An on-and-off conversation is over, but it's still a matter of what exactly this conversation will change.

Chuangzi patted Zhao Kuangran's shoulder, and left with the indifferent man, indeed in his place, everyone's story, three days and three nights are not finished, instead of tangling with those who will not return in the past, it is better to look forward, those who have not arrived, those who have not had.

"Nanjing is so big." Zhao Kuangchao left his first sigh when he came to Nanjing, compared to this suffocating city, how insignificant and vulnerable he was, and what about that woman? This is the question that Zhao Kuang thinks about the most, but that bitter thought, there is no answer, how easy it is to save a person's soul.

Zhao Kuangchao's sigh is not Gong San'er's sigh, he has become at a loss, but he still has to move forward.

With sighs and helplessness, the three of them left the hotel, relying on the address of the unknown photo, looking for this man who may not be the savior, but will give them a glimmer of hope.

On the street, there was a breaker who walked in the opposite direction with Zhao Kuang.

"This Zhao Kuangchao, how do you feel?" Donkin, who had been silent, asked.

"It's not good, it may be a waste, it may be a blockbuster, Nanjing has no shortage of characters like Zhao Kuangran, and it is also lacking." Chuang Ziyun replied in a fog, I don't know if he was telling Tang Jin or himself, Tang Jin's expression was stunned, a little confused, put aside the nonsense thrown by Chuang Zi and asked with a rare smile: "If Zhao Kuang is really subdued that Zhao Wuyu, I will go and mess with Zhao Kuang." ”

Chuangzi smiled, and laughed comfortably: "Don't be you, if he can bring the Lord of Yama, I will be the first to jump over." ”

Despite this, Chuangzi is full of inexplicable hope for the undecided Zhao Kuangchao, a character who struggles from the bottom up, isn't it worth lamenifying?

The streets, the cars come and go, the stream goes on and on, no one knows why this is happening, and no one knows what makes up the city, but despite this, they are still alive in this huge cage, living here and dying here.

In the midst of the crowd, the nameless or famous thug sighed, whether the lifeless Nanjing could be detonated by Zhao Kuangchao who jumped in, wait and see.

On the other side, Zhao Kuangchao also arrived at the address behind the photo, a restaurant, a farmhouse restaurant, a name that is vulgar to a certain realm, in order to find this place, Zhao Kuang Chao Gong San'er asked through his mouth, but no one has any complaints, the man lying here is worthy of their great fight.

Smelling the fragrance of vegetables, Dayue's stomach rang, touched his scalp and smirked, and the three of them didn't hesitate anymore and walked into the restaurant.

At noon, the business of the restaurant seemed to be quite good, most of them were workers working as coolies in the neighborhood, and a young man of seventeen or eighteen was serving vegetables back and forth, mostly some green vegetables, at most a plate of chili meat, cheap but very steady.

Seeing Zhao Kuangchao and the three people coming in, wearing a pair of dirty clothes, wearing a slightly obscene cotton hat, no sense of fashion at all, the young man with a slightly immature face hurriedly greeted him, and warmly beckoned Zhao Kuangchao and the three to sit down, although the table and chairs seem to be unclean, but for these three people, I am afraid that they will not be disgusted in this life, Gong San'er looked at some shabby recipes and made a few dishes, and the young man did not have a pen and paper, and after Gong San'er finished, he shouted two pure Nanjing words in the direction of the kitchen, and hurriedly greeted other guests.

The problem of the two worlds has reappeared, the world is destined to be like this, there is survival, there is life, for these, most people have chosen to acquiesce and habit, or forget about this abstract thing that should have been abstracted a long time ago, perhaps these, this is the biggest problem of this society.

Although the restaurant is a little busy, and there is a shortage of manpower, but the serving is still quite efficient, after a while, a few dishes will be served, Zhao Kuang asked for a basket of steamed buns, and the three gentlemen, as if they had forgotten their business, gobbled up and ate, but in this kind of place, no one will care about the so-called eating appearance.

After a while, it may be the reason why the three of them eat slowly, or the workers should have arrived at work, and the table left, and when Zhao Kuangchao and the three of them put down their chopsticks, there was a table left in the entire restaurant, and the young man who had been busy all morning also cleaned up the table, sat on the Maza, looked at the TV with his eyes, and waited unhurriedly.

The kitchen is still clanging, the chef who has never shown up, Zhao Kuangchao also guessed in his heart, looking at the restaurant, this impoverished life, the roe deer really couldn't imagine that this well-known character would live such a life.

The world is unpredictable, and wherever it is used, it will never go out of style.

After a while, the jingle in the kitchen died down, and a man in a black hat came out with two plates of steaming dishes, and he didn't even look at the three people sitting in the corner, and had lunch with the young man who was also watching the TV silently.

