"It's a great experience." Duan Mo looked at the night sky, humming a song leisurely, and wandering slowly in the poisonous gas. The bulging medicines and ammunition in his backpack gave him a great sense of security, and the overly calm road to running drugs made him gradually distracted.

From the upper left corner of the map, he drove the Taijun motorcycle along the road to the center of the map, stopping from time to time to use a first-aid kit or wrap a few bandages.

The air was filled with a faint blue, and Duan Mo was simply uncomfortable.

"Drunken Dream should have gone home at this time......" Taijun's motorcycle was a little difficult to control, constantly tilting, making Duan Mo feel like a swing. She would never have imagined that I would be selected for two games in a row...... Are you worried about me? ”

Duan Mo hummed an old-fashioned love song, his head was still swaying with the rhythm, and when he sang "Don't be afraid of lovesickness", he suddenly smirked twice.

He thought of the cute and cute look on his face when he and Zuimeng were huddled in the utility room a few hours ago.

"Sure enough, I'm still very attractive, and even a murderous woman like Drunken Dream has a soft spot for me." Of course, Duan Mo understood the meaning behind the ambiguous words of Drunken Meng, but he still chose to pretend to be stupid. "Tsk, it seems that I am the protagonist of Destiny, I have been in the game for so long, not only can I turn evil into good fortune, but also beauties."

Taijun's motorcycle jolted violently, interrupting Duan Mo's self-absorption.

"But then again...... Actually, drunken dreams are not bad, although sometimes they are a little fierce, but at least they are a good person, especially-" Duan Mo remembered the slender and moving figure of drunken dreams, and swallowed hard.

"If you combine Zuimeng's figure and IQ with Doudou's character, it is really a model girlfriend......" Duan Mo shook his head regretfully, lamenting how to get the double law in the world, but when he shook his head, a girl appeared in his mind.

A smart, pretty, well-behaved and lovely girl—isn't she?

Duan Mo's face suddenly showed a touch of bitterness, sure enough, even after struggling in the face of death for so long, there was still no way to forget-

Ye Xing, Ye Xing.

——

In the city of H in October, there is already a bit of a chill.

Duan Mercer shrank back, took advantage of no one around, stuffed the last pile of small advertisements into the trash, and then turned around and walked into the e-commerce mall not far from the corner.

"Boss, today's advertisements are all gone." Duan Mo smiled, today's temperature has dropped to zero, but he is still wearing a single coat.

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, who was selling goods to customers with a kind face, Duan Mo waited on the side, and when he was bored, he casually picked up a headset by the counter.

"Don't move, two thousand." The boss immediately turned his head and said a word to Duan Mo, and then turned his head to fool the guest.

"Two thousand for a broken headphone?" Duan Mo pursed his lips and quickly put the headphones back.

Ten minutes later, despite the boss's saliva, the customer still shook his head and left, and the boss angrily pointed to the back of the guest and scolded a few words of "poor sour", and then turned his head and accosted Duan Mo.

"Done? It's fast. The fat boss took out a wad of change from his pocket, didn't count it, and stuffed it directly to Duan Mo. It's hard work, let's go. ”

Duan Mo took the money and looked at it slightly, the few crumpled blue and purple renminbi were really pitiful, so he opened his mouth to say something, but after the fat boss handed him the money, he had already slipped away.

"Zhou Papi ......" Duan Mo muttered, reluctantly stuffed the money into his pocket, pushed open the door and walked out.

The summer has lost its last heat, and the autumn leaves fall to the earth, and the evening wind is biting.

Duan Mo tightened his thin clothes and walked hurriedly towards his nest. It's been half a year since he graduated from college, and he hasn't found a job yet, and he's even down enough to advertise on the streets. He clutched the sixty yuan in his pocket, thinking about what to fill his and Ye Xing's stomachs at night.

The tricycle selling roasted sweet potatoes on the corner was still parked there, Duan Mo gritted his teeth, sighed, and walked over with some procrastination.

Ye Xing seems to have said that he wants to eat baked sweet potatoes several times...... After all, in that cramped and dilapidated rental house, a steaming roasted sweet potato is probably the most comforting thing.

Duan Mo thought about it and began to scold these vendors again.

"A broken sweet potato, and it's still so expensive......"

The uncle who sold sweet potatoes was a little helpless when he saw Duan Mo coming. This young man has been asking himself about the price of roasted sweet potatoes for three days in a row, but each time he hesitates for a long time, and finally leaves.

"Here we go." Uncle didn't mind Duan Mo's behavior of only asking and not buying, but was more enthusiastic than before. "Young man, I specially left you a small one today, cheap."

