After Qin Wuyou left, Angel Yan did not follow him back. Instead, he sat on the ground alone with his eyes blank. It was not until Zi Luo Lan went to explain all the subsequent matters and called her when he came back that he came back to his senses. Come.
She walked out of the gate of the community in a daze, stared at the direction back for two or three seconds, and then chose the opposite direction to leave.
Angel Yan was walking alone on the road, the sun was shining brightly, and passers-by had their brows stretched and bright smiles on their faces.
She lowered her head, her face was gloomy, and there was no light in her eyes. There was noisy music, the honking of vehicles and the noise of the crowd, but it seemed to be isolated from another world. She felt so lonely and helpless among the crowd, as if she had been forgotten by the world.
She passed a small restaurant and saw the laughing customers inside, and couldn't help but sigh softly. She felt like a lost wolf abandoned by the wolves, wandering alone in this bustling city, unable to find her own destination.
Angel Yan suddenly felt that she was missing something. An indescribable feeling of loneliness enveloped him, making her feel empty in her heart and unable to let go. She seemed to be standing alone somewhere at the end of the world, seeing all the good and bad in the world, but no one could share her feelings. She felt cold and tired, as if the world had lost all its luster.
Angel Yan wandered aimlessly in the city, passing through busy streets and deserted alleys, looking at all kinds of people. At this moment, she always felt that she was out of tune with them, as if she was isolated from the world. .
Unknowingly, she came to the bank of a big river. Looking at the endless flow of the river, Angel Yan stopped unknowingly, walked to the river and crossed the guardrail to sit on the river bank, staring intently at the people approaching under the river bank. Ten meters of water.
The river in front of you is like a clear jade belt, meandering between the city center and the suburbs, flowing with all the secrets and vitality of life. Various trees and green plants grow on one side of the river bank, and the lush green shade becomes more vivid in the sunshine. Occasionally, a few birds fly down from the branches and leisurely detect the fish living in the river. The high slopes of the river bank are covered with various flowers and lawns, making people feel like they have walked into the wreath of nature.
The water surface of the river becomes crystal clear under the sunlight, with a layer of faint ripples, like caressing a soft emerald jade brick, and it has become one of the most beautiful seascapes in the city. The fish swimming in the river reveal their silver bodies in the sun and swim quickly to the distance in the middle of the river, leaving behind simple and beautiful water marks. Caressed by the breeze, the surface of the river sparkled, as if flowers all over the sky were competing to grow on the river.
Bridges span the river at certain distances. Each bridge has its own unique style and decoration. Some are antique stone bridges, some are modern reinforced concrete bridges, and some bridges are hung with lanterns. Under the night cover of the river, they are decorated together with the neon city.
In this hustle and bustle, this quiet environment is rare. The surrounding environment was full of tranquility and peace. In this atmosphere, Angel Yan felt that his heart began to slowly calm down.
She sat there quietly, her legs dangling in the air, her hands on either side of them. The facial features are exquisite, the skin is delicate, and the clear eyes reveal sadness and sorrow.
Her long golden hair was scattered on her shoulders, and the breeze blew, gently lifting her long hair and causing ripples. She seemed to be particularly engrossed in her thoughts, sitting there in a daze, as if she was simply enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
Her eyes were dull, letting the sun and wind kiss her cheeks. Her eyes had lost focus and seemed to be trapped in a confused world, and her thoughts seemed to be drifting with the breeze.
Angel Yan just sat there quietly by himself, emptying his mind and no longer thinking about troublesome things. He sat there from noon to dusk, from the bright sun to the bright lights.
"Hey, little girl."
Hearing the shouts behind him, Angel Yanga turned around in confusion and saw a young woman carrying a guitar standing behind her.
The woman looked young, probably around 27 or 28 years old. Her eye makeup is very heavy, with smoky makeup as the main focus on her eyebrows, and the ends of her eyebrows are raised, creating endless depth and mystery in the black eyeliner. Her eyeshadow is alternately applied with red and purple, and her pink-purple lips exude her romantic and fiery aura. The bags under the eyes are lightly lit, giving her a bad girl look.
Seeing the woman behind him, Angel Yan frowned slightly. It was not that he was disgusted with the sudden appearance of the woman. After all, they were strangers to each other, so of course they couldn't talk about their likes and dislikes. It's just that her makeup reminded her of an annoying person, Morgana, who always wore this kind of thick, weird makeup.
