The heat was boiling in the air, and the vast expanses of blue melted into the thick yellow sand, and the steaming steam came to the face, and it seemed that even the vision began to blur and distort, so that the whole world disappeared into a mass of colors, and all the scenery became large blocks of color, and the outline disappeared completely.

It's a bit strange to say it, it's still February.

If you stand in the heart of New York at this time, thick down jackets and sturdy hats and gloves still can't stop the ubiquitous cold wave, and a short five-minute stay at the intersection is enough to completely mess and shiver in the wind, but now, standing here, you can feel the heat of midsummer, as if even your skin has been scorched and peeling.

The question is, where is this?

Paul Walker stood at a crossroads, looking at the scenery in front of him, and his mind was filled with only one thought: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

Diagonally in front of the left-hand side is an old-fashioned gas station, but there is no human being around, it is a self-service gas station, next to it is a row of small dilapidated bungalows that look like abandoned houses from a western movie, and in front of a dilapidated doorway sits an old Mexican man dressed in gorgeous traditional Mexican costumes, but his eyes are tightly closed, motionless under the scorching sun.

On the right, a rough stretch of sand stretches along the turquoise coastline with rotting roots and large swaths of kelp, and a little further on, an old pier with a few broken boats in sight, and a row of small, dilapidated bungalows in front of it, with no sign of any sign of it.

Quiet and lazy, barren and desolate, it seems that there is not even a trace of life.

Paul strongly suspected that he was on the wrong track.

Involuntarily, he began to think carefully: How the hell did I get here? Could it be that the address I had written down was wrong, so the person was pointing the wrong way, or was it because the navigation system was not good and I was already pointing in the wrong direction when I left Miami, and then I made the wrong mistake again and again?

Paul was about to open the navigation and search again, when the wind sent a crisp bell.

Then Paul saw a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years of age, dressed in a colorful traditional Mexican shawl like a wing, and holding a mule in her hand, which looked so heavy that she was carrying three large burlap sacks on its back, and was just staggering over.

Such a scene was so fantastical that Paul couldn't react for a while, and just looked at the girl and the mule in a daze.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The bell tied to the mule's neck was swaying and ringing, and then unhurriedly crossed the crossing, and went straight to the right, when Paul noticed that the girl was walking on the yellow sand without shoes, barefoot, but not feeling hot at all, and moving forward unhurriedly.

The attentive but careless look seemed to have not noticed Paul and his blue four-door sedan, or, having noticed but not caring.

Realizing this, Paul suddenly reacted, quickly pushed the car door, and shouted, "Hey, here! Hey, sorry, can you tell me where I am now?"

Across the crossing, the girl raised her head and cast her gaze full of confusion, as if she did not understand the meaning of Paul's words, but she did not speak, but stood silently in place, and looked at Paul quietly, and the mule's footsteps stopped, but it was still spinning in place, and the bell was flickering and near.

Paul didn't wait for an answer, thought about it, and decided to change the way he asked, "Excuse me, do you know where 'Antonio's Tango' is?" Paul hesitated for a moment under the girl's gaze, "It's a bar, I heard it's opened by an Argentine, and it's ...... in the center of the town."

"Cuba. The girl spoke.

"Huh?" But the girl's first sentence was clueless, and Paul couldn't help but be stunned.

"Cuba, that's a Cuban-owned bar. The girl raised her voice again and explained, "The bar is not far ahead, and if you go down this road, you will see a grocery store on the right hand side, and there is a fork in the street across the street, and when you turn in, you will see a small square after a short drive, and the bar is in the small square." ”

Paul nodded ignorantly, trying to keep up with the girl's instructions, gesturing with his own hands.

After the explanation, the girl did not confirm whether Paul understood, turned around on her own, drove the mule again, and continued to move forward, her orderly steps did not seem to be interrupted by the small episode just now, and always moved at her own pace, and Shi Shiran's back looked full of mystery.