"Yo, uncle, you're sorry." Duan Mo was originally planning to buy a roasted sweet potato with one-tenth of his salary today, but he was a little overjoyed when he suddenly heard the uncle say this.

The uncle smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He wrapped it up neatly for Duan Mo, took the few gross tickets that Duan Mo handed over, and thought to himself that this young man would never come to ask him about the price again in the future.

Duan Mo was carrying the stunted and languishing roasted sweet potato, and his heart was happy, but after walking a few steps, he heard the uncle behind him muttering very harshly.

"Don't let your grandson go to college in the future."

Duan Mo's lips squirmed a few times, and he wanted to turn around and taunt his uncle, but he still let out his breath after all.

After crossing a few stinky ditches and walking a dirt road, Duan Mo returned from the most prosperous part of the city to the poorest place.

The dazzling and bright lights do not belong to him, but the small dark alley in front of him is where he belongs.

The street lamp was like an ornament, glowing weakly, and the scarlet word "demolition" was the only color on the fence where he passed.

However, today's small alley seems to be a little different.

Duan Mo was afraid that the roasted sweet potato would dissipate the heat, so he hugged it tightly in his arms, and turned the corner while thinking about finding a serious company to apply for a job tomorrow.

But a fiery red Porsche 911 was parked around the corner, stuck in the narrow alley, blocking Duan Mo's way.

"Whose car! Don't have eyes? Duan Mo scolded and kicked when he raised his foot, but when he saw the car mark, which was more expensive than gold, he forcibly withdrew his foot in mid-air, almost flashing himself.

"I-!" Duan Mo saw that there was no one left and right, and hurriedly went to the side of the car to take a closer look. "Luxury cars!"

Duan Mo once saw a rich second-generation in college driving this car and picking up the most beautiful school flower in the school, and the scene left him too deep and deep impression, so even through the dim street lamp, he still recognized this incomparably classic Porsche at a glance.

"Frog eyes, fat buttocks, rear-mounted rear-drive horizontally opposed 6-cylinder engine ......" Duan Mo gently swiped the perfect body with his fingertips, and his saliva was about to flow down - the undulating curves of the body were no less tempting to men than Uehara Ai's body.

"But ......" Duan Mo was a little puzzled, this is an urban village, the dirtiest place in the whole city, how could such a luxury car appear?

Just as Duan Mo was wondering, a familiar female voice sounded.

"Let's go, or my boyfriend will be back."

The other voice was a slightly muffled male.

"Well, tonight—aren't you coming back?"

Ye Xing's tone was a little eager, "Well, I'm not coming back." ”

"So, how do you talk to him?" The man asked.

"Leave it alone, I'll fix it."

Then, the sound of footsteps sounded, and Duan Mo could even clearly hear the sound of the man's leather shoes and Ye Xing's canvas shoes rubbing against the dirt road. He hurriedly hid behind the corner, clinging to the wall.

In the dim light, Ye Xing and the man didn't notice Duan Mo's existence, they got into the car without saying a word, and slowly drove out towards the exit at the other end of the alley.

The bewitching fiery red Porsche faded away and drove into the brightly lit world that belonged to it, while Duan Mo stood in the darkness, as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

He slowly crouched down, curled up in a ball, a little unable to believe what he was seeing.

Ye Xing, his girlfriend, actually went out at night in a strange man's car?

His figure shrunk like a lonely dog.

Hallucinations, right?

The neighbor's TV was still noisy with the sound of pots and bowls colliding during the stir-frying, and the sound faintly reached Duan Mo's ears, looking ethereal, like the sound of another world.

Duan Mo heard it, what was playing on TV was Stephen Chow's movie, domestic Ling Ling paint.

He and Ye Xing once guarded the small 18-inch TV in the rental house and watched this film countless times. Whenever he saw Stephen Chow playing the piano for Yuan Yuyi and singing about autumn, Ye Xing would always cry to death.

Jacky Cheung's "Autumn Mood" was sung by Stephen Chow, and it seemed that the sadness was a little thicker, and the courage to offer her a blood-stained rose even more even if she was pointed at by her lover at gunpoint made Ye Xing even more obsessed.

Every time Ye Xing finished watching this paragraph, he would always ride on Duan Mo, pull Duan Mo's collar and ask him, "Even if I point a gun at you in the future, will you sing this song for me?" ”

Duan Mo gently hugged Ye Xing's waist and nodded with a smile on his face.

It's a happiness that even Tamaki Koji's song can't be washed away.

But what about now?