Shen Chunguang put his hand in his trouser pocket and stood in the middle of the alley, about three or four meters away from the Ninth Commander.

Looking at it from such a distance, Commander Nine seemed to be the same, with small pots of green plants in the window, and two sets of tables and chairs scattered under the umbrella at the door. It's still deserted inside, and there are still no customers, but the aroma of coffee wafting out is still very strong.

She had never been able to figure out why Guan Luo was in this café. There are not many pedestrians here, and in recent years, the surrounding streets have been renovated, and there are even fewer pedestrians entering the alley.

Shen Chunguang stood at the door and watched for a long time, but he didn't see a single guest enter.

This store is clearly a loss-making deal!

Shut down that loser!

"Miss, are you waiting for someone?" A waiter suddenly came out of the Ninth Commander and greeted Shen Chunguang, probably seeing her lingering at the door for a long time.

Shen Chunguang couldn't help but be a little flustered, and smiled: "Yes." ”

"Why don't you come in and have a drink?"

"No need......" she turned and left.

The waiter stood at the door and couldn't help but pout.

"Who's at the door?" Ye Qin's voice suddenly came out from inside the Ninth Commander.

The waiter spread his hands: "As soon as she passed by, she seemed to be waiting for someone, and I wanted to ask her to come into the store and drink something." ”

Ye Qin also poked his head out when he heard this, and just caught a glimpse of a silhouette of Shen Chunguang turning out of the alley, with short hair. Skinny, wearing a black hooded tracksuit.

That silhouette...

Ye Tan's heart seemed to be pinched by someone, and even her breathing became short, and she froze at the door before she ran out in a panic. It's a pity that when she ran to the corner of the street, Shen Chunguang's shadow was long gone.

It was as if a living person had disappeared into thin air.

In front of Ye Qin, there was only a lot of traffic on the street, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely, making her back sweat cold. Mobu Pingba.

"Sister Ye......" Someone gently pushed her from behind.

Ye Tan's whole person shrank back in fright, and when he turned around, his face was already in a cold sweat.

The waiter couldn't help but be a little surprised: "What's wrong with you?" Hell yes! ”

Ye Tan's body shook again.

Hell really?

The woman just now couldn't be Tang Jingcheng, Tang Jingcheng was burned to a charred corpse in the explosion three years ago, and Ye Tan also went to Pakang for this matter.

When she arrived, the rest of the people injured in the explosion had already been sent to the town hospital, and although the bodies of Tang Jingcheng and the rest of the victims had been incinerated, according to eyewitnesses at the scene, Tang Jingcheng was indeed in front of the computer room during the explosion, and one of the dead was indeed pregnant, and her height and body shape were almost the same as Tang Jingcheng.

There can be no such coincidence in this world, the person who died must be Tang Jingcheng, and what he saw just now was just an illusion.

Ye Qin stood in the sunset line and adjusted his breathing vigorously, constantly comforting himself.

Shen Chunguang finally found a small restaurant near the hotel for dinner.

Crowded storefronts. The lights weren't bright enough, and there were a few greasy tables in them, and there were already a few people sitting in them. Looking at the costumes, it looks like migrant workers have just come here to eat after work, and there are still people drinking in the city.

The smell of food is mixed with the smell of sweat, the environment is a mess, three years ago, Shen Chunguang's toes would not come in and stain it in this kind of place, she was dirty, but now it is completely different.

She likes to drill into crowded places now, regardless of whether it is clean or not.

Walking in with his hands in his hands, his dark eyes swept around the small shop.

"Girl, how about eating?"

"Hmm!"

"How many?"

"I'm the only one!"

"Then you can find your own place and sit down first." A person who looked like a proprietress came over to greet her with an apron, Shen Chunguang looked at it, and there was no other place, only one at the door.

That's it!

She pulled out a chair and sat down, and the proprietress brought the menu again, but it wasn't actually a menu, so she was greasy and greasy on a piece of printed and molded paper.

Shen Chunguang casually ordered two dishes and one soup, and when the menu was handed over, he saw the word "tofu" again.

"Wait!"

"What more?"

"Show me the trouble menu again!"

"Great!" The hostess was very welcoming and not too much trouble.

Shen Chunguang took the menu and looked at it again, but he was still disappointed, the menu was "home-style tofu".

If she wants to come to this small restaurant, she can't have what she wants to eat.

"One more of this!" Shen Chunguang pointed to the words "home-cooked tofu".

The proprietress was quite sincere: "Girl, can you eat so much by yourself?" ”

"It's okay, I have a big appetite."

"Appetite, then you wait, I'll ask the kitchen to make it for you!" The hostess took the menu and left.

Shen Chunguang sat alone on a long chair opposite the door, outside which was a crowded street, and across the street was a row of shampoo rooms that had begun to glow with pink lights.

Although the area is dilapidated, it is inhabited by a large population, most of whom are foreigners.

Because it is located in the center of the city, there are still some old houses that have not been demolished, so the owners divide the old houses into small rooms and sublet them to migrant workers who cannot afford to rent apartments or apartment buildings.

