Bai Yulan was so ashamed and angry, and what was even more disgusting was that after the guy finished teasing her, he left again...
Could this guy be his nemesis?
She wanted to get angry several times, and even hit someone directly, but in the end she couldn't do it, and his words were all in her heart.
She couldn't refuse.
Is this guy really a slutty young man? Why does he look no worse than those smart old foxes in the mall?
Also, when leaving, reminding herself that "it doesn't taste right" made her so embarrassed and anxious that she almost got violent and beat him out.
However, after the others left, she recalled it carefully and realized that she had heard wrongly. He was not talking about the "wrong smell" on her body, but about Sister Yan.
Why did he say that "Sister Yan" smelled wrong? Did he see something? How could he, an outsider, know that there was something wrong with "Sister Yan"?
"Sister Lan, it's time to eat...Where's Brother Sen?" Axiang walked in with the food and found that Bai Yulan was alone and Zhou Sen was already gone.
"Brother Sen, Axiang, are you familiar with him?" Bai Yulan was immediately furious, her eyebrows as sharp as knives.
Axiang felt guilty: "Sister Lan, how was your discussion?"
"You girl, do you want to sell me so you can find a new home?" Bai Yulan said angrily. How could she be angry with Axiang? She bought this girl from a trafficker. In fact, Over the years, she has rescued many such girls and funded an orphanage specifically for girls.
"Sister Lan, you didn't leave Brother Sen to eat?" Axiang asked in a low voice.
"you……"
Bai Yulan's heart suddenly touched. She seemed to have gone too far. It was not him who was at fault. She was still saying such evil things. For a moment, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
…
It is a Japanese-style building located on the bustling Central Street. There are many cars and carriages parked in front of the door. It can be said that there is a lot of traffic.
On a winter night, there are few places in the entire Ice City that can have such a scene. It is "Musashino", a high-end Japanese food store in Ice City.
This is the first choice place for many expatriates and military officers in Japan's ice city to eat. Many ingredients are shipped directly from Japan.
It is said that one is hard to find and it does not accept Chinese people.
In a secret box.
A short-cut Japanese man wearing a kimono and glasses knelt in front of the case. In front of him was a woman wearing a colorful kimono. However, this woman did not have an oriental face, but a white face.
"He went to Taipingqiao Casino yesterday?"
"Yes, sir." The woman knelt on the ground, not daring to look at the Japanese man with a crew cut.
"Why?"
"His subordinate Ye San'er was framed as a con man and was detained in a gambling house. He went to get money to redeem him." The woman answered.
"Why did such a thing happen?" The cup in the hand of the little Japanese guy with a flat head hit the wooden table with a bang!
"Sir, please calm down. Someone is probably jealous of Zhou Sen's promotion, so they plan to teach him a lesson?"
"Baga, go check it out!"
"Yes!" The woman stood up and bent down to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
"Any other instructions, sir?"
"How was that going?"
"Still looking, but no progress yet..."
"Baga..." A frightening light flashed in Xiao Pingtou's eyes, and he pulled the kimonoed woman over.
…
In fact, as soon as Zhou Sen walked out of the back door of Ningxiang Pavilion, he regretted it again. Why did he say "again"? It was the same last time.
Speaking of which, Bai Yulan smelled so good, a smell that made him feel at ease. He really didn't want to leave.
It's getting dark. Although there are street lights on the streets, pedestrians have already gone home. The silent streets, the biting cold wind, and the hungry bellies...
I didn't even get a bite of hot food. I failed. I will definitely not choose to come here at night next time. If I come during the day, at least I can get out and get a car.
Zhou Sen lowered his head and hurried back home from Huifangli. He had to walk for at least an hour, so he thought it was just for exercise.
Don't dare to take a shortcut or take a small road. It's not safe in broad daylight, not to mention it's late at night.
On this street, at least there are street lights on both sides, and you can meet a few pedestrians from time to time, especially when walking along the railway line.
There are police patrols on this railway. Generally, road thieves dare not approach them. If they are caught, they will have to go to jail.
We passed by a small night market. At this point, there were quite a few people. The station was unloading goods at night and needed workers, so the night market started.
Zhou Sen didn't think it was appropriate to go home and let Irina start cooking, so he just ate a few bites at the night market and went back.
"Boss, let's have a bowl of gnocchi."
"Hey, sir, you are a respectable man, why did you come to eat in this dirty place like ours?" The boss covered the dark pot lid, looked up, and saw Zhou Sen in a woolen coat, and was quite surprised. surprise.
"Respectable people also need to eat."
"That's true. Please wait a moment. Would you like some more side dishes to go with your wine?" the boss asked enthusiastically.
"You still sell alcohol here?"
"It's such a cold day. If you don't drink something, you won't be able to stand up to work at night. This is an authentic sweet potato roast."
"Okay, give me two taels, and you can take care of the appetizers." Zhou Sen was just thinking about having a sip of wine and a hot meal.
"Here you go, your wine and appetizers." As soon as we sat down, the boss brought the wine and appetizers over.
Peanuts, pig ears, and fat intestines.
The wine is not a good one, but it is spicy enough. Once you take one sip, a heat surges up in your stomach. It is indeed strong enough.
Zhou Sen himself would never have been to a place like this, so it felt quite fresh.
In a short time, the 2 ounces of wine were gone, and most of the appetizers were gone. The waiter brought over a large bowl of gnocchi.
When it's steaming hot, pick a piece of lard, make some chili sauce, and drizzle a little sesame oil on it. The aroma is fragrant and so tempting.
When it comes to eating, we Chinese are very particular about it.
