Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1630 Venture Capital
When flowers, fruits or wheat are gradually corrupted and fermented to a certain extent, but have not completely melted into wine, they often emit an indescribable smell: the base tone is rich and heavy, but it seems to have a hint of alcohol in the softness. Countless tiny spikes, while delighting you, also offend you.

Xie Feng once smelled a similar smell when his mother was making plum wine; but the plum wine with rock sugar was too flattering, unlike the strange smell at this time - it permeated the air. The nose is soft, but it does not conceal its intention to invade and occupy.

At this time, this strange smell is wrapping Xie Feng's mind, like a broken plank, driving her ups and downs in a drowsy dream.

She vaguely felt that she was in the process of moving; she felt dizzy and nauseated for a while, and she couldn't open her eyes when she wanted to wake up.She didn't know where she was, did she fall asleep on the way to school?Have you ever taken the subway?She wanted to go home today—no, no, it would be nice to go to school.

"Oh," a female voice that was as unfamiliar as that smell seemed to say from afar, "...I cried."

who?What?
"...Sister Dong, do you really want to take her back?"

When the words of a man's empire sounded, the sense of crisis pierced into Xie Feng's consciousness like a sharp knife, causing her to wake up a little bit after being shocked - she controlled her eyesight Impulsive, he still closed his eyes and remained motionless, feeling that the sweat all over his body was greeted by the cold air of the air conditioner.By the way, she's in a car.

"I don't think she looks like a girl at all in her dress. It is very likely that she is those insecure elements," the man from the empire continued, "Isn't it good to take it back?"

The person he called "Sister Dong" was probably the woman who let her get in the car.Xie Feng still wasn't sure if he was saved, or if he was out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth—why did the woman take him away?Where to take it back?

The woman didn't answer, and the car was quiet for a few seconds.

When her voice sounded, as if she didn't hear the man's words at all, she just asked suddenly: "Street lamp or rich tree, which one do you like?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" The man was stunned, and replied a little confused: "Fat, let's make a fortune tree."

The woman called "East Sister" heard this, and said flatly: "I don't like any of them."

What is she talking about?What do you like or don't like?Xie Feng thought suspiciously.

After "street lamps and money trees", the man didn't ask any more questions.As soon as the car was quiet, Xie Feng's mind became dazed again, and he didn't know where he was drifting; when she woke up again, she opened her eyes in the darkness, and stretched out her hand to feel around her.

"Didn't you wake up several times in the car?" The somewhat familiar voice rang out with some complaints, "Why did you come here like a bag of potatoes?"

Xie Feng got up in a daze, blinked vigorously, and gradually saw clearly.

Her clothes were soaked by the rain at the moment, and the air-conditioning wind was blowing all the way in the car. At this moment, she was wet and covered with a heavy blanket, which made her feel like she was about to be buried alive. Yes; Xie Feng lifted the blanket, sat up from the sofa, stepped on the cold floor with his toes, shivering involuntarily.

Shoes were taken off.

On the opposite side is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but the skylight coming in is as dark as a gauze curtain.The high and low buildings in the city of tears are all covered in the gray rain and fog outside the window; occasionally, the lights that were turned on in advance pierced the downpour, as if violating a taboo, and were covered by thick fog in the blink of an eye.

A figure was sitting in front of the French windows, with bare legs protruding from the satin nightgown and resting on the footstool.All the details of that woman disappeared, and on the dark black silhouette, there was only a line of smooth and dull whiteness, sliding across the undulations of her body and smooth skin, like a person made of metal.

The room was cold and dark, without a trace of life.Even the half glass of wine left on the table, a saucer stained with sauce, and a wrinkled napkin looked like ancient human relics, not like they had just been used—lunch ?dinner?what time is it now?

Xie Feng jumped up suddenly, but swayed top-heavy, and almost fell down again.She hurriedly supported the coffee table, and waited until the Venus receded in front of her eyes before asking in imperial dialect: "Where am I? Did you bring me home?"

"No, this is the hotel where I live." The woman turned her head slightly, her cheekbones and jaw were reflected in the sky like plaster. "Send you to the hospital, you don't have money to see a doctor, do you?"

"I'm not sick," Xie Feng said immediately, "I just fell down... Thank you, I'm leaving now."

"I didn't drive you away." She smiled and said.

"I, I know... I'm sorry, I just need to go back and deal with something quickly." Xie Feng also felt that his attitude was not polite to the person who rescued her, so he made up for it.

"Where are you going?" the woman asked casually.

what?
"Didn't you say you want to go back, where?"

Xie Feng opened his mouth, knowing that this is a question he should be able to answer soon, but he still stammered for two seconds before saying, "I... I live in a hotel."

The figure in front of the window suddenly sat up straight, bent down, and picked up something from the other side of her armchair—Xie Feng's schoolbag.

"You only have three coins in your wallet." The woman put her schoolbag on the ground and asked, "What kind of hotel is the price so affordable?"

"You—you read my stuff?" Xie Feng felt that he should be angry at this moment, and his voice raised, but he didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't express any anger.

"When I bring you in, I need to know who you are." The woman sighed, "If something goes wrong with you, I also need to know who to contact. But... just like I thought, no one can tell you who you are." connect."

Xie Feng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I ate your apple."

"Ah?" Xie Feng was taken aback for a moment—why does this woman's speech style be so free-wheeling and jumping up and down?

Wait a minute, her apples!

"But... I only have that one apple..." Xie Feng whispered.

The woman was silent for a while, and finally put her legs down, stood up from the chair, and walked slowly to the sofa.Due to the backlight, her face was hidden in the shadows; it can only be seen that she is not short, about 1.7 meters, half a head taller than Xie Feng, who is slender and strong.

"My name is Dong Luorong," she said flatly, as if Xie Feng had asked her just now. "It doesn't matter what you call me."

At this time, Xie Feng was a little uncertain whether he should introduce himself.She didn't want to lie, but she didn't dare to tell an imperial person her real name.

"No home, no money. You have nothing but your own body." Dong Luorong's voice was hoarse and soft, but his words were not polite at all.She raised her finger and pointed to the French windows behind her, and asked, "Where do you think is safer, here or the world outside?"

... Xie Feng stayed.

Xie Feng told himself that this was temporary, and the reason why she stayed was mainly because what Dong Luorong said made a little sense, and besides, she even ordered a room service for herself.At this time, it is a bit unrealistic to carry forward the integrity. When the meal was served, Xie Feng almost buried his head in the plate - when she took a bite of the mutton, it seemed that it was harder than teeth or a fork. .

Dong Luorong seemed to regard her as an entertainment show, watching her eat while sipping the glass of cold wine.Xie Fengchang has never been stared at for a meal at such an age, and when she was half stuffed, she finally felt uncomfortable, wiped her mouth and said: "Well, although I stay here, I can still continue to do odd jobs ...I will return the meal money to you."

Perhaps there is no expression more suitable for Dong Luorong than "disgust"—when she frowned slightly, showing boredom, Xie Feng's thoughts suddenly turned to a strange place: she kind of understands why the world There will be that masochistic fetish.

"Don't give it back to me, don't save money, just order whatever you want, just treat it as me returning your apple." When Dong Luorong talked about the money, his expression was like seeing a cockroach: " If you are happy, you can also cut up all the sheets, bathrobes and pillows, break the lamps, plates and cups, and just pay according to the price."

... Her tone of voice made Xie Feng feel that she had done this kind of thing more than once.

"Do you have any grudge against Qian?" Xie Feng didn't know what to say, so he could only make a joke.

Dong Luorong looked at her, those eyes seemed to have the color of wine waves under the light.

"Yes," she replied very seriously, "Do you want money? You can take my wallet, jewelry, watch, whatever you want. My clothes are very expensive, and second-hand shops that recycle famous products will ask for it."

This woman is too strange, Xie Feng thought.

Not only did he encourage her to be a thief; Dong Luorong didn't ask who he was, what his name was, or why she fell on the side of the road in the rain, and he didn't even care who the man who chased and scolded and searched for her was. .On the contrary, she was very interested in Xie Feng's life on the street, her school, her previous experiences and the anecdotes in the city of tears - Xie Feng found that he was probably a person who was easily bewitched by appearance, because she unexpectedly He didn't feel at all that Dong Luorong was looking for news about the protesting students.

When putting down the tableware, Xie Feng thought about it and finally asked, "Why did you help me?"

At this time, Dong Luorong rested his chin on the empty glass, his eyes wandered mistyly, obviously he was not able to drink well.She tilted her head, thought for a while, and then said, "Because I feel good."

...It was difficult to communicate normally with this woman.

Xie Feng naturally didn't believe this answer, but he couldn't ask any more.

But Dong Luorong continued: "It's also because you are a girl."

Xie Feng raised his head abruptly.

"Because you're a girl, I helped you, so you won't have longings for me." Dong Luorong rolled up a strand of black hair that fell down, showing that disgusted and tired expression again: "...Imagination that a vixen will fall in love with his scholar is the most disgusting thing."

Xie Feng actually didn't quite understand it—maybe some man had similar thoughts about her?I really want to see what kind of man he is, so that he can think that this kind of woman can fall in love with him.

Unexpectedly, Dong Luorong hadn't finished speaking.

"The third reason is that I'm investing." She tilted her head, looked at the rainy and foggy city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said softly, "...What if you will evolve?"

　Why does it feel like this chapter is all licking my face... I found that the game of famine is equivalent to frozen shoulder that never heals. One day, I worked hard to fight spiders outside, and after I came home, I saw that my house was burned by wild dogs.The fruit farm I planted turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the light of the fire could not illuminate the gloomy and hopeless world in my eyes.

　
(End of this chapter)