It was so quiet in the hotel that you could barely hear anything except the sound of cars on the street outside, footsteps on the sidewalk, and the man's play on TV.

Gong San'er took a cigarette, took a hard breath, and relieved his boredom, he hated this kind of atmosphere that couldn't get straight to the point, and he hated it from the heart, but he had to, life, some places, that's it.

Zhao Kuangran's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and after enduring it for a long time, he finally couldn't help but stand up, and Dayue followed closely behind Zhao Kuangran, as if this guy who didn't know anything also understood the atmosphere.

Zhao Kuang took it into his pocket and flipped over something, but the man who was eating silently with his head down didn't raise his head, just held his chopsticks and stopped.

The young man with his mouth stuffed with rice hurriedly stood up, with a real smile on his face, touched his obscene cotton hat and said, "Have you eaten enough?" ”

"It's full." Zhao Kuang smiled ugly, and the young man's smiling expression was not moved.

In the end, Zhao Kuang took out a fifty green hair and handed it to the young man, no more, no less, just right, this is the skill of Gong San'er's dish, every time it is not bad, the young man took the money, looked at the sky a little embarrassed, and after making sure that it was not a fake banknote, his face was a little red and said: "Get used to it, get used to it, don't mind, there are miscellaneous places here, and I received a fake red hair a few days ago." ”

Zhao Kuang waved his hand indifferently, glanced at the man who had not raised his head from beginning to end, his mouth moved, no one heard what Zhao Kuang was messing up, Zhao Kuang left quietly.

Out of the hotel, on the way, Gong San'er couldn't help but ask: "Chaozi, why didn't you deal with that guy." ”

"I don't have a score in my heart, and people don't even look at me." Zhao Kuang arched his hand and sighed.

"Hard." Da Yue shouted, like a fool who didn't understand anything, but Da Yue understood the breath on that man's body better than anyone else, like a black tiger in the mountains that didn't spit out bones.

"If it's hard, we don't have to save people, let's plant it in that hotel." Gong San'er said helplessly.

The night in Nanjing is surprisingly consistent with the night in Xuzhou, and countless intrigues are also staged, but the only difference is people.

The three of them found a hotel that was not too hidden to settle down, not far from the man's hotel, and had to fight a protracted battle.

Zhao Kuangchao lay on the bed and squinted, when he woke up, it was already late, looking at Gong San'er and Dayue who were sleeping and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, Zhao Kuangchao didn't wake up, and quietly went downstairs.

Wearing the black jacket that Yi Yinghuo bought for him before leaving Beijing, although it looks thin, it is not ordinary warmth, and now Zhao Kuanglan doesn't know the price of the clothes on his body.

I went downstairs briskly, and just went to the street, although it was already spring, a cold wind struck, making Zhao Kuangchao unconsciously shrink his neck.

A few locomotives roared, who would have thought that the car was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, Zhao Kuang was moaning without illness, in this city that was destined not to hear his sighs, suddenly had some familiar feelings, when he first went to Beijing, he was not like this, walking weakly in the streets and alleys? Like a headless ant.

Whether it is a thing or a person, Zhao Kuangran has long disliked caring about these issues, and some things, when I think about it, can not change anything except for increasing sadness.

Zhao Kuang ran all the way, but in this long night, how many fractions of his running could he run in Nanjing?

Maybe he was tired, or maybe it was enough, Zhao Kuang stopped slowly, looked at a 24 o'clock store next to him, thought of the old smoking gun in the hotel, and entered the convenience store by himself, ready to take two boxes of cigarettes.

Entered the store, bought two boxes of red Nanjing, and when I went out, I bumped into a guy who shouldn't have appeared, Zhao Wuyu, who didn't look at Zhao Kuangchao today, was still wearing a black hat and a particularly mysterious black dress, Zhao Kuangchao was still a little shocked at first, but if you think about it carefully, or this guy with great ability, you shouldn't remember him.

Sure enough, as Zhao Kuangran thought, Zhao Wulan passed by him, but Zhao Kuangchan was inexplicably a little lost in his heart, but loss is lost, how can this also be an opportunity for Zhao Kuangran, Zhao Kuangran didn't walk away, just squatted at the door of the store, waiting for this man who was like an oasis in the desert to appear.

After a while, the man came out, carrying a large pile of mess, which was prepared for tomorrow's cooking, this time the man still ignored Zhao Kuangchao, striding forward, carrying two large plastic bags in both hands.

Zhao Kuangchao didn't care whether the man ignored him or not, and silently followed behind the man, to be honest, he really didn't know how to talk to this character in the living words, could it be that he came up to mix with me, there were cigarettes, alcohol and stories, I am afraid that Zhao Kuangchao would definitely have no good end in that way.

In this way, the two walked tacitly, and no one pierced the silence separated by a layer of paper.