Seeing her son's hurried footsteps, Li Xiangzhi hurriedly chased them out and advised: "Muzi, run slowly, there are many more cars on Seoul Road than in 'Yuanbei', be careful when crossing the road, and you are not familiar with the road, don't run too far..."

"Ann, Ann, Mom, I'm nineteen years old, and I'm not a child, I'm just going to the street to eat, so don't worry about it. Zhang Muzi impatiently interrupted his mother's words, ran to the end of the corridor covered with red carpet, and took the elevator out of the hotel.

Nine o'clock is the beginning of Seoul's nightlife, and the entire neighborhood is full of neon lights flashing with seductive colors on the rooftops of hundreds of tall buildings;

Thousands of cars on the road form a long river, with countless lights on, rushing endlessly;

The sidewalks are full of glamorous and fashionable men and women, and the whole city gives people a bustling, young and thriving feeling.

It's a pity that mixed in the crowd at this time, the hungry Zhang Muzi had no intention of appreciating this beautiful urban night scene, and walked lazily with a completely different posture from the straight posture of most young people on the street.

Since he was a child, he has his own ideas for finding food in unfamiliar places, and he is suspicious of food recommendations on the Internet, and he will never enter fashionable restaurants with well-decorated roadside decorations, and he loves to find restaurants with old signs, pre-owned shops, and crowded with local diners.

Usually this kind of shop is not built on a particularly prosperous main road, so it was not until he saw a side road with many low-rise apartment buildings, not dense but by no means sparse, and all kinds of small shops on both sides of the street, Zhang Muzi's eyes lit up, and he turned in, and only walked a few steps, and then he smelled a pungent aroma wafting from afar.

Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help it, and spit out a word with a smile, "Zanyao." After following the smell and turning into a more remote alley from the auxiliary road, I finally saw an old-fashioned restaurant crowded with five or six people waiting in line at the door of the house.

After getting closer, Zhang Muzi found that what he found was a barbecue restaurant with six or seven tables, but the aroma he smelled was not the smell of barbecue, but the stir-fried seafood chowder with thick oil and red sauce.

Seeing a plate of seafood fried with shiny sweet potato vermicelli, Zhang Muzi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and lined up at the end of the waiting line with anticipation.

Fortunately, the few diners waiting in front of him turned out to be friends who were having dinner together, so in less than ten minutes, Zhang Muzi had already entered the restaurant.

As soon as he sat down, a middle-aged woman dressed plainly and wearing a cloth pocket on her chest walked up to him with the menu and asked, "Guest, what do you want to eat?"

"A portion of beef tenderloin, a portion of pork belly, a portion of beef tongue, and a mid-plate of three-threaded fried seafood," Zhang Muzi, who had already thought of something to eat, said without hesitation: "The drink is beer, a large glass of cold draft beer." ”

"Is that going to be served now, or will you wait for your friend to come?" asked casually after the middle-aged woman wrote down the meal Zhang Muzi ordered.

"I didn't wait for my friends, so I came to dinner by myself, and the sooner the dishes were served, the better. Zhang Muzi said impatiently.

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman was obviously stunned, glanced at Zhang Muzi in surprise, but didn't say anything, nodded and turned around and left the table.

Hungry, waiting for the food to be served is the most anxious and boring moment for a person, watching the middle-aged woman walk to the kitchen, Zhang Muzi looked around boredly, and suddenly found that among the young people sitting around the two tables in front of him on the right, there was a girl with short hair who looked very pure and cute.

Everyone has a love for beauty, although Zhang Muzi has not yet fully opened up about the affairs of men and women, and can see this kind of beautiful girl who is far beyond the level, and can't help but take a few more looks, but overheard the girl talking to her companion in a soft voice, it is actually a mixture of Korean and Korean dialects in Chinese.

Zhang Muzi couldn't help but be slightly stunned by such a strange way of talking, and subconsciously paid attention to the other people in the restaurant, only to be surprised to find that when the five or six tables of guests other than him spoke, almost all of them were mixed up with seventy percent Chinese and three percent Korean and Korean dialects.

I never expected that Korean, as the second official language, would be so popular among the people of the peninsula, and this special language environment made Zhang Muzi feel that he was out of place with the land under his feet, and a sense of foreboding that might be very sad in the future arose in his heart.

As he was thinking about it, the barbecue, fried seafood, and beer he ordered had been brought to him by the young waiter at the restaurant.

At the moment of deliciousness, Zhang Muzi immediately emptied his messy thoughts, and feasted on stir-fried seafood, wine, and meat, and after a while, he showed a slightly drunken and satisfied smile.