"Are you calling me?" Angel Yan asked, pointing to his face.
"Is there anyone else here besides the two of us?"
"oh."
"Little girl, it's very dangerous for you to sit there. You'd better get up quickly. It will be dangerous if you accidentally fall." The woman said seriously, pointing to the river flowing under Angel Yan's feet.
"It's okay. Thank you for your concern. And please don't call me little girl. I'm much older than you." Although Angel Yan was in a bad mood, she still managed a smile in the face of her kindness and concern. .
"Bigger than me?"
Angel Yan's words stunned the woman for a moment, and then she looked up and down at Angel Yan. This person looks to be only twenty-two or thirteen years old. How could he be older than me? Could it be that he is well-maintained?
The woman said with a look of disbelief: "You look a few years younger than me. Even if you are older than me, you are not much older."
Angel Yan agreed matter-of-factly: "Yes, not much, only about seven thousand years older."
Hearing Angel Yan's words, the woman rolled her eyes at her. Why don't you say that you came from the age of apes? You are still more than 7,000 years old. Then you are already an antique. Not to say it is an antique is an understatement. It should be said to be a fossil.
Faced with Angel Yan's nonsense, the woman did not dwell on her age.
"I've seen you sitting here since I went out at noon, and now it's dark and I still see you here. What's so hard to think about? Is it for love or money?"
"Why is it for money or love? Can't I be bothered by something else?"
"Looking at your age, you should be a college student preparing to go out into the world or just starting out, right? What big worries can you have at your age? It's just being hurt by a man or feeling confused about your future."
"Haha, then you really guessed wrong, it's not the case."
"Na na na, it doesn't matter what the reason is. Now that it's dark, you'd better go home with your friends as soon as possible. People are worried about you and have been waiting for you for a long time. Don't think too hard, your life is still very long."
"My friend is waiting for me? Who is it?"
"That's the one standing..." The woman turned around and pointed to a hillside not far away, but it was empty and no one was standing there. "Hey, what was there just now suddenly disappeared?"
"There is no one." Angel Yan looked in the direction the woman was pointing, but saw nothing. There was no one else here except the two of them, and he said doubtfully.
"Yes, I saw you two when I went out at noon today. You two have been there just now when I came back. She was standing there looking at you just now, but I don't know when she left. One is as beautiful as you She is such an outrageous beauty, but she looks cold and hard to get along with."
Cold? Could it be that Angel Leng, the people he knew in this world who met the requirements would still come to see him, and there was no one else except her. Just thinking about it, Angel Yan felt that she would actually care about him, which made him feel a bit false.
"Forget it, forget it. Anyway, go home quickly. Don't let your family and friends worry. Sister, I'll leave first." The woman said kindly, and then prepared to leave.
I heard Angel Yan laugh self-deprecatingly: "Haha, my mother is not in this world. As for friends, they are worried about me. As for home, there is no home for me here."
Hearing this, the woman who was about to leave suddenly stopped: "Well... life is always full of all kinds of misfortunes. The most important thing is that people should be more open-minded. You still have to walk alone in your future life. This It’s nothing, sister, I am also an orphan, don’t you think I am living a good life now?”
The woman obviously misunderstood what Angel Yan meant when she said her mother was no longer in this world, but she didn't explain much. Let it be a misunderstanding. After all, she was just a passerby who passed by after just acquaintance, so there was no need to say so much.
Seeing that Angel Yan didn't speak, the woman thought that she had said the wrong thing and touched her heart.
The woman climbed over the guardrail, stood next to Angel Yan, took off the guitar from her back and sat down like her.
"Hey, go on."
Then he reached out and took out something from the bag in his hand and threw it to Angel Yan.
Facing the thing thrown by the woman, Angel Yan subconsciously caught it, picked up the thing in his hand and saw that it was a can of wine.
"Would you like some drink? Maybe you will feel better if you drink some wine?" The woman raised the wine in her hand and shook it at Angel Yan.
Angel Yan looked at the wine in his hand and hesitated. He seemed to have said that he would never drink again? Then she pulled the ring on the can and took a big gulp. The cold wine flowed down her throat and into her stomach, dissipating the heat in her body.
What does what she said yesterday have to do with who she is today?
The two of them just sat quietly on the bank of the river, taking a sip of the wine in their hands from time to time, and looking at the night view of the city in the distance.
