to spend money to buy that identity. It was getting late, and the sky was getting more and more beautiful. Song Qing looked at the sky and sighed,

"It's nice to be free to plan your own life!"

“...... Obviously, you are freer. ”

Song Qingzhi laughed, "Do you think so, do you think I'm free?"

“...... In every sense of the word, it's very free. Whether it's money or time. After all...... "Su Meng wanted to talk about the Black Gang, but he was afraid that the other party would be angry and swallowed it back. "After all...... You can play table ball on weekdays, but the young man is still very free. ”

Song Qingzhi was amused by him, "You...... Actually, it's a gang, right?"

Su Meng didn't dare to speak while holding the wine glass, only nodded.

The next day, when Song Qingzhi got up, he found that Su Meng had left, and the living room and the bedroom where Su Meng had slept had been cleaned and tidy. There was still a breakfast wrapped in plastic film on the dining table, and Su Meng left a note for him.

"Although you may not have breakfast at home, I made it together, so please eat it if you don't mind." 」

“......”

Song Qingzhi looked at the contents of the note, studied it for a while, and smiled softly.

"It's like my girlfriend...... Do you want to have an early meal?"

He took a bite of the cooked porridge, which tasted okay, and took another bite of the rice made by Su Meng, and the result was almost killed by the salt. How did Su Meng eat such a qualitic meal? He browled his eyebrows and spit out the rice, and poured a few more mouthfuls of water to get better.