Paul was sure that the girl should not have recognized herself, but that was not the point, even when she saw a stranger, the girl did not fluctuate in the slightest, and her calm tone, calm state, and calm pace were all unpredictable, and in this deserted town, everything was full of confusion.

“…… Thank...... Thank you?" Paul hesitated and shouted in thanks, but the girl remained untouched and drifted away.

Standing where he was, Paul was also full of question marks, what happened just now?

But after thinking about it, after leaving Miami, the road was full of question marks, one doubt has not been answered, another doubt has appeared, more and more, more and more, and finally the whole person is completely in a state of fog, and now Paul's only thought is:

How the hell did that guy find here?

Since the completion of "Drunken Country Folk Song", Lan Li has completely disappeared, without any communication, no contact, no movement, and the mobile phone is simply turned off, completely hiding his whereabouts, and the most bizarre thing is that the majority of netizens on social networks have not captured the trace of Lan Li.

Paul persistently made daily phone calls and left voice messages, but never received any response. It wasn't until three days ago that Paul finally dialed Lan Li's phone.

Paul was a little relieved when he heard Lan Li's relaxed and cheerful voice on the other end of the phone again, and Lan Li seemed to be a little brighter than before, the sound of the sun seemed to be enough to illuminate the whole sky, and Paul couldn't help but feel envious and curious about Lan Li's travel journey in the past period.

"Ha, I'm surfing right now, if you have time, come along, the waves in the Caribbean are really addictive. ”

Lan Li sent out an invitation, Paul almost did not hesitate, nodded directly, and then couldn't wait to buy a plane ticket, from Los Angeles to Miami, and then rented a car, followed the navigation instructions all the way, groped while asking for directions, and walked intermittently for two days, but the surrounding scenery was becoming more and more desolate and remote, as if entering another world.

For most people, the sunny and warm Florida all year round is always associated with the sea, beach, sun, party, beauty, recuperation, coziness and other words, Miami is known as the most suitable city for retirement in the United States, many rich people have bought villas here, and come to vacation here.

The "Fast & Thrilling" series was filmed in Florida.

But Paul never really explored the land, and beyond the bustle and luxury of Miami, there was a world so broken and decayed that it seemed to have been abandoned.

The rainbow-painted houses on both sides of the road have all been abandoned and empty, the hungry low-level residents have been living in motels for a long time, selling cheap perfumes, cheap sunglasses and cheap small goods, and many more have chosen to sell their bodies to make a quick buck only to squander them in front of the drug dealers as a way to escape the pain of reality.

Stop-and-go, stop-and-go, Paul couldn't imagine how Lan Li found out about this place, how he chose to stay here, and why he stayed here.

Compared to London's high society, the ruin here is a whole different world, which reminds Paul of the image sketched in the film "Detachment"—hidden beneath the glamorous cloak of New York, a land that is breeding decadence and decay, eating away at the roots of the whole society.

The same is true for the present.

Following the direction pointed out by the girl, Paul groped his way, and just when he almost thought he was lost again, he unexpectedly saw Lan Li.

A white linen shirt with a pair of sky-blue jeans, a pair of dirty canvas shoes, a thick beard that hadn't been taken care of in a while, and messy curls were growing wantonly, and the whole face had obscured most of it, barely visible, except for the bright eyes.

In front of him stood a group of five or six-year-olds, bustling with a dozen of them, each with a small foam board in front of them, and then everyone was giggling and jumping back and forth, and suddenly, he shouted, "The wave is coming, stand!"

The children jumped up unevenly and stood on the foam board, simulating a swaying posture, while the joyful and wanton laughter resounded throughout the square, making every onlooker want to smile.

He let out a strange exclamation, "Oh, Angel overboard, Angel overboard! The shark is coming, woo, shark! Watch out for the shark! Haha, Miguel is overboard, be careful, be careful, oops, it's over, everyone is going to be eaten by the shark en masse!"

The next moment, he began to pretend to be a shark, running quickly among the children, and in an instant it became a game scene of eagles catching chickens, and laughter was endless.

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