mayfly era

After eight o'clock in the evening, all illegal and non-violating entertainment venues in the central city began to wake up, and Chen Li's bar also opened at this time.

He sat in the same old position, with the endless bottle of absinthe in front of him.He glanced to the side, but it was empty.

If he hadn't had to wait for the beginning of the month, he would have been sitting in the infirmary watching today's battle of wits and courage between the smoking gun and the black soul. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little irritable.

Old alcoholics will call a sip of a small bottle of high-strength wine a "kill". There are two most common ways to drink "kill" wine.

One is to refrigerate the whole bottle of high-grade wine, pour it out and feel chilly, drink it in one gulp, the tongue and esophagus will feel cold and refreshed, but soon, the wine will wake up in the stomach, almost burning this gluttonous organ.

The other is to freeze the wine glass.When the wine glass was taken out of the freezer, it was covered with a thin layer of frost. At this time, high-strength wine at room temperature was poured in. After the suffocation, the tip of the tongue was ice-cold and numb, but the esophagus was severely burned, and the mucous membrane in the body woke up in an instant , began to tremble wantonly.

Chen Yue curled up on the sofa, looking at the many drinkers in the bar, some of them were familiar faces, and some had never met.

Everyone is immersed in their own world, silent, talkative, frustrated... For them, wine is fresh and the first liquid to maintain their life.

The topic they talked about the most was also the fire in Tsalitian.

The threshold of Daolitian is much higher than that of this small bar, so most of the drinkers here don't like Daolitian. What they talk about most is the hostess of Daolitian. A living woman with the name "Mrs. Shang".They cursed and mocked the woman with considerable viciousness and vocabulary.

Chen Li listened expressionlessly, but he didn't feel happy either.

The people at the bottom hate the Taoli Heaven, not only because most of them cannot afford this kind of place, but more because of the resentment of being trampled underfoot by the powerful.Trao Li Heaven is the legendary kingdom where heaven and man enjoy pleasure, and just this name can make them hate it.

The poor hate the rich, and the people hate the high officials. This is a natural contradiction. No matter how many human rights scholars there are, they cannot erase the evils of this era.

Some people seem to be deliberately avoiding this topic, unwilling to mention this earth-shattering fire.The reason for this may be that there are interests involved, so he kept silent.Chen Li recalled that day when he exchanged with the writer about his own life and death. If there is a connection between them, then it will be a big chess game, with the whole central city as the chessboard.

So, who is playing chess?Is it the international lobbyist Master Mei, or the writer who seems to be laying down group mind control.

Chen Yue stood up from the sofa and walked out of the bar. The noisy indoor environment would affect his thoughts.

The platform where the bar street and the avenue intersect has always been a place that has been scrambled for.There is like a natural stage, which can attract more people's attention.

The rock band I saw last time is also performing today, but the boy in the red dress is missing.They are still enthusiastic, accompanied by the sound of sharp electronic music, the messy long hair of the teenagers is tossed wantonly.

And not far from this group of bands, the little girl that Chen Li met at noon was standing on a wooden crate. She was still wearing the black skirt and white collar of a missionary, and she was singing the praises of humanity at the top of her lungs. The kindness of the goddess, I don't know how long she stood in the cold wind, her cheeks were red and purple, but no one stopped to listen to her piety.

After praising the virtues of the goddess, she lifted the pure white statue above her head, and the thin moonlight cast on her body, covering the statue and her with a thin mooncloth.

She closed her eyes with a peaceful and satisfied expression, as if a goddess was caressing the top of her head.

Chen Li watched in silence for a while, he knew that he could not dissuade this girl, she would dedicate her young life to a fabricated god sooner or later.

It was past 10:30 pm, more restrictions were lifted, and Central City sank deeper into the quagmire.

Chen Li turned into the dark alley next to the bar. There are no wild mandarin ducks today, probably because the weather is getting colder and colder.He took out the e-cigarette from his pocket, and it was still stuffed with the particle liner he got from Counter Leather last time. He took a puff, and the smoke gushed out from his mouth and nose, briefly blurring his vision.

In the gap where the smoke flowed, he saw a small figure flashing into the dark alley.

It was a child who was no more than five years old, with a lone figure and ragged clothes. He was holding a piece of broken glass that he did not know where to find in his hand. Dao, Dao three, the child's hand stopped, and blood drops fell from the edge of the glass piece one by one.

Chen Li walked over, bent down and asked, "Who told you to do this?"

The child turned his face, his small teeth were biting his lip, leaving a white mark, his whole body was trembling, obviously because of the pain in his hands, he looked like he was about to cry.

Chen Yue took the broken glass from the child's hand and threw it into the drain beside it.

"Just knock down this wall." The childish voice said.

"why?"

"This wall killed Mom."

"Walls don't kill."

"Mom wouldn't have died without this wall."

Chen Yue took out a ball of cotton gauze from his jacket pocket, and wrapped it around the child's bleeding hand, "What about your father?"

Hearing this sentence, the child trembled all over, and cried out with a "wow", his thin neck fell back uncontrollably, and he cried loudly on his back.

Chen Li was helpless, he didn't know how to coax a child, especially a child who was crying so badly.

At this time, accompanied by the sound of sharp brakes, a silver-gray high-end suspension sports car stopped at the entrance of the alley. The child was attracted by the sound, sobbing uncontrollably, staring at the coating that was still shining in the night with a pair of tearful eyes.

Chenchu ​​opened the car door and stepped down from the inside. He was not wearing formal clothes today, and the lower half of his face was hidden in the high collar.

He walked into the alley, glanced at Chen Li, and then at the child beside Chen Li, obviously a little puzzled.

"Do you want to send you a child?" Chen Li said helplessly.

"Your?" Chen Yue leaned closer to look at the child's face.

Chen Li gave him a cold look.

"Little friend, where are your parents?" Chen Yue asked the child kindly.His wording is obviously much more rigorous than that of Chen Li, after all, there are still endless debates about the title of the family, and it is still difficult to conclude.

"Father is dead," the child pointed to outside the alley, "outside, on that street."

"My mother is dead, on this wall." The child pointed to the wall in front of him again.

On the first day of the first month of the month, I was dumbfounded.

A child's understanding of "death" is too straightforward. Because of the loss of his parents, he feels intense sadness and howls so hard that he can't control his small body, but the deeper, future pain cannot be understood, so he can do it without hesitation. He blurted out the word "death".

Chen Li's heart trembled, he was about to say something, but was interrupted by Chen Yue, "It's so late, it's not safe for you to be outside as a child, where is your home? Brother, will you take you back?"

The child blinked his tears and stared blankly at Chen Yue.

"Then brother will send you to a safe place, okay?"

Chen Yue bent down and picked up the child, unexpectedly the child didn't cry and leaned obediently on his shoulder.

At the beginning of the month of Chen, he drove the car to the Regional Shelter Office, told Chen Li not to show up, and then carried the child out of the cabin.

He had used chocolate beads to coax the child into obedience before, and now he curled up in his arms like an obedient kitten, hissing and hissing with a viscous sound of water in his breathing.

The Regional Asylum Administration is off work, and there is only one officer on duty, who is staring at the door in a daze.Chen Yue turned down his collar, revealing the butterfly around his mouth, as if it was his passport.

The officer on duty immediately stood up when he saw Chenyue, but he didn't say anything. He reached out and took the child in Chenyue's arms. The child was still holding two chocolate beads wrapped in cellophane, squinting a pair of red eyes, as if He was sleepy, and his expression was chaotic.

"Arrange it, thank you for your hard work." Chen Yue said with a smile.

"No hard work, no hard work, it is our duty to ensure the safety of citizens." The staff on duty nodded and bowed.

"After finding his family, write a piece of paper and submit it to the Military and Political Department for me."

"Definitely," the officer on duty asked cautiously, "then unfortunately, if you can't find it..."

"Applicable citizen welfare, you should know better than me." Chen Yue's voice was gentle, but it made the on-duty staff sweat from nervousness.

"Understood, it must be done."

Chen Yue pulled up the collar, patted the child's head again, and said softly, "Brother is gone, you will be promising in the future, so we can meet again soon."

The child nodded in understanding.

From the child's vague and upside-down language, Chen Yue probably understood that the reason why the child found that dark alley was because his mother had brought him there and bumped herself to death in front of him.Since then, that dark alley has occupied all his cognition, other than that, he doesn't remember anything, doesn't understand anything, as if he is still wrapped in fetal fluid, his five senses are ignorant, and he doesn't know the world.

Returning to the car at the beginning of the month, he turned his head and asked Chen Li, "What did you want to say at that time?"

"That day, his father collapsed in front of my store, and I and ... sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment, but he was not rescued, and he was brain dead." Chen Yue said in a low voice.

"You have something to do with his father's death?" Chen Yue asked.

"Death from overwork."

At the beginning of the month of Chen started the car, the silver-gray sports car made a tooth-piercing sound of piercing through the air, and it shot forward like an arrow from the string.

Chen Yue moved his seat back, and the entire control panel of the sports car also moved back, so that he was at the same position as Chen Li. He turned his head to look at Chen Li, with the scrutiny of the superior in his eyes.

"What does that have to do with you?" Chen Yue's tone sounded a little angry, "His father's death, her mother's death, his loneliness, what does it have to do with you?"

Chen Li shook his head, his voice muffled, "It's okay."

"What are you going to do if I'm not here today?"

"Maybe I'll take him home."

"Then what? How do you raise him? What do you use to take charge of a child's life? Do you know who you are?"

Chen Li didn't make a sound, but turned his head out of the window, a little fire light suddenly fell into his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, and there was fire again.The scene outside the window is like a flowing scroll, not real.

"What do you want from me today?" Chen Li's eyes were still outside the window, and he changed the topic.

Chen Yue didn't continue to be aggressive like before, "I'll take you to a place."