【Moon Orchid】Birds crossing the rainy season

Before Zilan came to Dongguo, she knew nothing about the profession of "cowherd".

In Colombia, such things as happiness and happiness cannot be provided as a service—even sex workers are not responsible for providing "happiness and happiness", they only provide a way to legally release libido.If you want to be happy and feel happy, there are only two ways, work hard, or go to drugs.

No one is willing to spend their minds to please strangers who meet by chance, and there is no humanitarianism overflowing to this extent.Everyone is busy only for their dream of middle-class life, neither expect others to be considerate of themselves, nor have time to comfort others.

After hearing that there is such an industry in Dongguo where beautiful men and women chat, laugh, and sell drinks to earn money, Zi Lan finds it ridiculous. How empty is a person who needs a few words and false doting from strangers to fill his heart?Such a person is too weak, even if he does not have ore disease, he will be defeated by the cruel reality.Relying on her meager salary to dream of a fleeting princess is too ridiculous, and Zi Lan never agrees with this approach.

Zi Lan picked up the card without looking at it, and threw it directly into the trash can beside the table.And as soon as she turned her head, she saw another card slipping in through the crack of the door against the carpet.Zi Lan froze for a moment, frowned, picked up the card again and threw it into the trash can.She turned her head, and the third card was indeed lying on the carpet in front of the door unrelentingly.

When the card slipped through the crack of the door for the fourth time, Zi Lan stepped on the fluffy, dreamy piece of paper, pulled open the door, and looked down on the ground looking down at the crack of the door. moonlight night.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

Being a cowherd and reaching the rank of Yuejianye is definitely not worth doing such a thing as slipping a card through the crack of the door.

Every night, there are so many named guests that they are too busy, and they are vying to spend money to be his Ace. The guests line up to circle the border of Dongguo; Before and After are all fully booked except for fixed holidays-some guests even In order to squeeze in extra dates, I will propose that I don’t mind threesomes or multiple parties; when calculating the sales of the night, the Dom Pérignon ordered by the female guests for the moonlight night is never paid by the bill but by the number; even if it is ordinary You can drink a tower of champagne in one night on a working day; even in the matter of pillow business, the most taboo topic in the cowherd industry, Yuejianye's business ability is unmatched.

The title of Eastern Night Demon King is not something anyone can afford.

After half a month in the industry, Yuejianye has never done low-level work such as personally recruiting guests. The top cowherd followed strange women to hotel rooms, and stuffed cards in people's doors. directly socially dead.But that day, Yue Jianye not only stuffed the card, but also sneaked a peek on the ground; after seeing someone throwing the card away, he persevered and continued to stuff it;

Shame?

shame.

What are you doing?

still dry.

Yue Jianye stood up shamelessly, patted the dust on the skirt of his clothes generously, and showed a bright business smile calmly, pretending that nothing happened just now.

"Miss, are you free tonight? Our store has a celebration tonight, beer giveaway, [-]% off for nominees, and a super low one-hour trial price for new customers, only for the first time..."

Zilan stretched out her hand to stop Yue Jianye's chatter, and turned her eyes away a little by the way, Yue Jianye's half-opened bright pink shirt was really terrifying: "I'm sorry, I'm so... ...not of much interest."

"Really, if that's the case, I won't force you." Yue Jianye answered kindly.

Zilan was a little surprised, she didn't expect him to give up so quickly - after all, in Zilan's impression, this kind of profiteering industry that puts the top priority on turnover, most of them work very hard to attract customers, and there are not a few stalkers.

"In contrast, can you smile?"

"Ah?" Zilan stared at Yue Jianye with a vigilant look, not hiding her displeasure at being offended, "What are you, sexual harassment?"

"Miss, haven't you noticed?"

Yue Jianye took a step closer, Zi Lan frowned, and was about to step back, but was startled by Yue Jianye's whispers blowing to her ears with long and distant breaths like professional singer's breathing exercises.

——"You seem to be unable to laugh anymore?"

A pool of blood, debris, and island-like black crystals floating in the shallow sea crevice on her bone beads flashed before Zi Lan's eyes.

Zi Lan pushed Yue Jianye away, and said sternly, "Do I know you? Don't just talk nonsense to strangers!" "I'm not joking, please forgive me—Miss, you need to see a psychiatrist."

Zi Lan suddenly felt blood rushing to her forehead, her face flushed and she was about to scold, "If you don't believe me, try smiling, okay?" Yue Jianye suggested.He stepped back two or three steps quite skillfully, just standing outside Zilan's psychological safety distance——Zilan has never been close to others, and the safety distance is longer than ordinary people.

The leading cowherd was still smiling calmly, with a kind of sincerity that was out of place and hard to guess. Zi Lan felt that the way he looked at her was not like a cowherd looking at a guest who wanted to attract, but more like a friend sitting in a hospital room. The bedside cared about the depressed confidant.

