In the old days, Shanghai Tang was full of foreign powers, the situation was disorderly, and under the prosperity of the void, there were numb and lucky hearts, bright lights, drunk and golden, whether rich or poor, they were all trying to survive in the cracks, begging for a living on the tip of the knife, like dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy to foreign masters......

Separated by a window, it seems to be a perfect separation between stillness and movement.

At dusk, the sunlight reflects a colorful halo through the glass window, with a little quiet sprinkled into Grace's café, Anrui sits by the window, the lace of the light blue top hat is like a flower blooming silently in the sun.

She took a sip of her coffee and was picking up a book when she suddenly heard a noise outside, and looked up to see a group of policemen followed by a dozen or so people in black suits, looking around, chasing, and holding guns in their hands......

"Miss." The boss gentlemanly put down a plate of Western-style snacks, and when he saw An Rui looking outside, he sighed helplessly: "It's the third time, today, I don't know whose child is going to suffer again." ”

It's none of her business, An Rui retracted her gaze, smiled politely at the boss, flipped through the pages of the book, and before she could start reading, she heard the door of the café being pushed open, and the wind chimes made a crisp sound, and when she looked up, there was a figure beside the door.

The man's handsome cheeks caught her eye, and she saw him quickly tear off his fake beard, untie his bow tie, put on a pair of gold-rimmed round-framed glasses, and take off his trench coat and put it between his arms naturally.

When she came back to her senses, An Rui found that he was already sitting opposite, looking calm, leaning on the armrest, his black hair shining faintly in the sun, his deep eyes staring out the window, his slender fingers kept tapping, she didn't finish a thought, but she heard the man ask casually: "Miss, do you know Russian?" ”

Hearing this, An Rui was startled, lowered her eyes, and saw the words "Anna Karenina" written in Russian on the cover of the book, and instantly understood, she looked at the person again, her cheeks were angular, her eyebrows were handsome, and the pair of gold-wire glasses were on the bridge of her nose. He and the group?

With doubts, An Rui put down the book, stirred the coffee with a spoon, and said, "Sir, is this how you accosted you?" Doesn't seem too clever? ”

He did not have a trace of embarrassment, but became more calm, stacked a pair of long legs, and said with a light smile: "I also love to read his books, especially "War and Peace". He lifted the frame of the mirror and said absent-mindedly: "The way to pick up a conversation is not to be clumsy or clever, but to see if it can help me get you interested." ”

When the eyes touched, An Rui saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly floating, his hands were spread, and his gentle and confident voice sounded in his ears again, "The result is obvious, isn't it?" ”

To him, An Rui did not seem to be disgusted, smiled unconsciously, and was about to open her mouth to refute, but she heard the noise outside getting closer and closer, she couldn't help but look outside, pedestrians were scurrying around, the group of police caught the young man and searched his body, followed by several gunshots, frightened, suddenly felt someone holding his hand, and heard him as subtle as a whisper.

An Rui looked back in amazement, and he said again: "Help me!?" ”

The group of people really came for him, An Rui didn't want to cause trouble, but his eyes, under the orange sun, seemed familiar, inexplicably cordial and familiar, so that she couldn't bear to refuse.

Several policemen had already entered the café, An Rui hesitated slightly, broke free of his hand, his heart pounded, and pretended to be calm and asked, "What now?" ”

He raised his index finger, made a silent gesture, and shook his head.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, An Rui's heart seemed to be carrying a drum, but he was calm, holding his hand, the palm was wet for a while, she raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes met, An Rui vaguely felt his uneasiness.

It turned out that holding hands was just a way for him to pretend to be self-pretending while calming his anxiety, or a hint.

"What's your relationship?"

The two said in unison: "Friends (boyfriend and girlfriend)." ”

The leading policeman looked at it for a moment and said in a muffled voice: "You, stand up!" ”

He knew that he couldn't avoid it, as long as he searched his body, that thing would be exposed, and he would be in danger.

And she? He looked at An Rui, and although he was worried, he stood up slowly without moving.

At this moment, a few more people came in, An Rui thought for a moment, and asked with a smile in Japanese: "Wait, I don't know what happened to my boyfriend?" She said as she handed over the specially issued documents issued by the Japanese consulate to another group of leaders.

After taking a look, the man's face changed slightly, he nodded hurriedly, and said in Japanese: "Miss, forgive me, I bothered you two." The man led the men out of the café, but he kept wandering around, looking at them from time to time.

There was no danger, An Rui's heart was relieved, but she didn't want him to suddenly take her into her arms, and before she could react, he had already kissed her.

She panicked, her eyes widened, her lips were covered by unfamiliar warmth, An Rui instinctively wanted to struggle, she didn't want his arms to be clenched and couldn't move, she only felt a trace of burning on her lips. She grabbed him by the collar with both hands, resisting? But why is it that in the face of the intimate contact of a strange man, there are ripples in the bottom of my heart? Gradually......