There is a small fried shop in the 'round table', and at night, like Zhang Muzi, he orders four or five stir-fried dishes with a price of no more than 100 yuan per plate, and there are many diners who drink wine and eat meat.

But in Seoul, eating haeise alone in a restaurant is very conspicuous, and after a while, it attracts the attention of others, some secretly smiling, and some showing a look of respect and distance.

Zhang Muzi ate happily, didn't notice the focus of the restaurant at all, and unconsciously transferred from the beautiful short-haired girl in front of him to himself, and after drinking a large glass of draft beer, he shouted loudly: "Waiter, please bring me another glass of beer." ”

After shouting, he excitedly took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of Lu Wenhao, who was far away in 'Yuanbei'.

Because the two have been in contact with each other intermittently, Lu Wenhao knew very well that Zhang Muzi's grandfather had just died, and after the phone was connected, he immediately asked with concern: "Feimu, how are the past two days, are you okay?"

I'm afraid that you are busy with the funeral, so you haven't called, even if you don't need it, I also plan to ask for leave to go to the 'Han Dynasty' to meet you, but Yasha suddenly had a severe cold and turned pneumonia..."

"Don't worry, Tuba, I'm fine now, I'm eating beef, seafood and beer in Seoul," Zhang Muzi interrupted his friend with a smile and said, "I'm going to a cram school in Seoul tomorrow, and I'm going to relax at the end tonight."

But how are you doing in 'Yuanbei', Yasha is sick, and you must be busy as a 'horse dog', right?"

"I'm killing you banana, I'm in 'Yuanbei' because I can't go to 'Han Chao' to help you feel guilty, and you call me a 'horse dog', right?

Fat wood, you'd better never have a girlfriend for the rest of your life..."Listening to the tone of the dead party, the tone was much more cheerful than the previous call, and Lu Wenhao also joked relaxedly.

The two chatted for a long time across the vast sea, and when Zhang Muzi hung up the phone when he was full of wine and food, the time had reached about eleven o'clock.

After checking out, he left the restaurant, he blew a cool breeze and walked in the alley that was almost empty, and was about to turn into the auxiliary road, when he suddenly heard a group of young boys and girls wearing coffee-colored school uniforms at the opposite intersection, gathered under the street lamp, and did not know what to do, a slightly fat short man, a round-faced girl shouted: "Fat brother, stop..."

Zhang Muzi, who came to Seoul for the first time, naturally didn't think that someone was talking to him, so he didn't stop at all, and continued to move forward with his own care.

At this time, I heard the round-faced girl immediately shout at him: "Hey, don't pretend you can't hear it, I'm talking about you, fat brother in a black shirt, if you don't stop, I'll chase after you." Saying that, with a few companions, he slowly walked behind Zhang Muzi.

Hearing this, Zhang Muzi paused, looked down at the black jacket on his body, and looked left and right at all on the road at all except himself, and knew that it was probably bad luck to meet a bad boy in Seoul.

An otaku like him, who came from a wealthy family, has been the best target of bullying for bad students since he was in elementary school, if it weren't for Lu Wenhao, who can fight and fight, no one would dare to provoke him anymore, and he didn't know how much bullying he would have to suffer.

However, this time is different from the past, although he has not been able to drive the 'Qingfu Zhengshen' to exert powerful supernatural powers, and he has not received the evolutionary power of the 'gray paste' feedback once, but after the strong wind and waves, Zhang Muzi has long been out of mind about the threat of several bad teenagers.

He stopped, his mind turned, and a wave of fluctuations rippled around his body that could not be detected by the naked eye, and the boys and girls who chased after him with hippie smiling faces trembled inexplicably in their hearts, and shivered unconsciously.

After that, Zhang Muzi turned his head slowly, his eyes were already bloodshot red, surrounded by a yin wind, his hair fluttered slightly, and he asked in an incomparably old unknown dialect: "What's the matter with you stopping the deity?"

At the entrance of the alley in the dim night, seeing this scene through the moonlight, those bad boys first froze all over, their faces became bloodless, and then someone exclaimed, "Ah, ah, ah, ghost...", turned around and ran wildly towards the street lamp, as if the dazzling light was his lifeline, and behind him was full of companions who stumbled and ran away.

Zhang Muzi, who had already been thinking about summoning his gods and retreating, looked at his peers who had fled, the red light in his eyes dissipated, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes suddenly froze, and he was surprised to see that the beautiful short-haired girl he had seen in the restaurant actually stood under the street lamp and glanced at him.

I felt a little stunned in my heart, but it was none of my business, Zhang Muzi no longer thought about it after burping, turned around and continued to walk in the direction of the hotel.

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