"Sir, have you finished eating?"
"Not bad, boss, you did a good job making the gnocchi." After Zhou Sen finished eating, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth and praised.
"The dough is two cents, the wine is one dime, the peanuts are one cent and a half, the pig ears and sausages are two cents..."
Zhou Sen took out a dollar and put it on the table: "One dollar, no need to change."
"Thank you, sir." The boss happily accepted the money, nodded and bowed, and sent Zhou Sen out of his shop in person.
Now that I'm full and not cold anymore, I naturally have the strength to walk, and my steps are much faster than before.
Huh……
Could it be that he drank too much just now and was dazzled? Why did he feel like there was someone following him behind him?
Zhou Sen stopped deliberately, turned his head and glanced behind him, but found no one.
But just now I clearly felt that there was a dark shadow behind me. It was a human being. If it was a cat or dog, it couldn't be that tall.
Maybe I was dazzled and didn't pay attention, so I kept walking forward.
But when he turned around inadvertently, he seemed to see another black shadow flashing past. His eyes were correct, it must be a person.
Could it be that there are still people following him? Ever since he caught Lin Dakuan stalking his subordinate Sun Erhu, that shouldn't be the case.
Forget it, just follow!
As long as it's not detrimental to yourself, what else can you do? If you overreact, you will be the one who suffers.
Zhou Sen didn't care whether there was a little tail behind him or not, and headed home all the way.
Finally arriving home, he took out the key and opened the door. He did not go back to the house immediately, but stood with his back against the big iron door.
Da da……
There was a slight sound of footsteps. It was someone walking past his door, reaching out to open the small hole in the iron door and looking out.
Sure enough, he saw a figure wearing a black windbreaker and a woolen hat passing by the door of his house with his head lowered. He was short and slender, with his hands in his coat pockets. From the back, he looked like a woman.
Who is this person, who is he, and why is he following me?
He remembered the smell. It was very strange. He had probably never seen it before. He was becoming more and more sensitive to smells, and he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Zhou Sen returned to the house with doubts and did not turn on the lights. He was afraid that the stalker would see him if he turned on the lights in the house.
I went upstairs in the dark, entered the study, closed all the curtains, turned on the lamp on the desk, and sat down.
A lot happened on this day.
Zhou Sen leaned back on his chair, feeling tired of not thinking about anything or doing anything. As long as nothing happened in the next two days, Wu En's matter would probably not be a big deal.
On the contrary, Bai Yulan was in a bit of trouble. She was a woman, but she was attracted by Bingcheng's underworld and business tycoons at the same time.
They all wanted to swallow her to the bone, but now it seemed that it was he, an inconspicuous little person, who got the advantage in the end.
If he had followed his previous personality, this Bai Yulan would have been able to hide as far away as he wanted. But now, if he wanted to hide, he could hide even if he didn't see him.
If Su Wenqing and Qin Laoqi knew that he was the one who took the lead on Bai Yulan, would they eat him alive?
He didn't dare to say that this matter could be concealed. There is no airtight wall in the world, not to mention that the Ningxiang Pavilion will not be a copper wall or an iron wall in the future.
what can we do about it?
After sitting there for nearly two hours, I suddenly saw the clock on the wall pointing to eleven o'clock.
Zhou Sen's mind immediately jumped to the fable that was played on the radio last night.
Will tonight...
Once his curiosity arose, he couldn't hold it back. Zhou Sen's palms were sweating. He walked over, pulled off the cloth on the radio, turned on the power, and slowly turned up the volume.
Rustling...squeaking...
After fine-tuning the frequency knob, a female voice came from the radio. It was the young voice from yesterday. He recognized it.
"There lived a group of wild wolves in the cold Siberian forest. One day, the wild wolf queen gave birth to a wolf pup. This pup was different from other wild wolves when it was born. Its fur was snow-white and its eyes were white. is black……"
It's this story again. The content of the story is boring. Zhou Sen doesn't feel so scared anymore when he listens to it again.
This is the story of an abandoned wolf cub who was adopted by a hunter, went hunting with the hunter, met his own tribe, escaped to protect the hunter, and finally died with his tribe.
This story can actually be applied to any ferocious beast, it is nothing more than domesticated.
After listening to it twice, just as Zhou Sen reached out to turn off the radio, he suddenly frowned as if he thought of something.
So, he found a pen and paper, listened to it a third time, and recorded the entire story.
After the story was played three times, the previous "rustling" sound of the electricity returned.
Zhou Sen knew this story by heart after reading it over and over again. He even dreamed that he turned into the snow wolf.
The face of the hunter who had tamed the snow wolf was changed to look like Father Anthony.
Maybe he was thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night. Zhou Senmeng woke up and found that he was sweating all over.
It was still dark outside the window, and the temperature inside the house was much colder. He got up and went to lick some firewood for the fireplace to make the fire bigger.
The temperature in the room gradually increased. Zhou Sen poured a glass of water and placed it on the bedside. At this time, he could no longer sleep.
He put on a thick coat, leaned against the bedside, and picked up a novel. It was the novella "Ball of Suet" by French writer Maupassant. He had read this novel when he was in school, and he had also read it himself. , but now that I read it, I feel even more emotional.
In a sense, his current role is similar to that of Ball of Suif. Many choices are not what he wants, but he has to face them.
A group of French aristocrats, congressmen, and self-proclaimed superiors, shouting patriotism, are indeed selfish, shameless wretches in private, but they are not as noble and pure as the soul of a prostitute. Isn't this now? What is the current situation of the puppet Manchukuo?
I can't degenerate into that kind of person.