In addition, there are many entertainment venues such as shampoo shops, bathhouses and massage parlors around, so the area is indeed mixed.

From time to time, there are groups of migrant workers who have just commuted from the construction site passing by, wearing dirty clothes, gray faces, but do not forget to take their eyes to look at those pink light stores, occasionally meet acquaintances, the girls will run out to say hello, probably old customers, pinch each other, and then laugh and disperse.

Shen Chunguang sat alone in the small restaurant, lit a cigarette, and looked at the small pink room opposite the door with a smoke ring.

Soon the chairs were moved out of the pink room, and girls in short skirts and thin shoulder straps began to sit in the doorway.

At this time, the men are eating, and they are not yet in the time to do business, so in the pink light, they all have white thighs, or play with mobile phones, or eat snacks, but few people talk to each other.

There are also a few girls smoking cigarettes, and the girl opposite Shen Chunguang is also cross-legged and holding a cigarette in her hand, but the two are separated by a street, and she sits with her backlight, so Shen Chunguang can't see her face clearly, but she feels quite young, with long straight hair, thin skin, and heavy makeup on her face.

She probably saw Shen Chunguang too, and the two looked at each other for a moment, with the same expressionless face.

Such a small alley, the state of affairs, this is the real small alley, which is different from the small alley in the studio she bought at a large price before.

The small alleys there have been whitewashed and reshaped, looking old, but they are flashy literary and artistic atmosphere, but these are the alleys in front of them, full of people living at the bottom of society, they are vulgar, noisy, dirty, but full of strong life atmosphere.

This kind of life qi is the most despised and taboo thing by Shen Chunguang in the past, because the inspiration of artists is floating, and anything that is contaminated with the world will affect the inspiration of the artist.

Not to mention being born in such a family.

Her hands had not washed a dish, dried a single garment, or cooked a meal for anyone in more than 20 years, which were mundane in her previous conception.

But why is she so obsessed with these places that are mundane all the time?

Because of envy, because she suddenly had a premonition that she probably couldn't have it again in this life.

"Girl, your dish!" The proprietress brought up two dishes that Shen Chunguang had ordered before, "Home-cooked tofu, and soup, the other two are still being made, you wait!" ”

Shen Chunguang drew disposable chopsticks.

"There's no hurry."

"Then you use it slowly!" The proprietress put the food on the table and turned to go to the kitchen.

Shen Chunguang glanced at the home-cooked tofu in front of him, the soy sauce was sprayed bright red, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

Homemade tofu and pumpkin tofu are fundamentally different things.

"Wait a minute!"

"Girl, what else are you missing?"

"Wine, is there any wine?"

"Yes, beer or liquor!"

Shen Chunguang snuffed out his cigarette: "It's white." ”

When the wine came up, the rest of the dishes also came up, she poured a glass for herself, the wine was not good, it was a little strong, and her stomach was already burning in a panic after half a cup.

In fact, she drank an average amount of alcohol, and she had been lying on the hospital bed for most of the past few years, and Su Jue did not allow her to drink it, so she couldn't resist this degree of liquor at all, and she was a little dizzy after drinking two sips of Shen Chunguang.

She raised her head with her arms propped up, and just saw a bald middle-aged man talking to the woman who was washing her hair at the door, probably bargaining, and finally I don't know what price was used, the woman turned around and moved the chair back to the store, and the man followed in.

The door was closed, the lights were turned off, and the curtain was closed.

Shen Chunguang smiled and shook the cup in his hand, and there was only half a cup left in it.

Half a glass of wine, that woman is enough to do a business.

In fact, many things are as simple as that, the key is whether you are willing to step out or not.

Shen Chunguang drank the wine in the cup, the person was already slightly drunk, took out the wallet from his bag, and randomly drew two hundred and bet it on the table.

The wind in the alley was slightly cool, and she wrapped her coat all the way to the hotel, and received a call from Yunnan on the way.

"Hey, Sister Lulu......" Shen Chunguang had just drunk wine, his body was hot, and his voice was full of coquettishness.

Chai Lu panicked when she heard this: "You little goblin, remember that I am your sister!" ”

"Of course! It's impossible to forget Sister Lulu. Shen Chunguang smiled even more crisply, and asked again, "How is Brother Qing lately?" Ever wanted to be an apricot? ”

"Thinking about it, I was still talking about you yesterday, and there was news from Yun Ling that you lived in Brother Jiu's house?"

"No, where did you get all this nonsense!"

"Hey, hey... Anyway, don't worry about it, tell my sister quickly, is Brother Jiu stronger than that Su Zhan? ”

“…… Sister Lulu, what nonsense are you talking about, I don't have anything to do with Brother Jiu! Shen Chunguang pretended to be coquettish.

Of course Chai Lu didn't believe it: "Come on, it's okay for you to coax Su Zhan with your flirtatious skills, pretend in front of me!" ”

She had to say that, and Shen Chunguang didn't bother to refute it.

"What's the matter with Sister Lulu calling me?"

"Just ask you, will Brother Jiu come to Yunnan again after a while?"