C12 Are People with Stories

Without any hesitation, he turned around.

His hands, which had been lightly clenched, now began to part at this moment.

Perhaps, when he came here, he still had a trace of fantasies towards Lin Qingqing.

But now, the fantasy was gone.

He was a diaosi, but he was definitely a diaosi with character.

Use?

Exchange terms?

Perhaps in Lin Qingqing's eyes, it was only a part of the mission.

However, in Liu Wen's heart, there was a scar that could never be erased.

His parents had died, and many years later, someone had actually told him that it was not an accident, but was very likely someone who had been killed. No one could accept this fact.

Leaving the Western Restaurant, he strolled along the busy streets by himself, smiling and crying occasionally. The passersby all avoided him when they saw him.

Xiangjiang is the world's third largest center for the fusion of Dajin, as well as New York and London.

The traffic during the day and the clamor during the night all showed that this was an international metropolis where every inch of land was worth a lot of money.

Wealth and poverty were the two extremes, and were fully displayed here.

It was just like what Captain Chen said.

After his grandmother died of illness, he came to this bustling metropolis.

Being influenced by the Hong Kong dramas since he was young, he wanted to become a rising star here and make a career for himself.

But reality was always cruel.

When he came here, he finally understood the meaning of the word 'hardship'.

"Liu Wen, Captain Chen didn't mean to mention your past. We really can't find any other way."

'Liu Wen, where are you? '

"Liu Wen, I'm very worried about you. I hope you can reply to my message when you see it."

'Liu Wen, I know you're feeling terrible, but please understand our difficulties. Please contact me as soon as possible when you see the text message. '

… ….

The phone was filled with messages from Lin Qingqing.

He looked at it, but didn't reply. He was like a walking corpse, aimlessly walking.

Memories of his parents began to surface in his mind …

As dusk fell, Liu Wen was tired and had been walking for the whole afternoon.

Just as he was about to raise his head and confirm the direction, he found Zhao Xiaohong standing not far in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Red, Ms Hong? Why are you here? "

"You're asking me?"

Staring at Liu Wen, Zhao Xiaohong opened the door of the BMW mini car that was parked beside them and coldly said, "Get in the car for me!"

"I …"

Liu Wen knew that Lin Qingqing definitely couldn't contact him, which was why he called Zhao Xiaohong.

Judging from Zhao Xiaohong's current appearance, it was not hard to tell that she was angry, and it was only because she was worried about him that she was angry.

At this moment, his nose felt sore for no reason.

It felt good to be cared for.

The two of them didn't talk along the way. When the car stopped in front of a small tavern, Liu Wen was a bit puzzled.

"Ms Hong, what are we doing here?"

"Of course I'm drinking. Don't tell me you're here to watch a show?"

"But …"

"Don't say that, you are afraid that your elder sister will sell you here to be a duck? With that small body of yours, how about it? "

At that time, Liu Wen really wanted to say something: How about you try it and you'll know.

However, when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back down.

Ms Hong was not the type of woman to be casual. Sometimes, she would play some dirty tricks with him, but he was a good person.

They belong to the external and internal type.

Liu Wen knew that she brought him here today because she wanted him to use the wine to get rid of his worries.

However, how could she understand that it was true that she had used alcohol to dispel her worries, but her innate alcohol tolerance … Not just a few glasses of wine.

I remember a party back in high school.

A few naughty students wanted to throw up and take a video as a joke.

However, Liu Wen was the only one who stood up in the end.

That was the first time he drank, and also the first time he found out that he was the legendary 'never get drunk' …

Liu Wen shook his head with a bitter smile and followed him in.

What they came to was a quiet place.

There was no loud music, only the singers.

However, Liu Wen, who had a keen sense of smell, couldn't stand the suffocating smell.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaohong turned to ask.

Liu Wen shook his head and walked into a booth while holding back his anger.

After they sat down, Zhao Xiaohong ordered a set of wine and continued,

"You don't need to worry about anything tonight. All of the expenses are for big sister. You are only responsible for drinking."

"Sis, I'm afraid my alcohol capacity …"

"I say, Liu Wen, you're a pretty big person, why are you being so shy like a woman?"

"Fine."

Liu Wen was helpless. He raised his head and gulped down the cup of pure foreign wine that he had just poured.

The burning sensation was truly unbearable.

"Oh wow, I didn't expect that you had such a good alcohol tolerance."

Zhao Xiaohong asked in surprise.

Towards this, Liu Wen could only reply with a faint smile.

It was just business hours and there weren't many guests, so it was rather quiet.

The singer on the stage was singing an unknown song. The lyrics didn't have much meaning, but the melody was very beautiful, very elegant, and very easy to blend in with.

"Actually, everyone who came to this world had their fated mission. When this mission ends, they will leave, but that doesn't mean they have to leave completely. As living us, we should be fine, because they will be watching from the sky."

When the melody came to an end, Ms Hong said this sorrowfully, her eyes turning slightly red.

"Ms Hong …"

Liu Wen called.

"I'm fine. Come, let us forget about those unhappy things and live well. Let the people in the sky see our strength!"

As she spoke, Zhao Xiaohong picked up a glass of wine and walked over.

Just as she raised her head to drink half of it, she choked and then slightly scolded:

"Cough cough, what kind of weirdo are you? You can even drink such a strong wine in a single gulp. Cough cough, this is spicy to the point of killing me."

Liu Wen's mood improved a little when he finally saw Zhao Xiaohong being defeated.

At the same time, he knew that the person who could say such words with empathy was definitely someone with a story.

He was, and so was Zhao Xiaohong.

After drinking for a while, a refined man walked over. Liu Wen was somehow vigilant.

"Xiaohong, it's been a while since you came."

"Didn't they come today?"

Zhao Xiaohong rolled her eyes at this man before introducing him.

"Let me introduce you. This is Xu Qiang, the boss here."

"He is..."

"My name is Liu Wen."

Before Zhao Xiaohong finished her introduction, Liu Wen took the initiative to stand up.

His action caused Zhao Xiaohong to be slightly taken aback.

"Hello."

Xu Qiang was quite polite. He reached out his hand to shake Liu Wen's hand. Then, he waved to the waiter who was standing not far away:

"This table will give you a fruit plate and a few plates of snacks. I'll sign it later."

Who knew?

The moment he finished, Liu Wen directly said, "No need, I can afford the bill."