"It's a great place to chat, but it's not a good place to be alone, Paul"

"Why?" Paul smiled meaningfully, waiting for the man to say the answer in his heart to see if it matched the answer in his heart. The man also saw Paul's thoughts, looked around and said: "A quiet environment is suitable for chatting and dating, but for solitude, a too quiet environment will bring out inner memories, if it's a sweet memory, it's fine, otherwise it will be overwhelming, isn't it?"

Just like solo travel, there may be a lot of people who want to complete a great solo outing, preferably traveling the world, which can be a valuable personal memory or an experience to brag about.

But how many people will be able to persevere? It must be an unknown number! How many people will be defeated by fear at the moment of departure, and what will they do if there is no one to help them? What should they do if they eat alone?

Many losers who have already set off but give up halfway always say that the reason for not completing it is that the car is not strong, that the money is used up, and that they are lost. But how many people have really dissected the real reasons for failure.

It's loneliness, it's terrible quiet, it's boundless imagination! These terrible factors are like black holes, and there is no limit to envelop you who are lonely.

In a truly quiet world, there is simply so much time for you to think. Every time I run alone, I always start with optimism and occasionally imagine happy things, but as time goes by, the thinking in my head can't help but control my own cranky thoughts, what was in elementary school, who cheated you of your eraser, who took your pencil, it was just a small thing, but at the moment it may make you rise to a character problem, this is the power of quiet.

Thinking is undoubtedly terrible, you will recall the ordinary little things on weekdays, you will recall every good and bad thing you have done, you will recall every person who passes by your life, you will ruthlessly dissect yourself to cut yourself into pieces, broken. Frightened in the pain, he eventually fled with a crawl.

Paul looked at the smiling man, and at the moment he was trying to read something on the man's face. But maybe the lights are too dim, or maybe my eyes can't compare to the information I used to read. But subconsciously believe that the person in front of you must not be simple, and the person who hides everything with a smile is mysterious, isn't it?

"You'll be here for a few days, Jaws," Paul said, putting down his polished glass.

"A few more days, what's wrong?"

"I hope you come to sit more, there are not many bosom friends" Obviously, the man's answer is the same as what he thinks in his heart.

"It's an honor," the man toasted in thanks.

After politely declining Paul's offer to free the order, the man strode out of the bar, after all, it is not a beautiful story to bring back too many memories. Walking through the dark streets, I took out the old pocket watch in my trouser pocket and glanced at the time, stretched out my arms and decided to go back to rest.

The bar is not far from the hotel, but the small narrow alley in front of you may be the reason why the bar is clean. The man strode into the narrow alley, and within a few steps he heard a voice coming from ahead.

"Don't move, give me the camera around your neck" Apparently this is a robbery.

"My wallet has been handed over to you, is it okay to leave the camera to me" The girl's pleading voice appeared, and the camera was her best companion on her trip. All her good memories of traveling alone many times are in this camera, and I am really reluctant.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't bargain" The robber man impatiently held the knife and dangled it in front of the girl's chest, reaching out to snatch the camera. Seeing the bright knife dangling in front of him, even if he was reluctant to do anything, he didn't dare to make too many movements, but he secretly hated himself for being too vigilant.

The girl, who had just sat alone at the bar for a long time, slowly remembered some troubles, and left early without wanting to spoil the beautiful mood of the trip. Not long after I walked out of the hotel, disgusted calls kept coming in, frowning and pressing them down a few times. Sure enough, the text message followed, it was really an old routine, and she was shaking her head with a wry smile and was robbed and noticed that this scene had happened.

Seeing the camera tape being cut, it seems that it is destined to be lost. Forget it, one person's safety first outside, and sure enough, in the end, only he was left to comfort himself, and his heart was even more bitter.

"Hey, what are you doing?" a male voice suddenly interrupted the girl's thoughts.

"It's none of your business, hurry up and hear it" looked at the man who suddenly appeared viciously, Asian, he looked down on each other at all, in his heart, Asians are weak, cowardly, and weak people.

"Originally, it wasn't my business, but you robbed my girlfriend and you said it wasn't my business, huh?" The man pretended to be angry and frowned, pointed at the girl who was threatened and said, "Don't leave alone when you are angry in the future, remember?" The girl nodded stunnedly

The thug looked at the nodding girl and then looked at the man opposite, thinking that it would be a little difficult for the two to deal with, but from his rich experience, the harvest of robbing Asians is the most lucrative, and he is unwilling to give up.

"Now that your girlfriend is in my hands, what else can you do, take out your wallet and give it to me, or I'll scratch her face, don't you hear" took the knife and shook it in the girl's face, looking threatening.

The man watched the thug's movements and reached into his trouser pocket to take out his wallet. Originally, he didn't want to pay attention to such things, after all, there are too many such things in foreign countries, and he looks at foreign scenery during the day and is open-minded, and every night it is exposed. Drunken drunkards and violent thugs all appear in the night. When he was about to walk past the two of them, he accidentally turned around and saw that familiar face, wasn't it the one he met on the bus?

"I'll give it to you, don't hurt her" pretending to be a little flustered and took out his wallet from his pocket, and the thug couldn't help but feel proud when he looked at him. At this moment, the girl is guilty and angry at the same time, angry that the man has no ability to save himself and rashly participated in the current situation, and the guilt is that the man contributed his wallet to keep his face from harm, and he really didn't know what to say.

The man took out his wallet and stretched out his arm and handed it to the thug, who held a knife in one hand and stretched out his hand to grab the wallet, but it was always a few centimeters away.

"Come over a little bit, and hand it to me," the thug said impatiently. The man pretended to cooperate and slowly moved forward, suddenly pretending to be tripped by a stone, leaning forward as if he was about to fall, and the wallet also flew out, and the thug immediately panicked to pick up the wallet, and the knife was taken away from the girl's face.

At this time, the man who was about to fall suddenly kicked the thug's back. The thug was kicked and stumbled before he could get his wallet, and the next kick directly made the knife in his hand fly out. The man strode forward to retrieve the camera at the moment when the thug lost his balance, and then controlled the thug who fell to the ground. The girl was stunned when she looked at this scene, and she couldn't believe that the plot had reversed so quickly.

"Come and get your camera and wallet," the man shouted, and the girl came back to her senses, quickly ran over and took the things from the man's hand, standing aside at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"Check if there's anything missing," the man reminded, and the girl groaned and checked her belongings.

"No, no"

"Get out" kicked again, and the punk got up and hurriedly left home, and he was really drunk when he met a person who knew Chinese kung fu.

Watching the man walk to her side and finally pick up her wallet, the girl came back to her senses: "That, thank you" The girl had already recognized that this was the one on the bus, and she didn't see that this person was extraordinary.

"It's okay" dusted off the dust from her purse and got up to face the girl

"What's your name?" you can ask for her name after saving her. The girl hesitated a little, and suddenly remembered something and said, "You call me Nemo" The girl was worried about her name, maybe the man had heard it?

"Oh, then my name is Jaw" Apparently the man knew where Nemo came from, after all, he was still a great white shark just now. The two looked at each other and smiled, thinking about the name code, which was more relaxed.

"Hello, Mr. Jaws"

"Hello, Miss Nemo"