Hypocrisy.Zilan said inwardly.In her eyes, Yue Jianye is a skilled craftsman, his few words are like a craftsman picking up a ball of soft artificial material, and kneading it into just the right shape in three or two strokes, perfectly filling the hole in the heart The gap—knowing that it is false, but still longing for the illusion that the gap will be filled at that moment.

Just a fleeting moment.

At that moment, like a ghost, the advertisement that had been erased by her resurfaced in her consciousness.

——Become the princess of the Eastern Night Demon King.

At that moment, Zilan's heart sank slightly.

Zilan took a deep breath.The corners of the mouth were slowly pulled upwards, the facial muscles were so stiff that they twitched, and the teeth were driven up and down to make a scalp-numbing sound, and it sounded like they were about to bite their tongues.

Zilan twitched the corners of her mouth to smile, but she burst into tears unexpectedly.She stared blankly at Yue Jian Ye, helpless as if anyone who reached out to her could easily take her away.

"Azusa" is breaking.

No one is really innocent.No one can ever be whole again after knowing the truth about life.

Yue Jianye suddenly stopped laughing, and stopped talking about "laughing", as if smiles never existed in this world, and people don't have to be able to laugh.He thought about it, and said the second proposal for tonight.

——"Let's go get something to eat first? You seem to be hungry."

As night fell, there were more people on the street.The urban light pollution in Dongguo is not as serious as in Colombia, Zilan feels very comfortable.Whether it's the gloomy building outlines, the yellowish street lights, or even the complicated and overlapping footsteps of people coming and going, as well as the voices of heaven and people fleeing quickly in the evening wind with the meager fragrance of flowers, they all carry a sense of A sense of tranquility.

Zilan declined Yue Jianye's offer to carry her umbrella and bag. She didn't want to look like a woman who was randomly picked up by strangers after the first meeting. Even if she had nothing, she couldn't be empty-handed.

Yue Jianye led her around in the winding and complicated alleys and finally came to a very small shop, opened the door curtain and entered less than ten steps deep, only enough to accommodate five or six people.

Yue Jianye ordered two soy sauce tonkotsu ramen, and the noodles were hard.

Zi Lan rested her chin on one hand and listened to the sound of the noodle master shaking the noodles with the noodle basket through the bamboo curtain. Crack, crack, crack, crisp and neat, with a little bit of moisture like the rainy season in the Eastern Kingdom, she found it interesting; The dining room for one person partitioned by movable wooden boards is very narrow, the table top is also very narrow, and the shelf for the seasoning jars is also very narrow, but they are all interesting. interesting.

The noodles were served soon, and Yue Jianye opened the movable plank between the two of them and leaned over, turning the single seat into a double seat—"What are you doing!" Lonely? Don't be polite and let me, the host, accompany you!" "No, not at all! The people who come here to eat noodles are all alone, everyone is not lonely, don't look down on anyone!" ——unknowingly The room has changed from being polite and keeping a distance from strangers to such a cheeky and disgusting dialogue atmosphere.Yue Jianye skillfully grinds the sesame seeds into powder with a manual grinder, and spreads a thick layer of crushed sesame seeds on Zi Lan's bowl, which is fragrant and fragrant, making Zi Lan like this because of her work. Everyone couldn't help showing a look of anticipation.

"Can Miss Zilan use chopsticks?" "For the time being." "Please."

Yue Jianye's group called this "Before".Evening is the main business hours of male public relations, before this time alone date with customers is called Before, on the other hand, continuing to date after the end of business hours is called After.Zilan acquiesced to this so-called Before. According to Yue Jianye’s words, when traveling to Dongguo, in addition to special cuisine, Dongguo’s red-light district culture is also worth experiencing.

If it's part of the trip.

The trip will be over anyway, just a plucked embellishment from a long, painful working day, without any burden.

No matter how wonderful the process is, it will return to nothingness in the end.

Thinking of this, Zilan felt relieved, she was no longer ready to continue her life, and it didn't matter if the last bit of savings was squandered in Dongguo.

She suddenly leaned close to Yue Jianye's ear, very close, almost rubbing the fruity light-colored lip gloss on Yue Jianye's face.

"Hey, Moonlight Night..."

Yue Jianye suddenly trembled, the sharp chopsticks hit the edge of the bowl, and there was a crisp sound like someone in jail.

"Why, what's the matter?" He hiccupped rarely, and Zi Lan wanted to laugh.

It can be bought with money, it can be fake, it can be meaningless.

Splurge.Let it burn.Have fun dreaming.If there is only one stump of candle left in life, then light it, and let that poor candle warm her heartbreakingly in the few days left.

Make her someone's princess.

In the dim light cast by the old overhead lights of the ramen shop, Zi Lan showed a cold and charming smile, whispering like a pale ghost.

— “Pass me the vinegar.”

Soon Zilan regretted it.

——Even if it is the last bit of life, if it is squandered in this kind of place, it will not warm anyone at all! !

The light balls were spinning rapidly. In the interior decoration that used a lot of glass partitions and reflective materials, the colorful lighting was a disaster. A group of men and women sang and danced wildly around the champagne tower like demons and ghosts.

