“...... Whew, this is life, we all need to work hard and then strive for a better future with our own hands. This is my life experience. ”

"Hey, there's someone teaching the philosophy of life again, did you catch a rookie rookie today? ”

There was laughter all around.

", you're a loser yourself, and then you pretend that everyone else is a loser and can't get used to other people's efforts. Let's ignore those guys, let me tell you, I used to stay in Kag for a long time, and everything I went through there made me re-examine my life......"

In the "three lame" bar, the chattering drinker started to talk about time again, which seems to have become a fixed scenery of the bar, and even the regular customers of the bar joke from time to time, you come and I taunt each other is the most unique scenery of the bar.

Standing next to the bar stood a middle-aged woman in a soft cape, boredom dragging a bulky skirt, her eyes were rolling and turning, and her eyes caught a drinker's gloves falling to the ground, and she rushed over with a single lunge, picking them up first with supersonic movements.

The drinker was also taken aback, looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him with surprise, and said "thank you" hesitantly.

However, the middle-aged woman refused to hand the gloves back to the other party, but raised her eyes slightly, "Then how to calculate the remuneration?"

The drinker's face suddenly stiffened, and he was about to scold, when the middle-aged woman continued, her eyes flashing with calculation, "It's better to invite me to a glass of Cote wine, that's fine." ”

Kot, one of Iwabuchi's simplest, most basic and cheapest alcohols, is often used as a pre-dinner aperitif or a base for cocktails, and is rarely sold on its own, but it is different in the lower city because of the relatively low standard of living, which is also the minimum demand of the general public.

Only two cups of chini are required.

The poor who could not afford it but could not get rid of it always used Cote to satisfy their cravings.

The drinker glanced at the middle-aged woman with disdain, but he didn't say anything, a glass of Kot was not difficult, so he nodded in agreement.

The middle-aged woman didn't ignore the other party's eyes, but she didn't care at all, but her eyes lit up and said to Guzmin in the bar, "A glass of Cotter wine is recorded in this good man's account." "The red rosacea stands out in the light and makes a lasting impression at a glance.

After waiting for Guzmin to give her the wine, she returned the gloves to the gentleman, who did not seem to notice the gentleman's disgusted expression, showed a smug smile, and raised her glass to the gentleman to express her gratitude, "I will enjoy it." ”

The scoundrel's appearance made the gentleman walk away.

However, the middle-aged woman did not mind, and tasted it contentedly with her glass, immersed in the world of Cotter, and her eyes were full of satisfaction.

As Hodden entered the bar, he could see familiar faces that seemed to gather here at regular intervals every day, and that it had become a part of their lives, but tonight, he didn't have the time or energy to observe the daily lives of these people.

A path made a straight walk to the familiar spot in the bar, casting a glance in Oliver's direction.

Oliver's busy figure paused slightly, as if struggling, but then looked away, pretending not to see Howlen, and continued to be busy.

Holden didn't say anything more, sat down in his old place, and waited patiently.

Oliver noticed Holden's movements, seemed a little annoyed and a little depressed, and was busy in the bar for a while, but he couldn't control his gaze, always drifting towards Holden's corner, and finally came to Holden's table in a huff, and complained coldly, "Are you following me?"

"Are you worth my tracking?" said Hoden's eyes, his voice teasing.

Unlike the usual laziness, this is a real tiredness.

The warm air in the bar room completely relaxed the muscles, the warm heat lifted all the defenses, and it seemed to be in a daze, half-asleep, leaning against the wall to barely support the body, and the roar in the ears, but the edge of the words did not back down in the slightest.

Oliver's mouth was not so sharp, so he looked away, leaving the back of Hoden's head and refusing to speak.

But Oliver's footsteps didn't leave.

The corners of Hodden's mouth tugged slightly, trying to pull out a light smile, but he was still too tired to succeed, so he chose to give up, and said straight, "Balloon, that's an apology gift from your mother's suitor, and the steam train, that's the ticket that the murderer left behind when he came to find your mother." ”

Without the ins and outs and no psychological preparation, Holden directly threw a bombshell.

Oliver's thin body shuddered slightly, and he jerked his head up to look at Howlen, but then twisted his head away in embarrassment.

All the panic and confusion were hidden in the depths of his eyes, so as not to reveal his vulnerability, but the stiff arm lines and awkward standing posture still revealed his true emotions, and it could be faintly seen that he had stretched his ears and was listening attentively.

"Austin......" Haddon paused slightly.

Howlen also thought the news was a bit shocking and unexpected, and he wanted to get Oliver ready if he could, but there really was no better way.

So, Holden's words continued, "This is your real name. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Oliver couldn't hold back his emotions after all, turned his head and glared at Howlen fiercely, and said angrily, "Let me tell you, I don't care. I don't care what happened to her, and I don't care how she died. None of those things have anything to do with me. ”

The noise and noise around was still raging, and no one noticed the story unfolding around the corner, as if no one had ever cared if Oliver lived or died.

"I ...... I don't care. If you're curious, you can look into it yourself, but there's no need to tell me. I've never asked for your help, it's all the nosy ones who think they're helping me, but it's just a mercy handout. I don't need to. ”

"That fellow named Pete is not my friend, so you and he may roll aside and not show me pity. ”

Oliver denied it vehemently, as if he was fleeing from the truth, and the only thought in his mind was resistance, and running away.

He quickly turned around and prepared to leave, but Hoden's re-opening still stopped his steps, and his mind screamed "hurry up", but his steps were pinned to the ground, motionless.

"When you were two years old, she kidnapped you. Your name used to be Austin, and Oliver is the name she gave you. ”

Hoden's voice was so calm that it seemed to tell an objective fact, but Oliver's world was turned upside down. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens