Stud earrings
When night falls, the street lamps on both sides of the street are already bright, and their dark brown heads hang down, emitting a soft and warm light.
And at this moment, Lifeng, who was lying on the bed, finally opened his dark and cold eyes, sat up with a "whoosh", and then didn't even look at Zhao Xiaoshan, who had rolled to the ground and hadn't woken up yet, took out his mask and hat from the system space and put them on, and strode out of the suite.
The surroundings were quiet, and there was no sound at all when he walked away, so that several waiters who passed by were startled by him.
After leaving the Golden Jade Relationship Hotel, Lifeng returned to the alley.
As soon as one foot stepped into the alley, the damp darkness greeted him, and then completely enveloped him.
Spring in the imperial capital is always humid, and the bangs in front of Lifeng's forehead are formed into wisps, as if he hasn't washed his hair for several days, Lifeng hates this very much, and tries to separate them by hand several times, but the effect is not very good.
In desperation, Lifeng had no choice but to give up, took out the earphones from the pocket of his clothes, and put them on his ears.
Few people come to the alley at night, especially during the holidays, so many people who set up stalls in the alleys before put their stalls on both sides of the street, even if the city management is strict, they have to set up stalls there.
After all, if you can't recruit any business in the alley, it's better to go outside and ask for customers in danger!
It's already six or seven o'clock at night, and the people who set up stalls in the alley have basically closed their stalls, and the alley, where there is no one walking, seems even more lonely.
The light of the flickering street lamp hit the body of the long man who was away from the seal, and the dust in the air fluttered and fell slowly.
Turning around, he stopped under a street lamp, raised his eyes, and looked at the colorful and bright world in front of him with some unaccustomed eyes.
Pursing his lips, he continued to walk towards the old man's table.
When he walked over from the seal, the old man still lowered his head, swallowing a large, dry-looking yellow steamed bun in his hand with a dry manuscript, and a red, lacquered cup on the wooden table.
The departure station was fixed in front of the old man, blocking the light of the old man.
The old man subconsciously raised his head, first seeing Lifeng's taut jaw, and then the eyes that were extremely deep and cold in the dark night.
The old man stood up tremblingly, carefully looked up and down the seal, and said nothing, just put away the small clouds, and a pair of seemingly ordinary sunglasses appeared on the wooden table.
Lifeng lowered his head and stared at the sunglasses on the table for a few seconds, then picked them up and put them on expertly.
When he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him turned gray, and a golden light flashed extremely quickly under Lifeng's eyes, and no one saw it, not even Lifeng himself.
When he turned around, he said in a low voice, "Thank you."
The old man moved his lips and did not speak, and there were some complicated things hidden in those cloudy eyes, which no one could see clearly and no one could understand.
When Lifeng walked under the street lamp, the old man's hoarse voice came from behind him.
"Young man, take a good look at your earrings."
The old man's words dissipated in the air, and he did not stop from the seal, and he did not look back to the ground, and walked forward resolutely.
I can't help but think of the image when I bought the earrings again.
From the indifference of the shopkeeper at the beginning, to the shock.
"Why did you choose this?"
Why did you choose this?
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I don't know.
However, he knew that this earring had an inseparable relationship with him like a lotus root.
The moon was obscured by a steady stream of dark clouds, gently casting a dim moonlight.
Lifeng stepped on the dim light, clothed in the dim moonlight, and left the alley.