The DJ's music literacy is horrible, I don't know why there are some extremely harsh electronic rock music, those distorted notes are sprayed out one after another, repeatedly grinding Zilan's fragile nerve endings.The most unbearable thing was that the cowherds sitting in front of them were so exaggerated that they washed, cut and blow-dried their hairstyles one by one.They seem to respect Yue Jianye very much - because Zilan is the customer brought into the store by Yue Jianye, but Yue Jianye is the top card, there are many customers who come to name him every day, he has to turn around between several tables, every day Only sit down and chat for about 10 minutes at a table.After Yue Jianye arranged Zi Lan, she casually said, "You must treat Miss Zi Lan well, and make her forget all the unpleasant things." The group of chickwotou, who are all dressed up and dressed in different costumes, sat her in the middle and sat down with their saliva. Stars overwhelmed her.

The "Let her forget all the unpleasant" entertainment programs include cold joke competitions, stand-up comedy, imitation show strings, embarrassing self-explosion contests, etc.

Zilan really forgot all the unpleasantness, because she was going crazy.She asked a mohawk walking in a wild wind next to him, what about Moonlight Night?Mohawk nodded to indicate that he could not hear, the music was too loud.Zi Lan had to beckon him to come closer.

"Why do you all sit so far away?" Three or five people filled the booth, but left a vacuum on her left and right. "Because Ms. Zilan's name is Mr. Yuejianye, only the nominated cowherd can sit next to the guests. This is the rule. If we sit too close to Ms. Zilan, Mr. Yuejianye might be angry. "Ha - you call him 'Mr.'." "Mr. Yuejianye is a very good senior, we all respect him." Zi Lan raised her eyebrows in surprise, "You wear such a hairstyle, Seriously say something that respects others...it's too funny." "Miss Zilan is super good at complaining!" Mo Xigan laughed, but still emphasized, "Although I am very funny, maybe, but Yue Jianye Mister is indeed a person worthy of respect." Zi Lan was noncommittal.

"It's a pity that such an outstanding person as Mr. Yuejianye will retire today."

"Ah? Retire?" Zi Lan was taken aback. "Yes, retreat, such a grand event is held in the store today, it is the farewell ceremony of Mr. Yue Jianye..."

Suddenly, the DJ changed the plates, and the shop played a very infectious percussion, like some special, strong signal.Zilan couldn't hear what Mohawk said, and only heard DJ shouting on the microphone, "Attention—all gather at the princess at table C-16—" All the cowherds stood up and turned to the neighbors. Nan's table gathered together.

"What's wrong with this?"

"A guest ordered a special champagne for Mr. Yue Jianye, and the champagne call is going to be performed next. I'm sorry, Miss Zilan."

Zilan looked up and saw someone handed Yuejianye a microphone, his voice came out through the high-quality loudspeaker, like a flood pouring into the hall.

"Welcome to the castle of the Eastern Night Demon King, my lord princess, thank you for your nomination!"

It's noisy, but surprisingly not unpleasant.Heavy, gentle, with a little husky spoiled by alcohol.Rather than weaving those honey-colored dreamy love stories, maybe he is more suitable for telling long and deep stories.

"It is my greatest honor to be favored by the princess. Tonight, I also want to dedicate my happiest memory to you!"

Under the leadership of Yuejianye and DJ, the cowherds started the characteristic champagne call of the male water vendor industry. One person sang in harmony with all the people, and the appearance of the echo was indeed like the king of the night, stepping on the classic Huheshanhu tsunami. Astonishing, the onlookers also admired it with a happy mood.The air began to boil, bursting with colorful, transparent bubbles.

"Hi! Hi! Hi-Hi-Hi-! ChampagneCall--"

"Hi! Hi! Hi-Hi-Hi-! HeavenFall--"

Zi Lan leaned on the soft sofa, tapped her knee lightly with her index finger, although this set looked pompous and vulgar, it was really interesting.

Amid Yue Jian Ye's shout, Zi Lan's vision became blurred.All the scenes in her eyes become tender, ambiguous tenderness, rational or emotional; arrogant or inferior; drunk or lonely sober; Die quietly.

No matter what choice you make, no matter what words you say, no matter what kind of existence you are, you will be accepted and forgiven here.

Here, everyone is a princess.

Zi Lan laughed, crying while laughing in the empty booth.

The waiter who was attentive and sharp-eyed at the side jumped, and hurriedly bowed and walked over to Zilan with a concerned expression: "Guest, my lord princess, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"I want it too." Zi Lan wiped away her tears, sniffed her nose lightly, picked up the light beer on the table and drank it in one gulp, put the empty glass on the table, and then pointed to Yue Jian Ye in the center of the crowd, "I Want that too."

The waiter looked at her fingertips, "Ah, do you want to call the publicist by name? I'll call him right away, just wait a moment."

Zi Lan grabbed the waiter by the hem of his clothes.

"No, I want champagne."

she says.

"Eh?"

"I'll have some champagne.

"The kind with champagne calls."