Chapter 59

Chen Li asked Chen Yuechu to take him back to the bar. The bar was not closed yet. The manager saw him and came over strangely, whispering in his ear, "Boss, a few days ago, a woman with a child was in our store..."

"No need to say, I know." Chen Li interrupted him.

"Oh, I won't say it, I won't say it, I definitely won't say it." The manager looked as if he understood.

"It's almost time to close the store." Chen Li rubbed his eyebrows. The child's lost look appeared in his mind again, and he felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Chen Li left the bar and walked slowly forward against the flow of people along the still noisy streets of the central city. His back was blown thin by the wind.

He didn't want to go home, so he walked towards the base. Many things squeezed in his heart, and it seemed to sink into his stomach.

The lights in the infirmary had gone out, and Chen Li came in like a cat, with silent steps and light movements, but he was soon grabbed by the fur on the back of his neck by his familiar master.

"Chen Li." The voice of the smoke gun was nasal and a little hoarse.

"What if it's not him?"

"No what if," the sound of fabric rubbing, the smoke gun stretched lazily on the bed, and then sat up, "You cover my eyes and plug my ears, I know it's you."

"I don't believe it, let's try." Chen Li argued.

"I also know you are in a bad mood now, come here."

Chen Li took off his coat and removed his ribs. He rubbed his sore shoulders, followed the direction of the sound, and found the smoke gun's bed in the dark. In the dark, he accidentally touched the smoke gun's face. The moment he touched the warm skin, he felt relieved, and the stomach that was heavily squeezed by the heart seemed to be relieved in an instant.

"I'm always here, Chen Li."

"Yes."

"Really, I'll always be by your side."

"Yes."

"No matter what happens, I won't leave, and I'll die before you."

"No, Lao Yan," Chen Li's voice was full of fatigue, "Don't die in front of me, I can't stand it."

"Then I'll find a place to bury myself when I'm about to die, and you won't see it..."

"We won't die."

Chen Li turned his face slightly, and the two were very close. In the dark, Chen Li's lips rubbed against the side of Yan Qiang's face. The warm, flesh-to-flesh touch made the body temperature rise quickly. Just when Yan Qiang couldn't help but hug him, he was blocked.

"Lao Yan, it's not time yet." Chen Li said calmly.

"Don't you see me clearly?" Yan Qiang put his hand away politely, his voice a little muffled.

"I haven't seen myself clearly yet."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Chen Li turned his body to the side with his back to the smoke gun, "Go to sleep. If Hei Ye releases the people tomorrow, accompany me to a place."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The smoke gun's voice was slightly hoarse and gentle.

The smoke gun won two rounds of cards and finally redeemed himself.

Hei Hun yawned, raised his hand to signal to get out, watched the two people walk to the door, and added, "It's cold, wear more."

"It's not cold." The smoke gun said with a smile.

"Let's go, go, get out." Hei Hun said impatiently.

Chen Li and the smoke gun walked to the public parking lot. The smoke gun's "Governor" fell a lot of dust, separated by the anti-static material on the car film, a thin layer, floating in the air. As the car started, the layer of floating dust was blown away, leaving no trace.

"Hei Ye is lonely." Chen Li said suddenly. Cigarette smoker was stunned for a moment, then smiled meaningfully, "Yes, he is alone."

Chen Li glanced at him, "Who told you this?"

"Where are we going?" Cigarette smoker asked.

"Dirt alley."

"Ah?" Cigarette smoker glanced at the navigation window, the route was all red, "You can't drive there."

"Forgot." Chen Li muttered, opened the door and got out, the cold wind in the early morning made him sober up a little. He rubbed his temples. He didn't sleep well last night and had nightmares all night, but he forgot everything the moment he woke up, leaving only sensory irritability and dullness.

The two took the subway and happened to avoid the morning rush hour. During this time, the carriage was not so crowded.

People of all kinds stood on the old and dirty floor of the subway in various postures. Many of them were looking down at their mobile phones. Chen Li glanced at the page that the man dressed as a worker next to him was looking at. It was a list of today's social news, and the number was more than doubled than usual.

"It's not peaceful recently." Chen Li said in a seemingly casual tone.

"Ah..." The worker's eyes did not leave the screen, but he naturally joined in, "So many bad things have happened all of a sudden, I really don't know which god got angry."

"It's not a bad thing, those who died are all rich people." Chen Li continued to chat with the worker.

"The rich people died, and the money didn't go into my pocket, but I got a worse boss." The worker's fingers kept tapping on the screen, he was writing comments on social news.

"Oh? Your former boss also had an accident?"

"Ah, yes, wasn't it the place where the fire broke out, he was so happy that he became a ghost."

"It's really unlucky." Chen Li said.

"Have you been there? I heard that it's..." The worker sucked his tongue and found a word he thought was most appropriate, "It's obscene."

