At night, the lights are sultry.

Tang Yulan saw an old man in his fifties digging a pit under a ginkgo tree on the sidewalk and putting something shiny in it.

When he got closer, he buried a coin, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle, what are you doing here?" ”

The old man raised his head and glanced at Tang Yulan, and said, "No money, no life, no one can live without money, let alone these trees." ”

Tang Yulan was faintly touched in his heart, and asked, "Uncle, do you need me to help you?" ”

"Young man, thank you for your kindness, my own affairs still have to be done by myself." After the old man finished speaking, he didn't care about Tang Yulan, but concentrated on digging a pit under the ginkgo tree and burying the coin.

Without money and no life, he suddenly felt a little ridiculous, ridiculous, and a little sad.

He hadn't drunk for more than three years, and Tang Yulan wanted to have a drink now.

Night bar. Two tall intellectuals in front of the glass door stopped Tang Yulan: "Sir, I'm very sorry, people who are not well-dressed are not allowed to enter." The voice sounded polite, but with an attitude of rejection.

There are usually a lot of raunchy ones, but they either tip one or two hundred, or directly take out the VIP card, and of course the guests will not stop them.

But Tang Yulan wore a shabby shirt with raw edges even on the sleeves, jeans and shabby sneakers, and a three-yuan Lushan in his mouth, which was clearly a migrant worker who didn't know what to do, and let him go to a high-end bar would become a refugee grotto.

Tang Yulan sneered, squinted his eyes and said: "Lao Tzu is not in good clothes, this shirt was given to me by the Royal Earl of Don Northster, there is no second person in the whole of China except me, even the buttons are high-profile and luxurious, and the mayor is not qualified to wear it." Even the jeans are a limited edition of the world's famous brand Prada, and there are only 100 pieces of them distributed in China, and you can't afford to buy a zipper for the front door. Just look at my shoes, hand-designed and made by the Dior design team, the shoelaces are pulled out enough for you to support three wives, get out! ”

Zhike's head was as big as a bucket when he heard this, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and said: "First, sir, no matter what brand you have, you can't ...... clothes that are not in good clothes."

As he was talking, a fashionable lady walked over next to him, wearing three points and one line, and the total fabric was not the size of a palm, and she walked in with a crackle in flip-flops.

Tang Yulan grabbed the collar of Zhike, pointed to the lady who had just entered, and said, "Oh? Is that nothing? ”

Zhike retreated in defeat, raised his hands and said, "There is a good talk...... First, sir, speak well! ”

", I don't have time to talk nonsense to you!" He threw Zhike on all fours and walked in proudly.

Tang Yu ordered a glass of wine and sat in the corner, the dim light concealed the simplicity of his clothes, but the outline of his face was more clear.

A melancholy temperament of vicissitudes of life is reflected in him. After a while, she attracted a girl dressed in a sexy outfit.

She walks very elegantly, with pride and contempt in her beautiful face, wearing a cool crop top, hot shorts underneath, revealing two straight and slender legs, and her sexy figure makes her beautiful figure look even more charming.

When the girl came, seven or eight men toasted her, but she only took a sip lightly, and somehow became interested in Tang Yulan in the corner.

"Is it alone, sir?"

"Hmm." Tang Yulan nodded lightly, as if she was admitting, she raised her head and saw the girl's appearance clearly.

She has a delicate goose egg face, snow-white and delicate skin, a straight small nose bridge, and the contours of her lips are very attractive.

Tang Yulan found that many men in the bar were peeking at her, with a look of intoxication in their eyes, and a man next to her tried to hold his chest up to make his figure look more erect.

"Don't be surprised, I just feel like you're a friend I haven't seen for years, my name is Hua Qinfei."

"Tang Yulan." Tang Yulan said lightly.

Hua Qinyuan's heart suddenly "suddenly". Trembling slightly, this name was already buried in the bottom of his heart out of reach, he couldn't bear to touch it, his heart instantly surged with sweetness and sourness, the crystal glass in his hand shook slightly, and he almost fell on the table.

She didn't dream that a few years later, she would have the opportunity to meet him again. He is taller than in his impression, and his handsome face is a little less immature, and more vicissitudes and maturity.

At this time, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed on Tang Yulan's shoulder, and a rough voice sounded from behind: "Dude, you occupy my place." ”

Tang Yulan turned his head and saw that there were four young people standing behind him, their hair was messy like a chicken nest, and they lifted their gowns, revealing the sharp daggers on their waists.

Tang Yulan looked at the dagger, swallowed and spat timidly, got up and left.

"Ha Luha, the little white face is really unreliable......" The four thugs laughed unscrupulously.

Hua Qinfei looked at Tang Yulan in disappointment, is this really the proud him? Where did all the arrogance and ruthlessness of that time go? Her face turned a little pale, and her hands trembled.

Perhaps, the two just happen to be the same name.