The lights in the streets and alleys are intertwined and sparkling, like a bright pearl, dazzling. At night, the dynamics and stillness of the city are displayed under the lights, integrating elements of high technology and modern fusion, which gives people a very wonderful feeling.
From a distance, you can see the towering buildings under the night sky, like a firefly pool splicing a building into the night sky. There are many neon lights hanging on the building, either displaying or flowing messages, bringing convenience and comfort to people. At night, the neon lights upstairs turn into bright fireworks, blooming with dazzling colors in the night sky. On the main road, the traffic lights are on, and the traffic flows smoothly under the illumination of these lights. There are also light bulbs on the sidewalks that emit dim light, illuminating the people walking back and forth.
The walking crowd left blurry figures in the night, and the subtle sounds of cars, footsteps, and strange voices were mixed together. In the square in the distance, pop music was played on a stage usually set up to welcome the arrival of the night, and laughter and enthusiastic shouts came from time to time. At the same time, the vast river in the distance flows with the charm of night, the sky is full of stars, and the embellished sculptures and buildings are also highlighted in this beautiful night.
In the park at night, the ground is covered with soft lights. In the vast open space, occasionally couples are walking hand in hand, their figures intertwined by the lights.
The small bridges and flowing water in the city, decorated with various night scenes, seem to have become an aesthetic art in themselves, making it difficult for people to look away and indulge in this spiritually unmanned atmosphere.
Time gradually passed, and the woman squeezed the empty wine can in her hand. There were still seven or eight empty cans lying between her and Angel Yan.
"Ah, while we were chatting, I actually forgot to check the time. I have to leave quickly, otherwise I will be late for work." As she spoke, the woman began to hurriedly pick up the wine cans left on the ground and hung up the guitar. .
"You go to work so late, do you do that kind of job?" Looking at the woman who was packing her things in a hurry, Angel Yan asked unspeakably.
"That kind? What kind of thing do you mean?"
"That's, that's... the kind of person who stands in the alley every night waiting for Yuan Ren, the artist who enlightens life and the mentor who leads the way for young people."
"...?? What are you talking about? I don't understand anything. It's not as complicated as you think. Sister, I am a resident singer in a small bar. I am both an artist and a mentor. .Okay, I’ll leave first, you can go back too.”
With that said, the woman who had packed her things quickly jumped out of the guardrail and left quickly.
After letting her walk four or five meters, she still didn't hear any movement behind her. Only then did she remember that Angel Yan had just said that he had no relatives in this world.
Thinking of this, her hurried steps slowed down. After struggling for two or three meters in her heart, she suddenly turned around and shouted to Angel Yan, who was still in a daze: "Hey, if, I mean if you really You have nowhere to go, so if you don’t mind, I can take you in for a while.”
Hearing the woman's cry, Angel Yan turned his head and looked at the woman behind him in surprise. He didn't expect that this person looked like a bad sister, but she was unexpectedly warm and kind.
Angel Yan's face burst into a touching smile: "Okay, then I'll excuse you."
"Uh... you agreed so simply, aren't you afraid that I will abduct you and sell you?" The woman did not expect Angel Yan to agree so quickly, and said a little surprised.
"Don't be afraid. I can kill thousands of people like you with one hand. If I don't sell you, you should burn incense." Angel Yan shook his head and said.
"Tch, we have to get along with each other for a few days, so let me introduce myself. My name is Jiang Chexin, what is your name?" Jiang Chexin rolled his eyes and said speechlessly.
"Yan, my name is Yan, August Yan. Please give me your advice in the future." Angel Yan jumped out of the fence and came to Jiang Chexin, while extending his little hand to Jiang Chexin.
"Yan? Foreigner?" Holding Angel Yan's white and slender hand, Jiang Che whispered Angel Yan's name a few times in his heart. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't want anyone to go to their country.
"No, it's an alien." Angel Yan shook his head and smiled.
Jiang Che's heart was choked by Angel Yan's words. Why did this girl look a little nervous or a little middle-aged? First she said she was over 7,000 years old and then she said she was an alien. Wasn't it a little hasty to take her in?
"Okay, then you follow me first. Go to my work place and wait. I will take you back after I get off work. Now time is tight and I have to go to work quickly, otherwise my salary will be deducted."
"Then let's go."