"I haven't been there." Chen Li lied without blushing or beating his heart.

"If you are tired of being a high-class person, you should become a low-class person." The worker's words sounded somewhat philosophical.

"Of course." Chen Li said.

After the worker finished writing the review, he read it carefully again and revised his grammar. Before the worker looked up, Chen Li quietly left the place and found the smoker not far away.

"Who are you chatting with so happily?" The smoker was a little dissatisfied.

"Unhappy," Chen Li denied, "The impact of the fire in Tushita Heaven is much greater than I thought."

"Because of live broadcast, there has never been such a live broadcast, allowing civilians to see the rich being burned to death, this kind of... a terrible suggestion," Yanqiang frowned and whispered, "Let them see the possibility of resistance."

"Shouldn't this be a good thing?"

"This is not a benign suggestion, and Master Mei has never been on their side."

"How do you know?"

"Don't you remember Master Mei's operation to hook us? t, and the female star's obligation body, when has he ever pitied ordinary people?" Yanqiang paused, "He can even sacrifice his little lover."

Chen Li didn't expect Yanqiang to be so sharp, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Did I guess wrong?"

"No... It should be what you think."

The subway arrived at the station, and the two walked out of the dilapidated station.

It was the first time for Chen Li to come to the mud alley. The rich and complex fragrance filled his nose. This flower and grass smell made him feel very unfamiliar. Chen Ming only liked azaleas, and azaleas did not have such a strong fragrance.

At the outermost of the dirt alley is a herbal medicine shop. The old-fashioned shop window opens downwards. A piece of dry patterned cotton cloth is laid on the iron plate, on which a large number of dried bouquets are placed. Although the colors are not as bright as fresh flowers, they are not dull.

Among the dried flowers, a white woman in a thick cloth skirt is sitting there with her head down, tying flowers.

"Hello." Chen Li bent down slightly.

The white woman raised her head and smiled brightly, "Hello, what flowers do you want to buy? There are also flower tea and herbs."

Chen Li was silent for a moment, "I want azalea."

The white woman's expression changed. She stood up, patted the grass leaves on her hands on her apron, and came out of the shop, "Wait a moment, I'll go to the flower room to get it for you."

The two waited in front of the herbal medicine shop for a few minutes, and an old woman in a clean white apron hurried over. Her hands were still dripping with water, and she had a faint smell of food on her body.

"You finally came to see me." The old woman had an old face, but her eyes were like those of a young person, very bright, she said to Chen Li with a smile.

"How can you be sure it's me?" Chen Li asked.

The old woman said confidently, "I can tell at a glance."

"Is t here today?"

"He's not here today," the old woman turned her eyes to the smoker, with approval in her eyes, "your... friend, his soul is very straight, he must be a determined person."

"I want to ask you something." Chen Li said politely.

"Okay, but I won't tell fortunes for her children." The old woman said.

"I'm not here to tell fortunes," Chen Li said, "but why?"

"No reason, I don't want to."

The old woman took the two into the dirt alley, and enthusiastically introduced the shops on both sides along the way. They were all handmade shops, which seemed so out of place in this highly mechanized era. But the people who make a living in this alley all have peaceful and relaxed expressions, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

"I'm cooking," the old woman pushed open a pine door, "I made rice cake soup, you can have some too, it has mushrooms, beans and beef cubes."

"Thank you." Chen Li said.

Yongqiang leaned over and whispered a few words to Chen Li, who patted his arm.

"The mushrooms are fresh, I grew them myself, the beans and beef cubes are quick-frozen, so I used a lot of chili sauce to cover up the smell," the old woman's movements were as brisk as her tone, and she laid out the bowls and chopsticks neatly, "You can definitely eat spicy food, you look like you can even eat iron."

Yongqiang was amused by the old woman's words, "That's not the case."

"Let's eat first, eat more, it's too cold!" The old woman sat down.

The old woman made a big pot of rice cake soup, as if she had expected them to come. This was not surprising. After all, the old woman was a Feng Shui master, an old Feng Shui master, and she knew nothing was strange.

"How old are you this year?" The old woman was like a kind elder.

"Twenty-six." Chen Li answered.

"What about you?" The old woman turned her head to the smoke gun.

The smoke gun was a little uncomfortable, but still answered truthfully, "Twenty-eight."

"Twenty-six and twenty-eight, encountering everything, it is wood giving birth to gold..." The old woman narrowed her eyes and muttered to herself.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't tell my fortune?" Chen Li was a little helpless.

The old woman's young and lively eyes glared at Chen Li in a complaining manner, "How can I tell your fortune? I am telling you your marriage, which is pretty good, pretty good."

Chen Li forced himself to suppress the urge to talk back and laughed dryly, "You decide."

The corners of the smoker's mouth couldn't help but rise, and he immediately buried his head and slurped the soup, but his ears were alert, and he hoped that the old and the young could continue this topic.